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Gym Class Heroes

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: head injury, blood, homophobia

Word Count: 1600, Part 1/?

Part Two

Anonymous asked: Hey hun, sup? can i make a lil' request? i'd like to ask for a Regina George x Reader (reader is afab but kinda androgynous) where a fight breaks out at gym class and Regina steps in breaking out the fight because she gets really protective of reader (even though they never spoke before that day but both have like this unspoken attraction to one another) and takes care of reader's injuries? might lead to kissing. it's fluff with a bit of angst mixed in pls? Thanks a lot!!!!

It was your least favorite part of the day: gym class.

You hated it. Hated it.

Not that you didn’t like being active or didn’t enjoy learning about exercise and the human body and nutrition, that was all fine.

You hated the locker room. You hated the jocks. You hated getting sweaty and smelly halfway through your school day. You hated the stench of the gym and the feel of the rubber floors. You hated fitness tests. And you didn’t particularly enjoy Coach Carr.

But… It wasn't all bad.

There was always Regina.

At first, you were terrified to have gym with her. You were certain that she would find ways to make you feel self-conscious the entire semester, not necessarily intentionally, that was just her way. But, that didn’t end up being the case.

You still never spoke to her, but every once in a while, you caught her glancing at you. In the locker room as you changed into your cutoff shirts, when you were running laps or doing sit ups, even when you were just taking notes, you could feel her eyes on you.

You would look, and she would look away, and you’d get all flustered by her cropped tank tops and high-waisted leggings, then you’d look away again, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.

You had to be delusional, though. There was no way that Regina George was actually crushing on you. You had to be making it up.

Thank goodness for small miracles. It was Friday and when you entered the gym, Coach Carr yelled out that it would just be a free gym day. No particular lesson or game to worry about, everyone could just pick an activity and do what they wanted as long as they were being active. You breathed a sigh of relief and went to go grab a basketball.

You posted up at one of the hoops with a few others who were just going to practice taking shots quietly. You put your earbuds in and started playing music on your phone and began to just blissfully zone out. You took turns with your peers practicing layups and free throws while sneaking glances across the gym at Regina who was lobbing a volleyball back and forth with Gretchen. You couldn't help but notice how good she looked.

You didn’t notice Coach Carr leaving the gym to take his daily smoke break.

You didn’t notice Shane Ohman and his buddies approaching you.

You didn’t notice them hollering insults at you, not until it was too late.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, you fucking dyke!”

Shane chucked his basketball through the air at full force and it smacked into your temple. You saw stars and went straight to the ground, feeling the sting of the skin of your eyebrow splitting and the warm wetness of fresh blood pouring down the side of your face from the wound.

One of Shane’s friends said, “ohhh shiiit.”

“That’s what you get for fucking checking out my girls’ ass, you lesbo!” Shane shouted.

The group of guys were only egging him on, and as far as you knew, everyone else was stunned into silence. You vaguely saw the shape of Shane hovering over you before a flash of blonde ponytail entered your vision.

“Your girl!? Now I know you better not be talking about me you fucking piece of shit. I dumped your smarmy ass so what fucking business do you have coming to my defense against someone who’s half your size? Get the fuck out of here before I get your dad and Principal Duvall in the same room and tell them you committed a hate crime and get your athletic scholarship flushed down the toilet or worse!”

You heard the sounds of feet quickly sprinting away on the gym floor and then saw the blonde crouch down beside you through your good eye.

“That looks bad,” she winced, lightly touching your shoulder. She turned her head to speak to someone else, “Gretchen, go get Coach Carr and tell him what happened, yeah? We’re going straight to the nurses’ office.”

Before you could process, Regina was helping you stand up and was acting as a crutch for you. She helped you make your way out of the gym through the locker room. She stopped for a moment to grab a clean towel and pressed it against the wound on your head and the pressure made you feel faint.

“Fuck I need to sit…” you gasped.

“Okay, okay,” she quickly guided you down to a bench and sat beside you, still holding the towel to your head, “There you go, take it easy.”

You peered at her as she slowly came into focus.

“Regina, why are you helping me?”

“Why not?”

“Well… because you’re you?”

The corner of her mouth raised into a little smirk, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I don’t take you for the helping kind.”

“How about you worry less about talking and more about staying conscious. Do you think you can walk with me to the nurse?”

You made a solid effort to stand back up but you immediately felt lightheaded and plopped back down, shaking your head lightly.

“Alright, we’ll stay here then.” Regina looked around the locker room and located a first aid kit on the wall, “okay, I need you to lie down slowly on the bench, slowly, and hold the towel, I’m gonna get the first aid kit just hang in there.”

You replaced her hand on the towel with yours and held it against your head as you lied down and she got up. She came back a second later holding the first aid kit.

Regina carefully peeled the towel away and winced along with you, “okay, I’m not a doctor obviously but I don’t think you need stitches? You probably have a concussion, though, so I think you should go to a doctor or something but I don’t want to move you for now.”

She started fussing with things in the first aid kit and explained, “I’m just going to clean the cut and bandage it up for the time being, okay? It looks like it’s not bleeding anymore so that’s good.”

You nodded and watched her, “you’re surprisingly caring…”

“What did I say about talking?”

You snapped your mouth closed.

“Little sting,” Regina covered your eyelid with her hand and sprayed antiseptic solution onto the wound then gently wiped it with gauze.

“How do you even bandage an eyebrow?” She muttered.

“The butterfly ones, or the strip-type bandages to pull the edges together, and then gauze over it.” You offer.

“Huh, okay.”

Regina took her time finding the right things and carefully tending to you.

“Do you think I’m going to have a scar?”

“Maybe. Probably,” Regina answered, “it’ll look cool if you do. Very rugged.”

“Stupid story behind it…”

“I’m going to have Shane roasted on a spit for doing this to you, I promise you that.”

“Oh jeez, Regina. You don’t have to do that.”

“Did it sound like I was asking?”

You swallowed and tested sitting up slowly after she finished bandaging you up.

“Slow, slow…” she commanded, holding onto your upper arms.

You nodded and came to an upright position without feeling faint, “I already feel a lot better. Thanks, Regina.”

“I still think you need to leave school and go to the doctor to get checked for a concussion. You don’t need an ambulance or anything like that, probably. We can call your parents or honestly I can drive you if your parents are working…”

“Oh… that’s really nice of you. I’ll call my mom and see what she thinks.”

She nodded and checked your bandages again. She was fussing over you in a weirdly concerned, maternal way.

“Regina?”

“Hmm?”

“How come no one sees this side of you?”

She raised an eyebrow, “most people don’t earn this side of me.”

“But I do?”

“Sure.”

You didn’t really have a good response to that so you just stayed quiet while Regina got up and got you some water and then texted Gretchen updates.

“Gretchen will bring Coach Carr in here in a sec to check in, is that okay?”

You nodded.

Regina examined you again, “can I ask you a question?”

“What’s up?”

“Were you actually checking out my ass earlier?”

Your face flushed like crazy, “wh-what?”

“Shane said you were checking out my ass. Were you?”

You just stared at her.

“You can be honest, I won’t be upset either way.”

“I…” you took a deep breath, “yes. I was. You look incredible in those leggings.”

Regina smiled, “good. I mean, not good that you took a basketball to the face for it, but good that you were checking me out.”

“You’re not upset?”

“No. Why would I be upset?“

“Because… I dunno, I guess because I’m no better than a gross guy?”

Regina rolled her eyes, “no. Trust me, it’s a compliment from you.”

Coach Carr came into the girls locker room while unnecessarily covering his eyes and quickly checked in with you, saying, “alright chief, we already called your mom and she’s on her way to pick you up, okay? We’ll get you to the front office to wait. After that, Regina, Gretchen wants you to come with her to Principal Duvall’s office to tell him what you saw happen, k?”

Regina nodded.

“Go team,” he added before ducking back out.

Regina looked at you, “Did he just call you chief?”

You shrugged, “I guess so.”

You both laughed and Regina walked you to the front of the school to wait for your mom. She waved at you as you got into your mom’s van and you watched as the blonde turned and angrily stormed in the direction of the principal’s office, now on a new mission.

Next Chapter

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ervotica · 2 months

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this isn’t so much specifically about rafe but i’m low-key obsessed with polycule rafe x reader x barry. especially in their dominance with her, because it feels so inherently different. on the surface, barry’s is so much softer but there’s a sinister bite to it, as opposed to rafe who affronts it, but when push comes to shove and reader needs help, she’ll go to him. like the best way to describe it is, reader feels safe with barry but protected with rafe.

yes yes this is all so true! rafe & barry even each other out and i love that for miss reader </3

barry appears outwardly softer with you, all soft touches and smearing kisses along your cute features when you crinkle your nose at him. sitting you in his lap when you’re tired and holding glasses of water to your lips when you’re thirsty so that you don’t have to exert yourself in your sleepy state— generally, barry is playful with you and very soft.

that courtesy only extends so far; you rile him up, you push his buttons in any way, there will absolutely be hell to pay. you can locate the bite to his words from a mile away, the hidden violent streak that wards you off from pushing him too much despite his leniency when it comes to his baby girl.

rafe is argumentative; he pushes back when you mouth off, dishing out as many punishments as he sees fit until he’s sure you’ve learned your lesson. he’s harder to crack than barry, more guarded with his affections, and you have to push past the way his nonchalance twinges at your heart and remind yourself that’s just how he is.

then you get into trouble— real trouble. some prissy kook girl running her mouth at a kegger and suddenly you’re hitting the bitch, breaking her nose and sealing one of her eyes shut at the very least.

you call rafe in a blind panic— you only did it ‘cos she was talking smack about him and barry, you justify, the petulant whine in your cadence vanishing and being replaced with an anxious wobble that drives rafe into action as white-hot panic seizes his own heart.

“‘s okay, baby. i know you jus’ did what you had to do. i get it, okay? ‘ve been there too many times… yeah, yeah, i’ll come get ya, little firecracker.”

you plant your ass on the sidewalk, comforted in the fact that rafe will be here any second when the girl’s boyfriend decides to run up on you. you stumble back, arms out protectively, babbling about how your boyfriend’s gonna be here any minute so he’d better quit it. he grabs your arm hard enough to bruise the soft flesh, getting in your face as he sneers about how his girlfriend was right to say those things and your boyfriend isn’t going to do shit.

you spit back that she shouldn’t have run her mouth if she didn’t want someone to shut her up, and the guy’s features contort in unmistakable rage as he rears back to… hit you?

a fist collides with his jaw before he makes it even another step, and there’s an audible crunch as the guy hits the concrete face-first. rafe stands over him, chest heaving, knuckles bruised and bloodied. the guy still makes to get up, stopped short by a boot to the rib, kicking until he stays fucking down, gasping and limbs askew on the ground.

rafe has you against his chest in an instant, hooking a shoulder beneath your armpit to press his cheek to yours and curse you for being an antagonistic little shit. but he’s softened, his hard edges melting away as he fusses over you, brushing hair back from your eyes and checking you over for cuts and bruises. you get to the car and your bottom lip wobbles, knees tucking in tightly against your chest.

“you gonna tell bar?” you sniffle, cheek smushed against your knee.

“have to, baby,” he murmurs. “he’s not gonna be mad, i promise.”

“are you mad?”

he bristles. “c’mere,” he beckons, arms open in a rare display of affection as you climb over the center console of the car and into his lap. he drags slow lines across your cheekbone with swollen knuckles. “i’m not mad, baby. i’m not pleased, but this isn’t something anyone’s gonna punish you for.”

you will the tears back, fighting the onslaught as your adrenaline drops and you sag. he hooks arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“none of that,” he says gruffly, sitting up to gauge your expression at eye level. “you’re a good girl, okay? jus’ looking out for us, yeah?”

you nod tersely, pushing into his grasp, greedily seeping up every inch of affection you can pull from him. “‘m sorry.”

“let’s go home, yeah?”

barry forgoes any lecturing when you return with one curt stare from rafe and the sight of your pouting bottom lip alone. he bundles you up and murmurs lowly against your skin as you hum and close your eyes, preening sadly. wetness clings to your eyes, pooling against the smudged black caked at your waterline.

rafe makes an entire display out of the way he relents for you, his eyes softening in worry despite the way he bristles and attempts to harden his features; one sad look from you and he’s gathering you back up for a squeezing cuddle and pressing a begrudging kiss to the crown of your skull.

“jus’ go t’sleep, kid. love you, okay?”

you know he does, but hearing him say it sends adoration roiling through your chest in a wave.

“love you more,” you whisper as he kisses right between your pinched brows, pushing you back towards barry.

“you softening old country club up, angel?” the dark haired man snorts, shucking up the duvet until it’s laid over your shoulders as you tuck your face into the juncture of his neck. you roll your eyes at the nickname.

“maybe a little,” you muse, a laugh bubbling at the base of your throat despite the sorrow that sits heavy in your bones.

“there’s my girl.”

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ceilidho · 5 months

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coworker johnny is great but have you thought about ghost showing up to his house checking up on how his sergeant is taking to civilian life only to find him balls deep in his pretty lil coworker, moaning in unison and delirious in pleasure

truthfully, you can’t remember how you even ended up here, maybe you had one too many drinks with the rest of the staff at the company party, can just barely touch the memory of johnny looping an arm around your back and telling everyone he was taking you home. it hardly matters now. its hard to think straight with johnny rearranging your guts and spilling your brains all over his bedsheets

the both of you are too lost in the sex to even notice ghost is there until he comments “so this is what you’ve been getting up to when you don’t answer my calls huh pup”

the thing is he’s known about you for a while: a few offhand comments from soap about a coworker he’s been chatting up. they’re sort of a work couple, he’d brag, civilian life was far easier a task to accomplish than ghost said itd be

you still have just enough frame of mind to be alarmed at your apparent skull-masked voyeur, but johnny cant seem to care any less even when you tell him, “johnny—ah—th-there’s someone—s-someone—“ “d-don’t care—shit—don’t fucking care—“ man just keeps fucking you, pussydrunk, not minding the audience, even seems like his pace becomes more frantic, the sounds in the bedroom becoming so loud, wet and obscene that it’s embarrassing. you think you’re crying, hiccuping at each rabid tilt of his strong hips, it’s too—too much and he isn’t stopping, chasing to get that nut in you before its too late

ghost manages to rip your assailant off of you right before he can cum inside, pulling your mouth to his half-hard cock, pulled free from his fatigues and guiding your head in sucking him off. youre so out of it and horny from johnny’s rough work on you and ghost’s deep hypnotic voice and his firm hand in your hair that you cant help but obey. ghost ends up cucking johnny just like that, maybe even fucks you properly a few times before letting his pet have a turn. a lesson in humility maybe; don’t ignore your owners calls

once again, i have NOTHING intelligent to add to this, but hooolllyyyyy shiittttt. ghoap x reader just hits different.

there's also something about johnny going mindless during sex and just tuning out the whole world that just kills me. very @ohbo-ohno's dlmliyh coded.

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corazondebeskar-reads · 6 months

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all I did was what I had to - part three

all I did was what I had to miniseries

part three: we can't both become the same

series masterlist | part one | part two | part three

dark!raider/hunter!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Joel realizes he never finished teaching you a lesson. (Takes place after part two but before part one.)

Warnings: dark, dub-con, dead dove do not eat, dark!Joel/raider!Joel comes with his own warning, bathroom control, watersports (yes again. much milder this time), d/s dynamics if you squint but not SCC/RACK/etc compliant, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, Joel is mean, spit play, vaginal sex

also on ao3

“Um, Joel?”

“Yeah?” he looks up from where he’s cleaning dirt from under his nails with the tip of his switchblade.

“I think the door’s stuck. Can I go around, please?” The bathroom is situated between your room and Joel’s, with entrances from both bedrooms. But obviously, you couldn’t just leave.

The request was a courtesy, an appeal to his penchant for politeness heldover from Southern hospitality before the world fell to shit. You were already moving to the door.

“No.”

You startle, turning on your heel to look at him. Sometimes, he likes to make these jokes that aren’t really funny to anyone but him, so you have to check. But there’s no smirk, no glint in his dark eyes.

“Oh, um. Okay. Can you help me with the door, please?”

“Ain’t stuck. It’s locked.” He’s gone back to his nails, but when you don’t respond right away, he peers up at you from his perch on the bed. Now there’s the hint of a smirk, the tiniest quirk of his lips in one corner.

Okay, you can do this. You’ve walked into a trap, somehow, but you need to figure out what you did wrong and see if you can make amends. “I’m sorry,” you blurt too quickly. With nowhere to go but forward, you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Oh yeah?” he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and draws the blunt edge of the switchblade down your cheek, the smirk spreading as you shudder. “What’re ya sorry for?”

“I—um—”

“Um—um,” he mocks, dragging the blade back up. “See, ‘cause this wasn’t a punishment. But now ya got me thinkin’ you’ve done something bad.”

Your bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know, I just—”

“Ya just what? Apologized for nothin’? You’re gonna make me think you only say sorry to get out of trouble, instead of meanin' it.”

You open your mouth but have nothing to say. Nothing to defend yourself by. So, instead, you purse your lips back together and try not to cry.

“C’mon now,” he says. “What’re you so afraid of? I ain’t ever hurt ya.”

It’s true. At least, as far as punishments go. He’s spanked you or smacked you around a little when he gets rough during sex, when he needs a little extra stress relief, but he’s never raised a hand against you in anger. He doesn’t need to.

At first, the humiliation and degradation were intense when you misbehaved. But you were one of those meek people pleasers your whole life, a teacher’s pet, tripping over your own feet in the rush to make someone else happy. It was how you ended up married to Noah, though you did tell him no. You told him no over and over up until the point where Joel made putty from his face.

And maybe that was it. Maybe, deep down, you were just grateful that Joel didn’t hurt you, didn’t starve you, didn’t leave you without water or medical attention. Instead, you were haunted by genuine guilt when you disappointed him. He protected you, provided everything you needed and more, and you thanked him with this disrespect?

He’s watching you with narrowed eyes, watching as yours dart back and forth while you scramble to catch up.

You look up to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, Joel. I panicked. I didn’t want to have done anything to upset you.”

He softens a little and pulls the blade away, folding it and slipping it into his pocket. He replaces it with his warm palm against your cheek. “I know, sweetheart. You’re always tryin’ to be my good girl. You gotta understand, it just ain’t possible all the time. That’s what I’m here for. To help ya.”

Oh no. You have direly misunderstood the situation. You squirm a little, both from nerves and from the pressure the position puts on your full bladder.

It seems to remind him why you ended up there in the first place. He gives your cheek a couple firm pats and sits up. “I’ve done you a disservice, darlin’.”

Oh no. You dig your fingers into your kneecaps to keep your breathing steady.

“You remember when we had that little incident, and I had to teach ya a lesson in that fuckin’ Burger King?”

You nod. Of course you remember. That was the thing about Joel’s “lessons.” They were always effective.

“Well, I was thinkin’ about it, and realized I only gave you half the lesson.” He shakes his head.

All at once, you recognize what you’ve been missing all day. His suggestion that you take a day to relax together and stay in bed. How he’s only used your mouth all day. How he’s been handing you bottle after bottle of water. It was all so casual, so easy to lose track of as you played cards and read.

He’d even stopped you mid-blowjob to offer you a drink.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “I’m going to make it up to you. Get your shoes on.”

You whimper but obey. As you always have, as you always will. Joel’s command is your north star in this wretched world.

He holds out his other jacket, the patched-up brown corduroy cradling you as you slip it on. You let yourself tune out the rest of the world and soak up the spice and musk of him that lingers in the lining. The heft of it on your shoulders reminds you that no matter what he’s about to put you through, you’ll come out the other side worthier of his tender care.

He unlocks the bedroom door after sliding into his own coat and looks at you for a moment. You burrow into the coat but give him a soft smile, and so he takes your hand in his and leads you through the hall, down the stairs, and outside the house.

It’s dark. You hadn’t realized it was so late. The moon is heavy, nearly full, and looming over the woods. A light dusting of snow has settled on the late fallen leaves, muffling the crunch under your boots.

He doesn’t take you far, not willing to risk Infected over a simple lesson. Just far enough into the thicket that you can barely see the house through the thick trunks of the trees, but still within the perimeter.

He lets go of your hand and takes your chin in his. “You gonna be good?” he asks gruffly.

“I’ll be good,” you whisper, the puff of your words spiraling to dissipate in his scruff.

“Alright. On your knees.”

The damp seeps in as soon as you’re on the ground, knees of your jeans soaked in snow and mud. You swallow hard as he looks down at you.

“Me first,” he says, pulling down his fly and fishing his cock out of his boxers.

You tense up and hold still, but he doesn’t demand anything from you, not even your focus, as he stands next to you, facing the other way, and relieves himself. You don’t watch, but you’re forced to listen, anyway. It’s not so bad.

When he’s zipped back up, he scrubs the sleeve of his jacket across his face and squints down at you. “Now you, sweetheart.”

“What?” You’re not confused by the demand but by how you’re expected to follow it like this. On your knees, fully clothed.

“It’s freezin’, baby, hurry up.”

“Can I take my pants off?”

“No, didn’t ya just hear me? I need that pussy to stay warm for me, can’t stick my dick in a fuckin’ freezer. Just hurry up and piss so we can go inside.”

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. There’s no getting around this, and even if you tried to wait him out from the cold, you know your aching bladder will lose the standoff. You whimper and look up at him with wet eyes.

“You can do it,” he murmurs. “I spent all day helpin’ ya get ready.”

The message is clear. You ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to relax enough to let go. You don’t let out your breath until your lungs burn.

“Please,” you whisper.

“Please, what? You want some help?”

You nod, eyes still shut tight, though you’re uncertain how exactly he plans to help. He kneels on the ground behind you and wraps his arms around your hips, one hand folded over a fist like he’s about to attempt the Heimlich maneuver.

“You ready?” His breath is hot against your neck. He’s pressed firmly behind you, and you’re not really surprised to feel him half-hard where his crotch meets your back. You bite your lip and nod.

He pulls his hands back, unrelenting pressure notched right at the top of your pelvis. It’s too much, and he doesn’t let up, increasing the force behind his grip until your body fails you (or saves you) and you begin to leak. You burst into tears.

“That’s it, good girl,” he says, pressing his lips against your neck to lick and bite. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”

You can’t stop once it’s started, and your eyes burn as the heat spreads down your legs, soaking your jeans. The sharp breeze turns it nearly to ice, stiffening the denim and sending your teeth chattering.

When he’s satisfied, he stands up, offering you a hand and pulling you to your feet. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.”

He leads you back, though your cheeks burn as he brings you through the main level to the staircase. You’re sure the handful of hunters scattered through the living room are looking; it’s not often they see you outside. If they notice anything, which they surely must, they don’t say a word.

Joel crowds you into the bathroom and starts the shower. Hot water doesn’t last long, so he strips you both of your clothes and corrals you into the tub, drawing the curtain behind him.

You give yourself a quick, perfunctory scrub before rubbing between your legs and down your thighs until the rough sponge leaves you raw. You lather your hands with the bar of soap, and he lets you wash his hair.

The steam of the shower has warmed your bodies, and you’re slick where you press together in the tiny space. You run your hands through his locks, teasing the ends into curls and gently massaging his scalp with your nails. He groans, eyes closed, and obliges you when you tip his head back under the spray to rinse.

Once upon a time, you think this may have been when people would fuck in the shower. Way back when the hot water lasted more than six minutes and would soothe your sore muscles as you indulged.

Neither of you are keen to try it now, knowing the pressure will wane and the spray will sputter any moment, heralding the oncoming frigid blast. You’re out and dry a solid minute before it would have happened.

His eyes are heavy where they fall on your breasts, trailing over your stomach and down your legs. When he raises them to your face, they’re dark and sharp. You don’t even bother picking up your clothes, instead shifting so you’re facing him straight on when he steps forward to capture you in a ferocious kiss.

He pushes you back out the bathroom door with his momentum, hands on your waist guiding you to the edge of the bed. When you back into it, you immediately move up the mattress, widening your hips and making room for him between them.

He slides a finger through your folds and brings it up to his pleased grin, sucking it clean. He leans down to kiss you again, licking into your mouth to share the taste of your tang from his tongue. You moan, arching a little off the mattress to meet him.

He doesn’t bother to spread you open, opting instead to push the tip in until it splits you slowly, then shove the rest of the way inside. He swallows your cries like they alone could sustain him. When he sets a steady pace, he pulls back a little to study your face.

His brow is furrowed, even as his lips part in a pant from the tight grip of your cunt. “You’d let me do anything to ya, wouldn’t ya?” He watches your features, weighing your honesty as you nod.

“Yeah,” you gasp. “Anything.”

“Shit.” He closes his eyes for a moment. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he growls.

You do, just the way he likes, with your tongue out. He works his jaw and then spits right on your tongue.

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He’s sneering, lip twitching like it wants to split into a grin. When you swallow it down and open your mouth to show him, it slips into a satisfied smirk instead. “Yeah, you’re all mine, aren’t ya?”

You nod, whining. You’re too close to feel the humiliation, instead waiting with your mouth open to see if he’ll do it again.

He does. But this time, after you swallow, he covers your mouth with his hand before picking up the pace, slamming hard enough that you scoot up the mattress a little with each thrust. He grips the headboard with his other hand so you don’t slam your head into it.

His hand muffles your cry as you cum again, and he pulls out, yanking you forward. You scramble to meet him halfway, and he fills your mouth. You hold it open, cum pooling in your throat.

He groans. “Swallow,” he says through heaving breaths as he comes down from his high. “That’s a good girl.”

It’s nearly dawn, now. He lets you up to use the bathroom, smirking at the hesitant way you ask, before settling down for a nap with you curled against him.

*title from "Jars" by Chevelle.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #dark!joel miller #raider!joel miller #hunter!joel miller #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #dead dove do not eat #all I did was what I had to miniseries

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bubble-tea-blossom · 1 year

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Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Rating / Warnings: E for Explicit sex so 18+ Only. PIV. Oral sex. Slightly rough sex. Use of “good girl.” Violence at the beginning (killing Infected)

WC: 6k

Summary: Despite agreeing to keep your thing a secret, Joel can’t help but slip up when he almost looses you.

Part One

A/N: Cross posted to my AO3

��There he is, finally.” Tommy grumbles besides you, and you turn to see Joel walking towards the stables, “He hate’s being late, the hell was he doing?”

Me. You think. Instead you distract Tommy with a new subject.

“So where were you thinking on bringing the new recruits?” You ask, giving your horse a cheek scratch.

Tommy watches Joel disappear into the stables before turning to you.

“Was thinking since we’re a big group today, split into three groups, one senior member per newbie. Go as one group to the first check point then meet up at the last before heading home.”

You look over your horse’s neck to watch the slightly nervous new recruits wait on their horses.

“What do you think?” Tommy asks.

There’s 3 of them, Kiera, Tiff, and Jaime, and apparently they’ve all been good so far on the group patrols, so by splitting up Tommy is wanting to test them how they work in pairs. Smartly since they would partnered with someone Tommy trusts, which is himself, Joel and you.

You look over at them, quickly scanning them as you think about Tommy’s plan. The two women look quite comfortable and even a little bored as you all wait for Joel.

The young man seems a little unnerved being on the horse. He keeps tensing up like he’s trying not to shit himself when the horse swishes it’s mane or shifts it’s weight.

You make a mental note to check in with him and see to get him some riding lessons. ASAP too if just sitting on one is making him nervous.

The plan seems like a smart one, a general progression to see how they do in just pairs.

Since you can’t think of a good reason why not, you say, “Works for me.”

Joel’s finally walking through the doors, reins in hand as he leads his seal brown gelding, Old Beardy.

You notice the top of his cheeks just a little above his beard line, are a little red still.

“Good of you to join us.” Tommy says with that sarcastic tone of glee that only a younger sibling gets when picking on the faults of their elder.

“Sorry folks.” Joel says to the group as he swings Old Beardy’s reins over his head before mounting up.

Tommy takes the lead out the gates talking with the new recruits, Joel following quickly and you bringing up the rear on your mare.

As Tommy fills in the newbies on the plan, you catch up to walk side by side with Joel.

“So Joel, had something exciting going on at home or something?” You say with a casual tone, keeping any trace of a hidden meaning out of your voice.

Joel looks over with a squint only to receive your flash of a smile. His squint turns mischievous as he replies, “Yeah, I think some little beaver was having away with my wood.”

Your jaw drops a little at his blatantly ill-hidden innuendo spoken just a few feet behind everyone. You recover quickly and instead hum in understanding as if that sentence makes perfect sense.

Once the group reaches the first checkpoint, everyone was aware of the plan. But before you could reach the building the echos of infected can be heard from a grocery store a street down.

The horses are dismounted and weapons drawn as it is decided that you all go in as a group to deal with this first.

Good thing too because there’s at least 10 infected in there.

Tommy takes the lead, sending people in certain direction, everyone moving silently. It seems like they’re all Runners as well, to make things a little more complicated.

Things seem to be going smoothly as you and Kiera take down two runners stumbling in the same direction down the ice cream isle. You’re hunting knives slicing through the Runner’s throats before they can let out a scream.

You round the corner just in time to see Jaime step in front of a runner facing him. It lets out a scream as it makes towards him. This sends every single infected remaining into a frenzy, and gunshots ring freely in instant reply.

Kiera’s a quick shot and pings the Runner through the head before it can get too close to Jaime.

You shoot the next to Runner that run into view with your Winchester. You slam the lever back up to pop the next bullet into place, and take aim at the next Infected.

None to quickly and yet not quick enough, silence falls on the abandoned grocery store. You run up to the registers in a few long steps and jump up onto the conveyor belt.

With a quick scan you see most of the rest of the group. And no signs of any remaining Infected.

“All here?” you call out and everyone roll calls nice and quick.

You jump down next to Tommy as everyone makes their way to you at the front of the store.

“Jaime.” you hear Joel say intensely, and you snap your head over.

“Remember, if there’s no fungus on the head they can still see.” Joel says, his tone short.

Jaime looks as if he’s about to fall over, and he nods out a quick “Yes, sir.”

You don’t blame Joel, but you still felt a little bad for Jaime who looks deeply embarrassed.

“Everyone good?” Tommy asks, and a sigh of relief is felt pass around the room when everyone reports all safe and sound.

Tommy turns to with you with a look as you share an exhale, making your way to the exit back to the horses. Everyone mounts back up and Tommy leads the way to the doctor’s office, where the first checkpoint is.

It’s a short ride, only one street down, and Tommy and the new recruits jump down so he can show them where the log book is and the route map.

You stay outside, across from Joel, both seated on your respective horses.

Neither of you say anything, looking at each other with a soft smile on both of your faces. Sometimes one of you tips your face up toward the breaking sun. Feeling it bring warmth to the air as the sunrise fades in.

Once they’re done, Tommy and the other three join you and Joel back outside.

“I think Kiera should go with Joel,” you say quickly before Tommy can announce the partners. Kiera is a great shot and handled everything extremely well today, she’ll be the least likely to piss Joel off.

“And I’ll take Jaime. Tiff you can go with Tommy.” you finish, waiting for Tommy to say anything in disagreement.

Tommy shrugs his shoulders, “Seems good to me.” he announces and people part with their respect partners, quick words of good luck passing around.

“Lead the way Jaime.” you tell him encouragingly. He looks up at you with an embarrassed appreciation for your effort.

As he pulls ahead, you cast a quick glance behind you. There you see Joel doing the same, the both of you looking backwards on your horses so you can share a last secret goodbye.

With an effort, you pull your gaze back in front, focusing on Jaime.

You make your way down the trail with Jaime in relative silence. One check point is passed and no Infected in sight. The trail seems quiet so you strike up casual conversation.

The next checkpoint comes with two more Infected in a little trinket store. A Runner and a Clicker this time. You dispatch the Runner, and Jaime takes down the Clicker well on his own.

You give him a nod of acknowledgement as you remount your horses.

The third checkpoint comes half an hour later and is all quiet as well. You rendezvous at the last checkpoint and wait for the others to join up. They all come good and clean, with various excited reports between Kiera and Tiff.

“There’s a fuck ton of ‘em in the school, we’re gonna need to all go clear them out.” Tommy announces to the group and you all take a quick rest to water and check amo.

You set off all again, Tommy in the lead and you and Joel bringing up the rear.

“Pretty morning.” you say amicably. Joel gives you a knowing look.

You keep quiet the rest of the way there. You know how seriously Joel takes things like this. And you don’t blame him, and it actually makes you feel safer with him around.

But you also know how intimidating Joel can be to those who don’t know him. He’s big, and doesn’t hold himself to make himself smaller, he stands tall and faces you directly when he speaks to you with intense eyes that don’t miss anything, usually with a frown on his face.

And yet, your first interaction from way back, you remember doing a double take when you saw him, feeling drawn to him.

Your thoughts of Joel’s intimidation score are flicked out of your head when you hear the shrieks from outside the school. Tommy was right, there’s a fuck ton of them. And they all click.

You all dismount like cats jumping down from the counter. Quick and silently.

Tommy opens one of the four main doors. He flags everyone through, you first this time. Jaime hot on your heels to keep up with you still.

Tommy directs you down an aisle and you take it in confident silent steps. Your first target is shambling in somewhat erratic directions, making it quite risky for a stealth kill, but it’s necessary with so many Infected in this confined space.

This particular Clicker is agitated, it sways back and forth a lot more aggressively than most Clickers do while at ease.

You spend an extremely respectful amount of time waiting for your moment with how twitchy it already is. The problem is choosing a time to strike. Every time you brace to leap onto it’s back it moves again. You know you’re taking too long trying to find the right moment. Hopefully the others have taken down more than you have.

The slightest too heavy of a step sounds behind you and you whip your head around to see Jaime right behind you. You usher him back quickly as the Clicker starts it’s way toward you.

You luckily don’t have to make a run for it because it startles at something in the other direction. You stand still with Jaime, catching your breath, heart pounding a little faster than it already was.

You look around and see another Clicker a little bit away, standing still, hunched in on itself. The only movement it makes is the occasional twitch of it’s head accompanied by a croak.

An easy kill, and not too far away so you can help if you need to. You touch Jaime lightly on the shoulder and gesture for him to go take care of that one.

He looks frazzled, wide eyes and nervous as he nods. You give him a soft pat in encouragement as he steps around you. Maybe you shouldn’t send him out, just tell him to leave while you and the others deal with things. But then it’s too late and he’s already a step too far. Well, if he’s going to be on patrol he needs to be able to handle this.

You turn back to your own current target, refocusing on it. You take more slow steps, as it stumbles squarely in front of you, back turned to you.

Perfect.

You take a few quick light steps, just one more and you can finally tackled it safely from behind.

You’re halted in your steps when an ear-splitting bang cracks through the room from behind you. Close enough you know it’s Jaime shooting.

The Clicker one step away whirls around with a scream and stumbles right into you. You let you a scream accidentally as you brace your arms against the clawing Clicker. It slams it’s weight full force against your palms, sending you to the ground.

You fall on your back hard with the weight of the thrashing monster. Your elbows are locked as you yell with effort to keep the thing from tearing your throat out. It’s fingers come within a millimeter of your nose, it’s teeth snapping together with audible clicks. You don’t know how much longer you can restrain it.

A deafening bang rings close over head and the Clicker falls to dead weight, still being held upright by your straining arms for a split second. You quickly fling it aside, scrambling upright.

Joel is there with his smoking revolver, one hand lowering it while he bends to grab you around your waist to help you up.

You lean your weight into his hands in comfort for a split second before the two of you separate. There’s no time for greetings with the size of this group of Infected howling their way closer, so you leave each other to reach for your guns instead.

Everyone has opened fire and all hell has broken loose.

You stay by Joel’s side the entire time, the two of you moving around each other as smooth as water rolling over a stone.

Finally silence falls after what seems like at least 5 minutes of shooting.

You come to stand still, quickly counting people in your view.

“Everyone here?” Tommy calls out and everyone again shakily call back.

“Jaime!” Joel rounds on him, leaving your side to approach the young man. Jaime’s reaction airs similar to Simba seeing the stampede of water buffalo.

“What the hell was that? Why did you shoot? You almost got her killed along with everyone else.” Joel barks out, reprimanding him harshly. It’s a little much, and too soon. Jaime looks like he’s about to cry.

“It turned around,” Jaime starts to explain before Joel cuts him off,

“They were Clickers. Clickers can’t see-“ “Joel.” Your one word halts his verbal lashing in it’s tracks.

The room falls silent as you share a quick look with him. And even as you make heated eye contact, you notice in the back of your head how the warm sunrise makes his tan face glow.

Joel holds your gaze for a moment before looking away, walking back to the horses.

Tommy clears his throat and everyone shifts on their feet to relieve the tension.

“Alright everyone, let’s head back.”

—

Tommy quickly looks back and forth between you and Joel as everyone follows him outside.

There was something off about that millisecond interaction you had with Joel.

Joel was serious about this stuff, but he’s not usually so intense and harsh. He didn’t sound like he was just worried about another Jacksonite. He was terrified.

Tommy had heard Joel sounded like that about Ellie’s safety plenty, and even about his own safety. But Joel loved both Tommy and Ellie, and was therefore extremely protective over them both.

That’s when Tommy’s steps falter a little bit.

He snaps his eyes to you casting a slightly mournful look at Joel’s back and it all clicks.

Holy shit.

—

You aren’t being very careful when you go over to Joel’s midday.

The ride back was tense and quiet. Joel and you going separate ways home without many words in parting.

Yet at home you were too restless to rest. So, snatching your sweater off your chair, you leave your home. You can’t wait until the cover of night. You need to see him now.

You take the time to sneak to Joel’s back door. You can see your reflection in the glass as you wait for him after your knocks. Joel slides it open quickly, after seeing it’s you.

You step in without waiting for an invitation. Brushing past him into the warm glow of his house, stepping into his space. You notice his comforting smell, he must have showered when he got home. It’s a scent you’re becoming more and more acquainted with.

“Hey.” you greet, looking up at him. He’s frowning again. He used to do that so much when you first met him.

But when he meets eye contact, the frown melts off his face.

“C’mon, let’s go sit.” You speak up, taking him by the hand, leading him to the couch that’s facing the back door.

You sit him down and sit right next to him, taking both of his hands in yours. You bow your head and he mirrors you, resting forehead to forehead as you exhale.

You sit like that for a little bit, breathing with each other, hands clasped. You break the contact to look at him. You reach up and tilt his face down so you can press a kiss to his forehead.

You gently pepper kisses down his face. Over his eyelids, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. Before finding their way to his lips.

His lips part for you quickly, as he kisses you back.

It’s not a long kiss, short but sweet as you pull back a little bit.

Joel's terrified. You can see it in his eyes. He thought he lost you. He doesn't want to let you go.

You can tell from the way he runs his hands up and down your arms. The slightly frantic look in his eye. He wants to dig his hands in and not let go. Good thing you want that too.

This time when you lean forward he rushes to meet you. Almost smacking each other, you recover just in time and begin to kiss him passionately.

Never stopping your kisses, you swing a leg over his hip and climb onto his lap.

"I'm here." You tell him through breaks in your furious kisses.

"I'm here for you." You reiterate which makes him slow his kisses to a gradual stop.

You look him square in the eye as you take his hands from your face, and slide them down yourself, before setting them on your hips. Then you wrap one arm around his torso while the other arm goes to thread through his thick his hair. Interlocking lips again and you dig your nails in harder than you've ever before, then rolling your hips down hard, feeling the relief rush through you with the weight of his hardness press against you even through your clothes.

He responds a few kisses later, fingers digging into your hips bones as he drags you against himself this time. You answer with an excited moan.

He gets the message.

He literally flips you over to your back, Judo style, one hand grabbing your knee to bring up over his hip. It's gentle, he cushions your fall to the couch, eyes expectant over you as he reads your reaction. When a pretty smile splits your face, he continues with a press of his soft lips against yours, hands drifting lower to cup your sex directly.

You hum in your chest as your knees instinctively fall to the side, opening up t o him. He closes that space as he grinds his palm right on your clit. It sends a stake of electricity up your body.

You break apart with a "fuck" and grip his hair tighter. He's rubbing strongly with the perfect amount of pressure to be intense without crushing.

Over and over, he strokes you steadily as you dig your fingers into the muscles of his back. He’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge surprisingly fast. Maybe your blood is still hot from the fight. You drag your fingertips down his broad back, feeling the space between the two of you heat up.

Quicker than you expected, you feel your insides flutter, and you gasp out a surprised moan as you fall over the edge. Once you've finish switching, you blink your eyes open, a bit confused and a touch embarrassed by how fast he made you come.

Yet Joel looks nothing but pleased. Big, warm, eager hands going to your zipper, while you quickly half sit up so you can do the same to his.

He lets out a satisfied grunt when his fingers part your lips and feel how wet you are. Rucking your jeans and underwear down your legs to your knees, he slips two fingers deep inside. Finding your cunt warm and greedy, the narrow angle of your hips from your jeans half off making you tighter in this position.

You ruck his jeans and boxers down his hips, just enough to pull his dick free. You immediately grasp a hold and he grows harder quickly in your hand as you begin stroking him.

You were already wet before he started touching you and you’ve only gotten wetter post your orgasm so Joel is quickly coaxing a third finger past your entrance. It brings a slight burn from the cramped position, but any sting is rubbed away with Joel’s massaging finger tips, rubbing you everywhere you need. You hum through your chest your appreciation, your forehead resting against his as he braces himself over you with his other hand, pressing against the cushions by your head.

Joel's big, so you don't like to skip foreplay, but right now with him three fingers deep, your fist wrapped around his length only a few inches away from your plugged hole, your want for him to sink inside you becomes unbearable.

It's what you need after this afternoon, to press as close as possible, as you recover from the close call.

Joel seems to agree because close he's removing his fingers and instead pressing his hips to yours, guiding his tip to your hole. He rubs himself against you, dipping his cock in your wetness before running himself up, splitting your lips as he rubs at your clit.

You jolt and go to beg him to just fuck you already, but he's already sinking inside. His cock splits you open slowly, nestling deep inside as you feel your whole body spark with pleasure.

Your mouth falls open a little as he pushes in with your inhale, a rumble of pure pleasure sounding from his chest. The sound is deep and gravely, making your pleasure spark higher, hearing it.

It’s a good thing he’s been fucking you so often, your pussy’s grown accustomed to him spreading you apart, but you remember the first time he fucked you, this process had taken much longer.

Joel holds there, deep inside, your walls gripping him tightly but adjusting quickly. You tilt your chip up to look at his face. The expression on his face, his jaw loose, eyes glosses over with pleasure you feel mirrored on your own.

He’s still waiting for your go ahead, either as a self-assurance or a tease, he always waits for you. So you give it to him.

“C’mon Joel, fuck me.” you plead, your voice throaty as you grip his shoulder tighter.

You see something change in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before. He finally responds with a strong roll of his hips into yours, and your eyes roll back as he finally starts to give you what you want. You like keeping your hands on his back, moving a little lower to feel his muscles working to pump his hips against yours, fucking himself within you.

You can only imagine what it must look like from the outside, his broad form covering yours, your knees framing his hips with your jeans and underwear bunched up around them. The image of Joel fucking you into the couch makes muscle clench, shutting your eyes, pussy suctioning onto the thick cock inside it and your hands turning into claws dragging down his side.

Before you can feel bad for the scratches, Joel’s moaning against your cheek.

You feel gentle fingers tip your chin up in contrast with the relentless thrusts against your lower half.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” Joel whispers, somehow his voice is tender while he simultaneously pounds you so hard you slide up and down on the couch. You know your hair is going to be a fucking disaster after this. Gravity only pulls you further onto his cock when you come back down as he thrust up, making your eyes clench shut harder.

“I want to see your pretty eyes.” he asks, and you give him what he so beautifully asked for.

Blinking your eyes open, you meet his. His pupils are so dilated they look almost black, the green nearly swallowed up.

Joel rewards you with some more kisses, the touch of his tongue against your lips makes them tingle as if he shocked you somehow. But in a good way, a really good way.

One of the many nice side effects of Joel being a guitar player is he knows how to create a rhythm, combine that with accurate fingers as he reaches down to stroke your clit and thrust into you at the same time. You can sense his desperation for you, he needs you to come, now.

Well at this rate he’s going to get his wish pretty soon. He’s driving you relentlessly towards the edge.

You’re so close, you can almost taste it, your entire body seizing up as it prepares to fall over that cliff. You feel your heart jolt in absolute terror at the sound of heavy knocks on Joel’s front door.

Now your body has clenched up in a bad way, and you and Joel wait there, silent and still.

The couch you’re on is in the living room which is viewable from the front door if the person should walk in. There’s no way you and Joel could detached yourselves from each other and straighten out your pulled down clothing in time.

“Joel, I know you’re in there. You can’t just ignore me.” Tommy’s voices flows from the other side of the heavy wooden door followed by more rapid, agitated sounding knocks.

You feel shock and let out a quiet gasp before you can snap your mouth shut when Joel starts grinding against you again.

“It’s just my brother, he’ll go away.” he mouths, barely audible.

When Tommy knocks again, you know you should stop and get dressed, it’s too risky. But you’re so desperate for Joel, that even with him still fully seating inside you, his inaction is making you ache with the orgasm that had been within finger reach mere moments before.

You do your absolute best to breathe as silently as you can when you start grinding back down onto Joel, and you feel him pick his pace back up.

He was right, you hear Tommy groan out a curse and stomp down the steps not even a minute later.

By that time you’re near your peak again. Your body tensing all over so hard it’s starting to shake. Joel’s fingers rubbing you perfectly on the outside and his cock rubbing against you perfectly on the inside, driving you higher and higher.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” Joel rasps near your ear. His lips going to lick and suck under your jaw. You thrust your chin up to give him more access, and gasp out a “Yes” as clearly as you can with your irregular breathing.

The sparks of pleasure from his mouth against the sensitive nerves along your your throat is enough to throw you off the edge.

“Oh, good fucking girl.” He moans, feeling your grip shudder around him. He slows the rolling movement of his hips down so he can focus on the sensation of you coming on his cock. But he never stops completely, purposefully rubbing at that one spot in particular to prolong your orgasm.

Finally, your body shudders one last time, and you realize your eyes are screwed shut. You blink them back open, your heart slowly coming down, before a gasp is being ripped out of your throat at the force of Joel’s sudden thrust.

“I’m not done with you.” Is all he says as he picks his pace back up, fucking you long and hard, his breathing hard in between growled groans.

If you thought you were wet before, after coming a second time, you’re like a slip-n-slide.

Your wetness spread around your inner thighs by his thrust and coating his length completely, so when he pulls out of you completely you see his cock shines with it.

“Turn around.” he growls. You do your best to follow his orders, but your heart is still beating so hard moving is difficult and your brain feels drunk with endorphins.

You must not be moving fast enough, because Joel takes hold of you under the shoulders to pull you upright and then flip you over in one move. He scoots you a little further so your face isn’t being crushed against the arm of the couch and so you’re instead resting over it.

With your front on the arm and your ass in the air, your wet, well-fucked, exposed pussy in the air on display.

You don’t have to wait long before Joel’s sliding within you again.

“Fuck yes.” you groan out, the ache he brings 100% welcome.

He hits much deeper in this position, and you feel the head of him nudge against the end of you. Pushing your limits to get as deep as he can, the sensation strange in a wonderful way. You’ve never felt this full, it feels like he’s at your bellybutton.

Your orgasm comes as a surprise to Joel but mostly to you. You had about a split second warning before you were coming again, gasps and grunts being ripped from your chest before you collapse back onto the couch arm.

As you lay there, huffing and puffing, Joel grabs a handful of your ass and bounces you up and down on his cock.

It feels good, but it’s also a little too much so soon after your second orgasm of the night. Your nerves feel plucked raw, exposed like a live wire.

Joel’s other hand takes a hold of your other cheek, fingertips massaging your muscle briefing before they’re spreading you apart, and you know he’s taking pleasure watching his cock sink inside you before slowly sliding back out. Over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” he groans. His movements speeding up again. When his hand reaches under you to rub at your clit you whimper.

“It’s too much, Joel.” you hate to say it, but you don’t think you can come again, you’re too sensitive.

“You can take it. I know you can.” he responds. He trusts you to tell him when he needs to stop, but he can feel your body preparing for another orgasm.

You never want to let him down, so you calm your breathing, and relax into the rocking of his hips. Not long after, his rubbing of your clit crosses the threshold from ‘too much’ to ‘not enough.’

Soon you’re whining, and throwing your hips back, spearing yourself harder onto his cock and his ministrations speed up.

In tandem with his movements, you hear him behind you grunt out curses and you can tell by the sound of his voice, he’s close as well.

Impossibly, he seems to grow harder inside you, and you come for a fourth time, the feeling of your walls throbbing while being spread so far apart is toe curling, and an embarrassingly guttural groan comes from you.

Good thing you’re too blissed out to care.

Besides you have Joel behind you cooing praise at you, “So pretty. Feels so good sweetheart.That’s a good girl. Fuck you’re so soft and wet.” His jumbled sentences another marker that he’s not going to last much longer.

“I’m gonna come.” he groans out and you slap your hand behind you against his arm and he gets the message and pulls out.

As quick as your shaking legs can, you jump off the couch and kneel in front of him while he follows your movements and sits back down on the couch.

You take him in one hand around the base of his cock and seal your lips over his head.  

Joel throws his head back with a groan, and you start licking his tip, rubbing with your tongue along the underside while sucking with your mouth and pumping his base rapidly.

Joel’s hand tangles in your hair, grunted out curses filling the air before he’s pulling you a little deeper. You let him and his hips arch off the couch to push further into your mouth as he finally comes.

You don’t stop licking or stroking, meaning some cum you don’t swallow in time smears across your lips.

At Joel’s gentle double tug at your scalp, you release him. With a feather light touch you lick off any mess on him you left behind, looking up at him to make sure he’s watching you clean his cock.

When you’re done, you sit back on your heels, doing your best to scrape off any cum from around your mouth and suck it clean. You’ll need to go wash your face, but this will do for now.

Joel helps scoop you back onto the couch and the both of you slowly shuffled clothes back into place.

Once you’re finished, you turn to look at him.

He looks calmer now, a pleasant look on his face, his eyes soft as he looks back at you, his hair a mess, cheeks red. He looks well fucked.

“Can I stay the night?” your voice is a little sticky.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Good, cause I don’t think I can walk.”

—

Tommy scales to steps to his brother’s house two at a time. His mind is racing, and he needs to talk with Joel.

Two years of Tommy trying to set him up with various people, and Joel always coming up with an excuse of why not.

At first Tommy had thought it was trauma. He knew things were hard after Sarah’s mom left, and then loosing Sarah like that, would make thinking of a family of any kind too terrifying.

But Tommy had made it clear it didn’t need to be family, Joel didn’t need to find someone to marry like Tommy had found Maria.

But Joel didn’t even seem interested in a casual fling, or even a one-night stand.

Because of you.

Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle, you were sweet, and kind, and protective, and good with a gun. Now that he’s thinking of it, he’s not that surprised Joel feel for your charms.

No, the question was how the hell did Joel manage to make you fall for his, seeing as in Tommy’s opinion, Joel had no game whatsoever.

He was an ornery, grumpy, old and closed-off bastard. Who never talked to anyone, and never seemed to show any interest in anyone.

Apparently not.

Now that Tommy is thinking of it, his pain-in-the-ass brother has been in an uncharacteristically good mood recently.

How long have you been a thing then?

Tommy needs answers. So he pounds on Joel’s door even when there’s no answer the first time.

“Joel, I know you’re in there. You can’t just ignore me.” Tommy calls through the door.

Joel never goes anywhere, he always just stays home, playing guitar or carving. Tommy is the one who has to drag him for any social interaction so Tommy knows 100% that Joel is in there and ignoring him.

Fine. If Joel’s going to be rude, Tommy’s not going to worry about being rude either. He jogs down the stairs again, and turns around the side of his house.

Tommy knows where Joel keeps the extra key to the back door, under the doormat (very secure) so he’ll just sneak in through the back and then Joel really can’t ignore him.

Only, when Tommy gets to the back porch, and rounds the corner and bends down to move the door mat, he sees something that takes his brain half a second to catch up before he can duck out of view again. There on the side of the sliding door, out of sight, Tommy stands squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can as if that can seal out the memory burned into his eyelids of his brother obviously having sex with someone on the couch.

He couldn’t see who it was underneath his brother, but given one guess, Tommy has a pretty strong suspicion.

He feels a shudder go down his back at the familiar feeling he remembers feeling when he was 10, and Joel was 16.

Little Tommy had wanted to talk with his older brother as well, the Atari wasn’t working. And so naive Tommy had walked straight into Joel’s room while he had his girlfriend over “studying.”

Present-day Tommy rushes down the steps of the porch, blinking hard each time, hating feeling like a 10 year old again.

Tommy knows he can’t tell anyone, but right now he just needs the comfort of Maria to forget what just happened.

He’ll never sit on that couch again.

A/N: Sorry Tommy lmao, but I feel like as a younger sibling, it is your destiny to walk in on your older sibling at least once.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #my writing #tlou fanfiction

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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Howdy do~! For the Fluff Writing event I would like to request Riddle, Leona and Jamil x female reader with prompt #2, please! And congrats on the 800!👍 Thanks a bunch!

Here We Are Today

Prompt: Reminiscing about the time they first met the reader. They're still in awe of how far they've come.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, and Jamil x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff, Female Reader, slightly OOC, and

Riddle

Staring at the teacup in front of him, his finger lightly traced the design as the memories came back from the time he first met you at NRC. He came to the cafeteria to check on the troublesome first year from the night before to see him at a table with some of his dormmates and you. You sat there, looking as if you were focusing on something Trey was saying, and when he finally approached, he got a closer look at your gorgeous face. Internally, he was panicking like, Holy shit, pretty girl. When he left, he thought about you and wanted to invite you to the Unbirthday celebration. He was a bit flushed when you showed up, dressed in Heartslabyul fashion. He was a bit saddened when you left with Ace and Deuce.

After the overblot incident, you showed him things he didn’t know and made him feel things he never thought he would. You obviously both had your ups and downs, but you made it through and he knew that he wanted to marry you when you stood up to his mother.

He always saw the way you would always run towards danger and help those who needed it countless times as well as putting up with being surrounded by men. Yet, you pulled through and went about your day, surviving in the foreign world you were brought to. That is something he always admired about you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He snapped out of his trance to see you sitting across from him.

“Just thinking about how we first met,” He replied before taking your hand gently and kissing your wedding band. “And realizing how lucky I am to have you still by my side after all these years.”

Leona

If someone told him the girl who stepped on his tail would become his wife, he’d call them an idiot who must be high. Yet here he was in bed with said wife. He woke before her and looked down at her sleeping figure. He pulled her close as his mind wandered to the past. He was having a peaceful nap by himself, like many that he had before, then was awoken to a sudden pain in his tail. Raising from his spot, annoyed and ready to teach the perpetrator a lesson, and sees you holding Grim as your face only shows dread. After your interaction, he thought he would never see you again, but fate had other plans. He got to know you more when you were dealing with Azul, and he got used to you being around him to the point he would accept you crashing with him in the Botanical Garden

He slowly started getting used to your presence and comebacks that whenever you’re gone for too long, he will either send Ruggie or go himself to find you. You both would spend time together outside of class and you were one of the many who motivated him to get through NRC.

He also motivated you to be more confident and to not take shit from anyone, even him if he ever crossed that line, which helped you become more of a skilled non magical young woman. Even though you two were apart, you would still call, and He wanted to fall asleep to the sound of your voice.

While he was gone during his 4th year, your reputation got more well-known, and you were catching many eyes of many. One of the times that he came back and expected to see you waiting, you weren’t there. He headed towards the main square and saw you surrounded by students. He can’t blame them because dear Sevens, you are a gorgeous talented young woman and he would find it hot if you kicked his ass, even though he wouldn’t tell you. He was touched when you told all the boys that you were taken and rushed over once you finally saw him.

“I must be dreaming because you’re awake before me.” You sleepily say, looking up to see your husband awake.

“You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep, my love.” He chuckled before giving you a smooch on the lip and buried his face in your neck. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

Jamil

Watching you interact with his sister at one of the Asim parties, Jamil smiled as he sipped his drink and thought back to when you first met. He would see you around the school and hear about your achievements through whispers as well as seeing how well you interacted with others. After the events of his Over Blotting, you two somewhat spoke when school started again. He thought you were going to guilt trip him to use him, but you told him you just wanted to be a friend. He was wary of your statement but tried to disguise the relief he had that you wanted to befriend him after everything he put you through during the break. You told him that he wasn’t your first friend who almost killed you which made him concerned about you a bit.

Both of you started hanging out, you would help watch Kalim which gave you two more time to talk. He is a tsundere at times and would find some sort of excuse or reason to deny that he enjoyed spending time with you. He also helped with your studies since he was very smart and one of the times you scored high, you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He was flustered and got even more flustered when you asked him out which he accepted.

At times, Jamil mentally thanked you whenever you convinced Kalim to leave him alone for a while but would be a little jealous that you’re distracting Kalim instead of spending time with him. Later, you’re cuddling with him to pay back for not spending time with him. Most of the time, you helped him recharge after a long stressful day and he enjoyed it when you ran your fingers through his hair. You are also the bug killer of the relationship, I don’t make the rules, and as much as he loves you, you are on your own to kill them. Another past time you both do is cooking and if you aren’t that great at cooking, it’ll be an equal exchange. He’ll cook if you kill the bugs.

Coming out of his small walk to memory lane to see you dancing with Najam, he chuckled and set his drink on a tray before approaching and swooped in when everyone traded partners. He guided you through the dance as the world slowed down and all the noise drowned out as you two just danced together, enjoying your time together.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” You ask, leaning in closer.

“I hope you know how much you mean to me and how happy I am to be married to you.” He responded before kissing you on the forehead.

#twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #leona x reader #riddle x reader #jamil x reader #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #jamil viper #twst fluff #fluff writing event #twst #female reader #reader insert #x reader

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Dad Jokes - Kinktober 20

Summary: Andy loves to tell dad jokes and more...

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

Warnings: angst, language, light smut, unprotected sex,cowgirl, a little manhandling, daddy kink, bad dad jokes

A/N: Andy is divorced for the sake of this fic.

Kinktober 2022

“What do you call a dog that can do magic?” you internally roll your eyes at the bad dad joke one of your neighbors makes. “Come on, Y/N.”

“I don’t know,” fighting the urge to groan you look up at Andy Barber. He’s freshly divorced, a lawyer, a dad, and bad at making jokes. “Tell me, Mr. Barber.”

“A Labracabrador,” he chuckles. “It was funny, right?” Andy searches your face. “You didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry, maybe I didn’t get the joke.”

“Let me tell you another one.”

Gosh, he’s not too bad to look at and, according to what you heard through the grapevine, a very successful lawyer.

Sadly, Andy Barber got a stick up his ass and loves to tell you the worst kind of dad jokes.

“Okay. Shoot me,” you sigh deeply.

“BANG!” he points a finger gun at you and chuckles again at his joke. This time, you roll your eyes. Andy Barber is so boring you might fall asleep while talking to him. “So, the next joke is very funny.”

“Uh-fine.”

Andy furrows his brows as you impatiently shift from one foot to the other. If only you would’ve known this little get-together of your new neighbors will turn out to become the lamest barbecue you ever attended.

“A friend of mine is known for sweeping girls off their feet,” he grins again. “He’s an extremely aggressive janitor.”

You snort. Not as the joke was funny, but at Andy’s hopeful expression. “I will slap his face if he sweeps me off my feet.”

“Fair enough,” Andy nods. “How about I get you some lemonade or a coke? Maybe some iced tea.”

“Do you have something a little bit stronger?”

“It’s barely two in the afternoon,” he tuts while tapping his wristwatch with his index finger. “Drinking is a bad habit.”

“Says the man telling lame dad jokes to bore me to death,” you’ve got enough of Andy’s behavior and his lectures. “You should go to dad jokes jail, Mr. Barber.”

“Maybe you should get the stick out of your ass,” he sasses back, eyes a little darker now. “I thought you will like a good joke. I didn’t take you for a spoilsport wanting to ruin other people’s fun.”

“Spoilsport!” you growl. “Me? Last time I checked my lame-o-meter it pointed at you and the stick up your ass.” You put your hands on your hips and cock your head. “If you would excuse me now, I’ll get a fucking drink now.”

Andy watches you storm off with darkened eyes. “Oh, I’d like to put my stick up your ass. But I’ll go for your sweet cunt first…”

“Hello, neighbor.”

“Andy, no more dad jokes,” you sigh as Andy followed you toward the bathroom. He stands outside, leaning against the wall. His arms crossed over his chest he huffs.

“You know, some people would say you are not nice,” he pushes off the wall to grip your upper arms. “I think you owe me an apology.”

“I think you are delusional, Mr. Barber.”

“I think someone should teach you a lesson in respect,” you sneer at Andy. “You are not very nice, and all you did so far was disrespect me. I will make sure you laugh about my jokes from now on.”

“Make me.”

You grin.

He smirks. Andy loves a challenge.

“I will make you do so much more tonight.”

“You will make me do shit. I’m going to leave now,” you know it’s a lie. A weak attempt of getting away from a freshly divorced man, a father of a teenage boy on top of all. “Let go of me, Mr. bad dad jokes.”

“Kitten,” you gasp as he twirls you around to push you against the wall, holding you there. He just looks at you for a moment, smirking darkly, “be good now. Or you will regret it. I set my eyes on you and will not let you go before I taught you a lesson.”

“Enlighten me, Mr. Barber. How do you want to do so? Bore me to death with your bad jokes?”

“Kittens get punished if they do not behave.”

“In your dreams.”

“I have very livid daydreams, Y/N,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Mostly of you begging for my cock. Screaming and moaning as I fuck you six ways from Sunday.”

You whimper this time. Who would’ve thought that Andy Barber is a dirty talker. “Oh, you love that, don’t you? My little slut wants to get punished. I knew it.”

“I dare you to put your hands on me, Barber,” you purse your lips. “I will sue your sorry ass. If you touch me, you will end up paying me a lot of money.”

“Didn’t take you for a sugar babe, kitten,” he claims your lips in a heated kiss. Andy wraps his arms around your waistline as you run your fingers through his hair. “You better laugh about my jokes next time.”

“You better keep that fucking promise and put your hands on me,” this time, you kiss him. You eagerly slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning when he moves his hands to your ass to grope you.

“My bedroom. Now.”

“Yes…Mr. Barber…” Andy gives you a head start. He chuckles as you go for a sprint, giggling as he starts to count.

“One, little kitten…”

“Catch me if you can…”

“Two…ten,” he chases after you. “You better be naked and ready to take your punishment…”

“Fuck, Andy,” you stalk toward your secret lover, swaying your hips as your eyes are glued to his erection. He slowly strokes his cock and waits for you to straddle his lap. “You are already so hard for me.”

“Come here and ride your cock. I want you to fuck yourself for me,” he purrs. “Be my good girl and take my dick.”

“Oh, the sexy lawyer wants to have me wrapped around him, huh?” you crawl onto the bed and toward Andy. “Good thing we crossed that line some weeks ago…”

“Get on my dick, kitten. I’m waiting and you know how much I hate waiting.”

“I know,” you straddle his lap and put your hands on his shoulders. “Come on, daddy. Give me that cock.”

“Get it, kitten,” he grips his cock to tease your entrance. “I want you to do the work tonight. I’ll just lean back and watch you bounce on my cock.”

“Fuck, Andy.”

He guides the tip to your entrance but leaves it to you to slowly sink onto his thick shaft. “Fuck, kitten. That’s a good pussy.” Andy watches you experimentally tilt your hips to find the perfect position to ride him. “Never thought I get such a good girl.”

“Never thought I’ll fuck a suburban dad and husband.”

“I’m divorced,” he grips your hips to hold you on his cock. “You know that.”

“Don't ruin my fantasy,” you cup his face, and press your lips to his. “I’m the femme fatale seducing the suburban dad and husband with my dripping pussy.”

“Baby, you need to move or I’ll combust inside of you.”

“I don’t think so,” you start to rock your hips, moving back and forth. “No that’s not it.”

“Aw, I thought you want to ride your daddy…”

“I want you to fuck me,” you bite your lower lip, whining as Andy refuses to fuck you. “Please. I’ll be good and laugh about your jokes next time.”

“Hmm…”

You end up underneath Andy. Your legs wrap around his waistline, and your hands paw at his back as he starts to move inside of you.

“If you don’t laugh next time, you’ll not get to cum…”

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#andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x fem!reader #smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 20 #defending jacob fanfiction #andy x reader

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ffauthor · 1 year

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Teacher William afton x Reader

Cw: Panic attack, SA, Cursing.

R/L/N = Random Last Name.

Very fast written.

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You didn't wanna say that science was your favorite subject, it was just the teacher that made the lesson.... bearable.

The only problem was your seat. It was arranged in the back of the classroom, next to your ex-best friend, keep the pressure on ex.

He betrayed you, he betrayed your feelings and your deepest darkest secret, and now he's touching your leg, moving his fingers slowly over your thigh. You knew this wasn't okay. You knew that very well, but you were too scared to say anything, and the teacher seemed to have no clue.

You gazed your eyes over the clocks ticking, counting the second one by one. Telling yourself; "Breath, Y/n. You've only got ten minutes left.. keep your attention on what's in front of you, it'll be over before-" no, no, no.

Your breathing phase quickened, your chest was getting heavier and heavier and your hearing slowly faded away, making you think everyone was looking at you. Everyone's whispering at you and laughing at you and...

You feel your muscles clench underneath your skin, shaking and threatening to tear your skin open, leaving messy scars. You tried to swallow the knob in your throat but failed miserably.

You felt the presence of someone else, not just the boy next to you, basically touching you without permission. You just sat there, unable to breathe, unable to move, and unable to say anything properly.

Your leg was bouncing up and down and voices were fading away, the shadow hovering over you getting bigger, closer, and faster.

"Alright, you're dismissed for today-" the familiar voice of your teacher said, not too far from your presence. "Make sure to do your homework for the lesson on Monday."

"And no fucking bullshit. Just calm down with the alcohol or whatever shit you guys do and keep your dick in your pants so I don't have limping girls in my first fucking hour."

You heard the people you're surrendered with talk, shoving their chairs aside and making their way out of the classroom with loud noises.

Leaving you a shaking panicky mess with the boy having his arm still secured around your thigh and your teacher close to you two trying to catch what the hell is happening in the back of the classroom.

You kept your gaze on your teacher, who was giving glares between the two of you, and who possibly even... checked you out? he saw the stupid grin on his face as his arm kept moving up and down, and that seemed to trigger some part in Mr. Afton, sincerely knowing you were very uncomfortable, plus he knows you guys aren’t on good terms. And now let you be his favorite student after all.

He bent down to see his hand on your thigh, brushing it and pulling it harshly, Mr. Afton’s eyes darkening. ‘’Mr. R/L/N, mind explaining what you're doing over there?’’ he stood back straight, not daring to take his eyes off the grinning boy next to you. the boy's gaze softened a little, his face getting redder at the knowledge that he’d been caught. ‘’N- What do you mean sir, I’m just.. comforting dear Y/n here.’’ Mr. Afton’s gaze met yours, following your jawline and your head which was shaking or at least attempting to. and that was enough for him to snap. ‘’Well, then mind explaining why my dearest student over here is very very uncomfortable?’’ he didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t give him a chance as he didn’t want to hear any other word out of their disgusting mouth.

He got ahold of the boys' hand, slowly brushing his finger against your thigh by accident as he basically slammed his hand against the table, making the boy winch in pain. ‘’I don’t tolerate such behavior towards any of my students, especially her.’’ Mr. Afton kept his hand twitched on the table, before pulling him off the chair and shoving him towards the door. ‘’F-F... I will tell the principal, you- asshole.’’ R/L/N managed to say before hearing a loud laugh pointed at him, the door slammed straight up into his face.

When he turned around to see you still shaking and panicking his gaze softens, immediately speed-walking to your side. ‘’Hey- Sweetheart.. can I come closer to you?’’ your eyes were teary and your voice trembling as you softly nodded your head, causing him to make his way towards you in a slow trust, sitting down on a chair next to you. ‘’I’m gonna need you to breathe for me, okay love?’’ - ‘’I’ll help you, just focus on my breathing and breathe with me.’’ he saw your shoulders tense and got a hold of your hands who were now in your lap, softly caressing the palm of your hand with his thumb. He smiled reassuringly at you while he showed you his breathing methods, surprisingly calming you down for the most part. ‘’There we go love, you are doing such a good job.’’

He showed you a reassuring smile, a proud one too.. one you’ve never seen before. And before you know it, your arms are wrapped around his waist, his quickly making it around yours.

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Hey! This one is a quick written one, my apologies. I had a panic attack when i wrote this and didn’t go very deep into the details.

I hope you somehow enjoy this! I’m always here for you guys if you need me.

#william afton x reader #william afton #william afton x y/n #fnaf #FNAF fanfiction #panic attack #angst #comfort #fluff

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almostloosingit · 1 year

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Cry Baby

Sanzu

In this case I just choose a song:

(English isn’t my first language so please tell me if you see any grammar errors 😗✌️)

A/n: I listened to to many songs for this one so. So sorry Sanzu lovers. I promise I will make a better one next time<3

Told you

Tw:Angst, unwanted touching,blood? some fluff at the end

‘Hate at first sight’ was what they called it.

You don’t know what it was. Maybe that stupid smirk and the up and down looks he would give you each time you two would look at each other. Or the fact thats he’s really fucking cocky each time he speaks to you. Maybe that’s the reason why you absolutely hate Sanzu.

Most of your classmates have a crush on him. He is pretty after all. If you didn’t see through his act you would probably have a crush on him too. He’s ‘nice’ and always gives them that fake smile of his. All though the way he interacts with his friends seems genuine.

Now how do you know that? You hate each other yet, you guys have the same friend group. To be more specific is that kind of relationship group that seems like they aren’t in one group literally because they have two different talking circles. Listen, high school can be taught and you don’t want to be a loner so you take whatever you can take. As big as the group was, if you had two people you could always depend on it was Touma and Rindou. Was Rindou also friends with Sanzu? Yes, but that didn’t change that he would always pull on Sanzu’s hair whenever he went too far with his little jokes. Touma on the other hand was your childhood best friend. He wouldn’t stand up to Sanzu because of the strength and size difference, but he would always check up on you. Touma was on the smaller side and he was well aware of it. On top of that you don’t want your best friend to get in trouble with Sanzu. Because at the end of the day it is Sanzu. And from what you heard he did and still does some wild ass shit.

You arrive at school 30 minutes before the first lesson starts. You started to walk in the direction of the place where you and your group normally hangout at. As you were walking you saw Souta laughing with his friends. He saw you. And when he did he gave you a cocky smirk. You made a disgusted face and kept walking.

Ew. you thought

Souta, he’s probably the only person on this earth that Sanzu hates more than you. Can't blame him. Souta was a dick and, unlike Sanzu, he didn't hide it. There was no one that was free from his bullying.

You arrived at the spot where you saw Touma waving at you. Surprisingly there was only him, the brothers and Sanzu.

God, Touma is an angel.

He was the nicest person you met in your life.

You came up to him and you two gave each other a hug.

“So Y/N.” Sanzu started. “How is being a low life going?” He said with that smirk of his.

Already?

“I don’t know, Sanzu. I haven’t reached your level yet.” You said without looking up from your phone. You could hear the brothers snicker.

“Aren’t you a funny one?” He said, walking up to you. He makes sure to look at you without moving his head down. To make sure you know he’s looking down on you.

Asshole

He always does that.

“Someone has to be.” You said looking at him. “And you're clearly not the man for the job.”

“Oh really? So-”

“Sanzu.” Rindou looks at him with a slight glare. He can already see that Sanzu is about to say something that might end bad. Sanzu looks back at Rindou, annoyed.

“Whatever.” He says with a scoff. “I’m going-”

“Aww leaving already? I thought you would spend some time with me.” You turn around to see a tall man walking in the direction of your group. Souta.

“The fuck do you want?” Sanzu looked at him with hooded eyes.

Impressive

And you thought you could piss off Sanzu with just your existence. Yet here is Souta, whole another level.

“Aww what’s wrong? I thought we were friends?”

“You’re delusional. Any sane person would stay away from someone like you.”

“You’re not though.”

“Neither am I delusional.” He said while turning away. “I’m going to the shop.” He said while looking at the brothers. “You two coming?”

And with that they left. So there you were standing with your best friend pretending that the problem person does not exist.

“So your boyfriend left, huh?” Souta scoffed. Who was he talking to? “Are you deaf or something?” He said annoyed. “Oi!” He said while poking, pretty harshly, on the side of your head.

“Excuse me, don’t touch me.” You said, trying to stay polite. You don’t need any trouble with him.

“So you’re not deaf!” He said with excitement.

“No, I’m not. And he’s not my boyfriend.” You said annoyed. “What on earth made you think that?”

“Oh so you're not? Why is he always defending you then?”

“What are you-?”

“So since you're not with him.” He said while getting closer. “Wanna get with me instead?” He said while pulling you by the waist.

Shit.

Too close. You can feel your breathing quickening.and no.. not in a good way.

You felt terrified. Who wouldn’t? Who in the world would like to be pulled in by the waist by someone like him?

“I will pass.” You try to stay calm.

“Oh don’t be that way! Or I may think you acutely like the pinky.” He said smiling.

“I-” You suddenly felt a strong pull. Touma? He pulled you away from that big bitch.

“They said that they will pass.” He said firmly. “Are you deaf?” That’s the most pissed off Touma you ever saw.

“If I were you I would keep my mouth shut.” Souta said and you could see the vein on the forehead.

“Oh please you're just a big bully who-” you put your hand on his mouth. You love Touma you truly do. That’s why you don’t want him to get killed.

“Oh look at the time.” You said nervously. “We should go to the class.”

While you were about to walk past Souta to head to the building you felt a slap. A slap on your ass.

There is no way

“Talk to you later then. I ain’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.” He said while smirking at you through his shoulder.

You froze.

You felt your whole body run cold.

There is no way in hell that that just happened.

“Y/N..?” You hear Touma ask clearly worried. “Are you..?”

“Yeah, let’s just.. go to the class.”

And you did. You sat at your seat and the lesson started. You felt like a shadow of yourself.. if not less. You don’t even know what’s going on in class. You feel disoriented. Lost. Confused. Why did that happen? How did that happen? Are you overreacting? It was just a slap. But was it though? If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be feeling so down right now. You did nothing to deserve someone like that. To be treated that way. No one does.

I’m too deep in my mind.

Are you though?

He said he’s not taking no for an answer. Just thinking about it makes your skin crawl. Makes your heart stop for a second.

Touma looked worried and you bet Sanzu noticed that.

“Hey Y/N?” Touma started. You looked at him. His heart stops. Your eyes.. looked so dull. No life, no light, nothing. “What he did was not right. And it sure wasn’t your fault you know that, right? We can report that.”

Report? Sanzu thinks to himself. Just what in hell happened when he left?

“It was just a slap.”

“It wasn’t! He slapped your ass!What he did was se-”

That’s it

“Who?” Was all Sanzu asked.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“Who slapped you?” His eyes were hudded, pissed off, he looked like he was ready to kill.

“Why do you care?”

“Y/N I asked who did it.” He said in a still tone in his voice.

“Souta.” Touma answered. “He tried hitting on Y/N after you guys left. He also said that he won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer.”

Sanzu suddenly shot up from his seat.

He saw red.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” And with that he walked out of the class.

Shit

You never saw Sanzu so pissed off.

What if he actually kills him?

You quickly stood up.

“Find Ran and Rin.” You told Touma then ran after Sanzu.

You can’t let him do something dumb because of you!

You will feel guilty.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” You asked while following him. He was walking so fast you almost had to run.

“I’m going to put that fucker in a grave.” You froze for a second. It scared you. You never heard that much anger in his voice.

“Don’t be fucking stupid! Why do you care about it anyway?!” You yelled. Suddenly he stopped, turned around and grabbed your face with one hand and slightly squeezed your cheeks.

“That son of a bitch put his hands on you. On YOU. That’s fucking not allowed.”

“Wtf do you mean?”

“That means.” He steps closer to you but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. “Bullying you is my job. Anything to do with you has to do with me.”

“What?”

“Oh you’re so clueless.” He let you go and stormed into a classroom. Few seconds later he dragged Souta out by his hair while he was on the floor.

You don’t know what to do. You just stood there

Frozen

Again..

You stood there while Sanzu got on top of Souta and started to throw punches at him. One after another. There was blood and you swear he broke his nose.

You didn’t know what to do. You were scared to move.

“S-Sanzu..” You whispered. Your voice was trembling, your hands were too. Your legs felt weak.

“Y/N!” Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. Touma. Rin and Ran as well. They were pulling Sanzu off of Souta and trying to calm him down.

“Dude chill!” Rin was holding him down with his whole body. While Ran was kneeling in front of him trying to bring him back to his senses, ignoring Souta.

“You're scaring Y/N.” Ran started. “We get it! Okay, you make your point. You almost killed the guy. He deserves it, but you could have done this with no one around.” He scratched the back of his head while explaining. “You just made so much mess.. problem wise and cleaning wise.”

Slowly but surely Sanzu calmed down. The teachers arrived. Everyone told their story. And with that you and the rest went home. And when you did your body felt like a rock. When you laid down on your bed you could not get up. You laid there for hours. To the point the sun was no longer sitting in the sky.

You didn’t know how to feel with anything right now, so many things happened and the worst part was you felt guilty. You knew you shouldn’t.

Knock knock

Huh?

You stand up from your bed with the little energy you had left and look outside of your window.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?” You whispered.

“Visiting.” Sanzu answered. “Move aside and let me in, it's freezing out here.” He said. You moved aside to let him in. “Much better.”

“Why are you here?”

“Too see how you're doing. A lot has happened.” He said sitting down on the floor.

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. That motherfucker assaulted you. He deserves to be more then beaten up”

“You can’t do that to people just because.”

“Why not?”

“You- I swear.”

“See! Nothing is stopping you!” He said laughing. “Don’t blame yourself for anything that happened today. You did nothing wrong.” He said stand up. He came closer to you and ruffled your hair. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Why did you get so mad for me?” You asked, looking down.

“Isn’t that obvious?” He said, chuckling. “I think it was obvious. I like you.”

“What?”

“So I guess it wasn’t?”

“Why were you always so mean then?”

“To annoy you. You have a pretty face and it looks even cuter when it’s annoyed.” He said and took your hand in his and kissed the top of it. “I will be going then.” He said while getting ready to leave. “Sleep well!” And with that he left.

And you just stood there confused.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers angst #sanzu x y/n #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu angst #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #tokrev sanzu #sanzu fluff

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 1 year

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 5

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2231

Warnings: Car Crash, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: A Place in This World Meant To Be

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Ghost

"I did it!" Jake exclaimed, laughing in disbelief and staring at the guitar in his hands. Then, like he couldn't believe it himself, he turned to his friend for verification. "I did, right? No mistakes?"

"You did," Annalise confirmed, beaming proudly at him. "I've never seen someone pick up guitar so quickly."

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner. I also had a great teacher."

"That goes without saying." Jake handed her the guitar, which she happily took back and started strumming a new song she'd been practicing. "How far into the book are you?"

"I finished it!" he exclaimed, twisting around and taking it out of his backpack. "I see why you love jets so much. They're fascinating! The Blue Angels are doing a show in Corpus Christi in a few weeks. I'm going to see if I can convince my mom to let me go see it."

"I already got tickets," Annalise chirped. "Mom gets special access with her military clearance. She makes a call, and she's there. If you want to go, let me know, and I'll ask my mom to see if she can add you to the list. Your mom, too, if she wants to come."

Jake perked up immediately. "Really?"

"Yeah. It'd be nice to have a friend tag along. My sister goes, but she's usually off flirting with the boys, so I don't have anyone to geek out over the planes with."

"I'll ask when I get home! Honestly, after reading that book and reading up on the Navy, I see why you want to join."

Annalise cocked her head. "When did you read about the Navy?"

"Checked out a book from the library not long after you brought it up. Seemed interesting, and it was. The more I read about it, the more I want to join."

"Going to become a naval aviator like me?"

"Obviously. It's the coolest job." Jake glanced at his watch and swore. "Shit, I have to leave for practice soon. Coach will have my head if I'm late."

Annalise chuckled, taking the cue and gathering up her things. Jake helped her up when she was done and took her guitar case as he walked her back to her house like he'd done every time before. While they made the trek to her place, Annalise asked, "You ready for school to start next week?"

"This is going to sound strange, but yeah. I love being at school." Jake hesitated momentarily, like he wanted to say more, but then seemingly decided against it. "What about you?"

"Not really," she admitted, omitting the fact that she had no friends outside of him right now, and she was sure he'd forget about her once classes started. After all, he was the most popular guy in school, and include the fact that he filled out over the summer, buffing up and losing some of his baby face, would only increase his popularity. Meanwhile, Annalise was a nobody, someone who had joined two months before sophomore year ended and made no real impact on anyone. No one paid attention to her. She might as well have been a ghost. The fact Jake even remembered her at their initial meet in the woods stunned her, but she chalked it up to them having had a few classes together. Why else would he have noticed her? It's not like he had a crush on her. Even his walking her home was simply Jake being a gentleman. Annalise refused to read into it because it meant nothing more than what it was on the surface.

"Why not?" Jake prodded with the dreaded question.

"I'll basically be the new girl all over again. I barely got to know anyone when I got here last year, and chances are I'll move again by the end of the school year because of my mom or dad's job. I don't want to get close to anyone when I'm probably going to leave again before college."

"I'm not sure if you're telling me I'm the exception to not wanting to get close to anyone or that you're going to ghost me if you do leave."

Annalise smiled but said nothing, already figuring their friendship would crash and burn before she left. Stopping outside the gate, Annalise thanked him for the escort and took her guitar from him. As she turned around to head into her backyard, Jake said, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Always," Annalise replied. Giving him a two-finger salute, she entered her backyard and shut the gate behind her. Upon stepping foot into her house, she'd barely set her guitar down when Jacqueline Blackwood appeared out of nowhere from the shadows of the living room.

"When were you going to tell me you knew Jake Seresin?" her sister demanded, crossing her arms.

"Since never, because it's none of your business," Annalise retorted, rolling her eyes.

"People are saying he has a secret girlfriend, you know."

"Wouldn't surprise me if he did. He's cute."

It was Jackie's turn to roll her eyes. "I'm talking about you, dumbass. They'll think it's you if they find out you two are hanging out. Are you two together?"

"Oh, please." Annalise scoffed, grabbing a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. "Jake is not interested in me. It's just a summer thing. Come first day of school, he'll have completely forgotten about me."

"And how often have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"It's not sneaking out if we plan it."

"Then why haven't you said anything about him all summer?"

"Because I knew all three of you would get the wrong idea, and you, in particular, are a busy little brownnoser who would probably find a way to crash the party."

"For your information, I already followed you. How else do you think I knew you were seeing him?"

"What the fuck, Jackie?"

"Language!" Charlie chastised, entering the kitchen in a sharp suit. "Annalise, you know better."

When Charlie briefly turned her back to her daughters, Annalise flipped Jackie off, who stuck her tongue out in return.

"Girls, knock it off," Charlie warned. Annalise wondered how her mom had seen the exchange for a split second until she saw the microwave, clearly reflecting the two Blackwood sisters. "What's going on?"

"Annalise has a secret boyfriend, who happens to be the most popular guy in school," Jackie piped up, smiling smugly at her little sister. Annalise glowered at her sister, thoroughly planning on getting her revenge later on.

"He's not my boyfriend. I ran into him in the woods, and we started chatting. He was interested in learning guitar, so I've been teaching him. That's it. Nothing more. We're not like Jackie and Oreo."

"His name is Orry."

"I don't care what his actual name is. The guy has super black hair, is always wearing black, and is whiter than Frosty the Snowman. He looks like an Oreo, so I will continue calling him as such."

"Fine. I'll continue calling Jake your boyfriend."

"If that's the game you want to play-" Annalise turned to their mom- "Jackie snuck out of the house two weeks ago to go to a party with Orry and got stoned."

Charlie placed her hands on her hips. "Jacqueline Elena Blackwood!"

"You were supposed to keep that a secret!" Jackie hissed, grabbing an apple from a bowl nearby and chucking it at her sister's head.

Annalise caught it and took a bite from it. "Yeah, on the premise you would owe me a favor in the future or until you pissed me off enough to divulge it."

"Jackie, go to your room. Your dad and I will talk with you later about your punishment," Charlie ordered, pointing firmly at the stairs. Jackie obeyed reluctantly, shuffling off in dismay to her room, but not before muttering under her breath so only her sister could hear, "You're gonna pay for that one."

Annalise tried to then back away without any further conversation, but her mom stopped her. "Any other secrets you're holding over your sister?"

"Unless they give me leverage over her, I don't keep them, so no."

"About this Jake kid-"

Annalise groaned. "Not you too."

"Have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"No. I just haven't said anything because I didn't want it getting blown out of proportion. It's a summer thing that will end the moment school starts."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's the most popular guy in school, and I'm a nobody?"

"I'd like to see you have a steady friend group."

"What's the point?"

"We're not going to-"

"Move again in a year?" Annalise responded defensively. "I'm pretty sure you said that in Colorado, California, Florida, Michigan, and Virginia."

"Annalise, don't use that tone of voice with me," Charlie cautioned gently but firmly. "This time's different. Your dad and I want you and Jackie to have stability in your last years in high school. We've already talked to our bosses to ensure that that happens. Listen, Jackie is going out of town for the weekend at the end of the month. Why don't you invite Jake over for dinner?"

"I'll ask him," she lied, biting back a cringe at the idea. She would mean nothing to Jake after school started, so what was the point in even asking?

"Good. Let me know what he says. On a different note, I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I need to get this package sent off. Could you run into town and do it for me?"

"Anything to be away from Jackie right now. Where is it?"

"It's in the mudroom. Thank you, sweetie. Be careful!"

"I will. Love you!" Annalise grabbed the keys to her car and bolted out the door. Blasting some George Strait, she pulled onto the main road and cruised into town. Annalise passed the high school on the way to the post office, its parking lot jammed with trucks belonging to the football players practicing on the field. Jake was down there somewhere, but she couldn't tell which. She didn't even know his jersey number. Annalise continued on her way, dropping the package off and then deciding rather than going home and facing the inevitable wrath of her sister, she'd shop around a bit. It's not like there was anything of interest to buy, but Annalise was a sucker for cruising through stores like Home Goods, Hobby Lobby, and Barnes and Noble. Annalise let her mom know, who had no qualms about the better-behaved daughter being out by herself.

For better or for worse, all three of those stores were in the same parking lot as the post office, so Ghost strolled over to them, taking her time as she perused through the items. A couple of books did catch her eye, namely about fighter jets, although a romance novel did slip its way into the mix. Nothing at Home Goods or Hobby Lobby was worth buying or was out of her price range, but they were still fun to visit.

While in Home Goods, two girls her age strode past. Annalise ignored them, continuing to look mindlessly at some of the clothes on the racks, when one of them said, "Hey, you're Annalise Blackwood, right?"

Annalise glanced up in surprise. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"We're having a party Friday night and would love to have you come. You should bring Jake, too!"

Annalise knew precisely who they were referring to but decided to play dumb. "Jake who?"

"Seresin, of course! With you two dating and all, we thought-"

"I'm not dating Jake Seresin," Annalise said, laughing in disbelief. "Where the hell did you hear that rumor?"

"Well, we heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Mackenzie, who heard it from her boyfriend Trevor, who heard it from Orry, who-"

"Heard it from Jackie?" Annalise finished, blood slowly boiling as the epiphany dawned on her. When the two girls confirmed her suspicion, she sighed deeply to rein in her flaring temper. "I'm not dating Jake. It was a rumor spread by my sister as payback for something I did earlier. I appreciate the invite, but I'm going to have to decline. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

Annalise left before the girls could protest, keeping her head down in case any other school students noticed her and interrogated her about the false situation. One thing was certain, though: Jackie was dead meat for this.

Annalise pulled out her phone and shot her sister an angry text with more than a few expletives. Leave it to her sister to not only ruin the only friendship she had but mortally embarrass her before school started. What had Jackie been thinking?!

Annalise slid into the driver's seat, setting her phone in the cup holder. Trying to bite back tears of anger and mortification, she backed out of the parking spot and started to head home. Tears tried to blur her vision, but she furiously blinked them away. Annalise white-knuckled the steering wheel, desperately wishing to get home as quickly as possible. The light changed to a green arrow, and after checking both ways, Annalise started moving forward. Then, and only then, did she notice the tow truck coming at her from her peripheral with no apparent intent to stop. Time slowed, and realizing she couldn't avoid being hit, Annalise braked and braced for impact.

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lex-play · 10 months

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Light My Soul on Fire pt 7

~*~

Izuku was still on cloud nine days later. That was hands down, the best first date he’d ever gone on. He needed to make sure their next date was just as good. Izuku had dried the flowers and was in the process of pressing them flat, but he hadn’t decided what to do with them afterwards. He just wanted something to remember their first date.

Katsuki was amazing. At first glance he was brash and aggressive, but that was clearly just on the surface. The Katsuki that Izuku was getting to know was generous, funny and quietly kind. Best of all, he’d seemed interested in getting to know Izuku, which shouldn’t be surprising and yet…

Most guys he’d gone on dates with had just been interested in the omega. They wanted slick and submission, not Izuku. Part of him wondered if Katsuki was different because he was an enigma; whether because of his nature or because of how enigmas were treated.

Ultimately it didn’t really matter what made Katsuki different, he just was, and Izuku was glad for it.

“I’ll be back, Izuku,” Shouto said, startling Izuku out of his daydreaming. He turned on the couch to look at his roommate, who already had his keys in hand.

“Where are you going Shou?”

“Fuyumi’s. Father hired someone to give me cooking lessons.”

Izuku sat up straighter. “Oh! Is this your first lesson?”

Shouto nodded and slipped his shoes on.

“You’ll have to let me know how it goes.”

“Sure,” Shouto said with a tiny smile. “Will you be home later?”

“As far as I know, yeah.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”

As soon as the door closed, Izuku whipped his phone out.

>>omg my roommate is taking cooking lessons 😳

<< that’s good right?

>>it’s surprising!

>>& hopefully it’ll go well, yeah

>>it’s mostly surprising that his dad paid for the lessons and he’s still going

<<Haaah?? Why’s that more surprising? Why’s it surprising that your kitchen disaster roomie is taking lessons anyway?

Izuku giggled, almost able to hear Katsuki’s gruff voice with the question.

>>Shouto has a

>>let’s say a weird family dynamic

>>he won’t take anything his dad buys or do anything he pays for

>>and hes been adamant about learning on his own

<<That’s a shit way to learn.

>>right?!?!?!

Izuku bit his lip and twirled his thumbs as he contemplated how to best go about asking what he wanted to know.

He typed slowly, thinking hard about every word, and when he finished, he reread the message twice before sending it.

>>so, I have an idea for our next date

>>when are you free?

The reply took longer than the others had, and Izuku started to worry he’d been too bold. To distract himself, Izuku got up and started cleaning. He’d managed to clean the entire kitchen and vacuum the living room before his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He was grateful he was alone and nobody saw the way he literally dropped the vacuum cord to check his texts.

<<I have Tuesday and Wednesday off. If that doesn’t work let me know when is better. I’ll make time for you.

Izuku squeaked in flustered delight and covered his burning face with his hands. He did a little dance on his toes before shaking his hands and bending to pick up the vacuum cord.

~*~

Katsuki was glad Izuku wanted to see him again so soon, and he couldn’t get the smile off of his face. He did hope that his scheduled days off would work, because if he used his PTO he was pretty sure his coworkers would actually faint. He could hear the idiots talking on the other side of the kitchen and did his best to ignore them.

“He’s doing it again,” Eijirou muttered.

“I know, I see him,” Yo replied.

“Fam, that’s actually terrifying,” Camie said.

“Do you think he was swapped with a pod person?” Yo asked.

“Maybe a changeling,” Eijirou suggested.

Katsuki had thought right when he’d thought he’d scare the shit out of them the next time he worked. He never smiled this much, but the little omega he’d taken out was just so goddamn cute. Even the morons he had to deal with on a daily basis couldn’t take him out of his happy place.

They were all in the kitchen now as Katsuki piled fruit and ice into the blender.

“Poke him with something made of iron,” Camie said. “If it burns, we’ll know he got swapped.”

“Poke me at all and you die,” Katsuki said absently as his phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see that Izuku had responded to his (admittedly sappy) text with a ton of flustered emojis. He smiled and heard Eijirou whine.

<<I think Wed is good

<<Want me to meet you at the firestation?

Yeah, absolutely fucking not. The excited, well meaning idiots would bombard the poor nerd with questions and probably freak him out.

>>Nah, I’ll come to you. What time?

<<I’ll let you know.

Katuski put his phone away and poured his smoothie into a protein shaker bottle. As he turned to leave the kitchen, Eijirou blocked his way, shoulders almost hitched up to his ears, wringing his hands.

“I know you’re ignoring us on purpose but you’re good, right?”

Katsuki sighed, unwilling affection for his merry band of morons swelling in his chest.

“Yeah, Shitty Hair, I’m good. Something’s just going really fucking well and I don’t wanna jinx it by talking about it too early.”

Eijirou’s shoulders relax a bit and he steps aside with a nod.

“Do you think he’s getting laid?” Yo asked loudly, sounding scandalized.

Eijirou and Camie both hushed him and Katsuki couldn’t help but snort as he pulled his phone out again.

>>What should I wear?

<<It’s business casual

<<so slacks and a button up?

Katsuki almost choked on his smoothie. Where was the nerd taking him?He hadn’t worn slacks in years.

Did he even still have a pair that fit?

He really hoped he wouldn’t have to call the damn hag to get fitted for new slacks.

#bkdk fic #mha fanfic writer #omegaverse #bkdk #bkdk fanfic #omega midoriya izuku #enigma bakugou katsuki #quirkless au #bkdkfanfic #eventual nsft

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lily-orchard · 2 years

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I am sincerely curious about what would make you more comfortable at pride. As an autistic (noise) and asexual (aphobia) person I’ve never been to a lot of events either and I’m curious about another person whose made the same decision.

Okay, I went to Pride twice. In 2013 before I was out as trans, and in 2016 after.

Halifax Pride is a strange beast. Despite Halifax being generally one of the most inclusive cities to live in, Halifax Pride is fixated predominately on gay men and drag queens. In Halifax, pride events come in two major flavours: Drag shows, and events run by indigenous people.

So in 2013 I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing, so throughout the month I was checking out everything that wasn't explicitly listed as for one particular group that I didn't belong to. The end result was every event was a lot of people packed in a small place shouting at the top of their lungs. And for someone who is misophonic and claustrophobic, that was a very unpleasant experience.

A lot of the events were also aggressively kink-focused, which is not something they tell you in advance. Halifax Pride only recently started tagging these things on their calendar with "19+" but in 2013 it was a minefield.

Now I'm someone who is pretty kinky, but at the same time my sex drive is a fucking light switch. It's either on and I'm down, or it's off and I want anything even remotely sexual to stay far the hell away from me. Don't ask me why I'm like this, I have no idea and have no desire to find out. The point is I need to know in advance what events are going to be sexual, and Halifax Pride was very bad at this until they were given a stern talking to by the Premiere a few years ago.

Nowawadays you can easily navigate this by just not going to any event tagged "19+" or "Drag." Which is about 85% of the events they hold.

DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM NOW?!

2016 was better because this was after I started reconnecting with my indigenous heritage and so went to the indigenous events, which were far more welcoming, far less "high octane" and weren't glorified block parties. I went to a lot of those events that year after the first one went so well. But it kinda taught me a harsh lesson that if you're someone who is uncomfortable with Halifax Pride's status quo, you kinda just get to eat shit.

And there are a lot of cities with this problem, but we can't talk about it because a bunch of fucking losers try to turn it into their own War on Christmas every single goddamn time when we're trying to say "Hey, maybe 85% of your focus being on one part of the LGBT community and also Drag Queens isn't a good idea" and they take that way too fucking personally.

When you look at how Pride events are actually structured, we're not actually asking for much. Kinda like how people who normalize "Happy Holidays" aren't asking for much.

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belphegor1982 · 1 year

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So someone had to grab the writer by the scruff of the neck and make his chapter longer than the entire fic so far. Dammit, Johnny. (I mean who’s complaining, right?)

Jigsaw Pieces

Chozen, uneasy

Daniel, adrift

Amanda, sleepless

Sam, shaken

Johnny, fixing things

Daniel, not alone

Johnny is used to fucking stuff up almost as many times as he keeps trying to fix it. He isn’t used to having things this good and keeping them that way. Or maybe he just lost the habit, because what wasn’t shitty when he was a kid was admittedly pretty great.

But right now, Robby and Miguel have put all their bullshit behind them and reached something that might just be friendship one day, they actually had Olive Garden takeout dinner together with Carmen last night, the four of them, and this morning Johnny’s at the Home Depot with his son shopping for a new latch mechanism for his busted doorknob. Like an actual dad.

So maybe he’s just happy about it. Sue him.

“Okay,” he says, “so – remember the number that was on the latch?”

“Sure,” says Robby, taking out his phone. He took a picture of that latch before they left, when Johnny removed the doorknob to check the stamp, instead of just writing the number on a scrap of paper. His kid is a geek sometimes – or a nerd, a dork, or whatever – and that’s one of the million little details that make Johnny really happy because he’s finally getting to know things like that about his son.

“It’s, uh, 2-3/4.”

“That means the backset is two and three-quarter inches. So we’re gonna need one of those suckers there. Let me see the picture again –”

If he’s honest, he kinda sucked as a handyman, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know things. He did most of the work of turning an empty space into a badass karate dojo, after all, and even jumped through all the hoops to make it “up to code”. He can show his son how to change a doorknob. That’s a thing a dad does, right?

“Hey, cool, this one has two keys already, you can have your own right now. So if you want to change a lock, lesson one. The first thing you wanna do is check your screws. There’s always the risk of old paint ‘cause an old tenant thought the door needed a new coat, or a screw loose because some genius decided to kick your door open for no reason at all –”

Robby shoots him a look that clearly says You are such a doofus, but there’s fondness in there too and that is new. Come to think of it, it’s a little like the look Miguel gets sometimes in response to something Johnny just said when he doesn’t just fully go Sensei, what the hell. It took Johnny a couple of years to identify that look as I love you but I really don’t get how your mind works sometimes and he’s still not sure just how offended he’s supposed to be.

“I know how to change a lock, you know,” says Robby with that small smirk of his that Johnny knows he got from him.

Johnny squints at him.

“’That have anything to do with the two chucklefucks you used to hang out with?”

“Yeah.” Robby shrugs and looks down at his shoes for a second. “I mean, I learned on my own, but it came in handy then.”

Johnny nods and doesn’t press the issue, which Robby appears relieved about. But hey, if Robby can let go of the past and accept that his father wants a shot at being an actual dad, Johnny can not be an asshole and let that kind of sleeping dog lie, as well.

They’re both saved from having to break the moment by his phone blaring the chorus of ‘Run to the Hills’ from his pants pocket. The name on the screen is daniel larusso, so Johnny picks up and grins.

“Hey man, I was gonna call you later. Guess what: I went with your idea, and turns out a little Johnny Classic was just what the kids needed to get over their shit. They whaled on each other for a bit and got it out of their system like a couple of champs—”

“Sensei?”

Oh – wrong LaRusso.

“You can call me ‘Johnny’, LaRusso, I’m not your sensei anymore,” he says. Robby glances at him, eyebrows raised. Right – there’s probably still some bad blood between him and Sam. Maybe they could fight it out at some point, too, clear the air? “What are you doing with your old man’s phone?”

“I didn’t have your new number.”

And asking your ex for it would’ve been awkward, Johnny muses. He picked up Miguel in pieces the other day after the break-up. The kid got real quiet after a while, but not angry. “She said she wasn’t okay, Sensei, what else was I supposed to do? We’re just… gonna be friends now.”

Jesus. These kids are handling their relationship drama better than Johnny did when he was twice their age.

…Wait. Isn’t Sam supposed to be several states away right now?

“Hang on, yesterday your dad told me you were in Ohio with your mom. What’d he do, hop on a plane and play an apology song on a boombox?”

That was all the rage for a while in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s after that movie: fuck up with your girl, show up on her doorstep with a boombox to say sorry, and annoy the hell out of the neighbours like that’d make it all better. But now it’s like, nostalgic or something, and it sounds exactly like something LaRusso might do. Dork. (Johnny really hopes it worked.)

A corner of Robby’s mouth twitches. Johnny wonders if he even knows what a boombox is – most of the kids these days don’t seem to.

“No, we came back home last night,” says Sam LaRusso’s voice at the other end of the line. “I mean, this morning. There was…”

She trails off. Johnny frowns. The hardware store is way too noisy for a proper phone conversation, but he’s starting to pick up on a vibe. A weird one.

“Hey, LaRusso, you okay?”

“No,” she says again, and shit, there’s a break in her voice like she’s trying not to cry. “Dad got hurt.”

Johnny’s stomach drops.

“What? What happened?”

Whether because of the look on his face or the tone of his voice – or both – Robby’s eyes snap back to him and he goes sharp and tense.

“Cobra Kai,” she snaps, her voice trembling a little. “Well, Terry Silver, anyway. He… he beat him. Pretty bad.”

Shit.

Johnny learned the hard way that Terry Silver is not just some old fart with a fancy car and a stupid ponytail. The kick that man landed in his ear made his head ring for days, and he won’t forget the rest of the beating he took that night at the old dojo in a hurry. In his fifty-two years of life, Johnny Lawrence has never been defeated so viciously. The only other person who came close to kicking his ass like that was Miyagi, on Halloween 1984, and Johnny was a kid, so that doesn’t count.

The sad part is, Johnny is pretty sure Silver would’ve done a lot more damage if Kreese hadn’t stopped him.

Kreese is in jail. Not that the son of a bitch would step in for anyone who wasn’t Johnny, anyway, in between two attempts at choking him to death. But LaRusso was alone – how far did Silver go without a safeguard?

“I’m coming over,” says Johnny without even thinking. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Twenty, Dad,” Robby corrects him, “and that’s if the traffic is fluid on Balboa.”

“Yeah, twenty. Listen, Sam –”

He wants to say Don’t worry, even beat up halfway into the ground your dad will claw his way back up, and I should know, because I almost did beat him halfway into the ground when we were kids and he still got back up eventually – he’s a stubborn little shit, he’ll be okay. But then he thinks about the LaRusso who showed up at his apartment yesterday, unkempt, desperate and disheartened. It would have barely taken a breeze to knock that guy down.

Goddammit. Silver really chose his moment to strike, huh.

Robby is looking at him oddly, and there’s silence on both ends of the line, until Sam’s voice comes back.

“Yes?”

“Nothin’,” says Johnny, who still hasn’t figured out what to say. “I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up, pockets his phone, and his gaze falls on Robby.

Wait. He can’t leave his son like that. He’s done leaving his son like that. Robby deserves better.

But no amount of relationship drama could compare to the epic levels of awkward that would ensue if Robby Keene just showed up on the LaRussos’ doorstep, especially after all the Cobra Kai crap he pulled in the last six months.

Johnny runs his hand over his face and into his hair.

“Shit.”

“What happened?” asks Robby, both voice and eyes sharp.

“Silver beat up LaRusso. ‘Pretty bad’, according to Sam.”

Robby’s face does something very quick and very complicated. There’s a lot of conflicting emotions there, but what Johnny doesn’t miss is that shock isn’t among them.

(His son spent months in a dojo co-run by John fucking Kreese and a nutjob who delights in screwing with people’s heads and beating them up. Just as well Johnny still has room for more in his bag of nightmares. In hindsight, LaRusso’s obsession with keeping Cobra Kai away from all the kids in the Valley isn’t so stupid.)

“You should go,” says Robby finally. “I can take care of the doorknob on my own.”

Johnny narrows his eyes at him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I told you, I know how to change a lock.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, Dad.” Robby gives his little half-smile, and this time the Lawrence smirk is absent. That guarded sweetness is all him. “I’m glad you and Mr. LaRusso are getting along now. I told you the two of you could actually be friends, remember?”

“You said we could learn a thing or two from each other,” Johnny points out. “There’ s a difference.”

“Am I wrong, though?”

Johnny stares at him for a couple of seconds. Then he smiles and awkwardly pulls an arm across his shoulders for a half-hug, relieved that Robby doesn’t even try to squirm out of it.

“No, you’re not wrong. Okay, got enough cash?”

“Yeah, but I don’t need cash if I take an Uber. The new doorknob’s on you, though. The escape room thing was your idea.”

From the way the smirk is creeping back into his smile, he’s calling his dad a doofus again. That’s fair. The escape room thing was a bust. But that’s okay, because Johnny kinda loves finding out Robby can call him a doofus and still want him as a dad.

The best part about trying hard to fix a relationship is finding out the other person is actually trying as well, just as hard.

Johnny pays for the doorknob. He stays with Robby until the Uber pulls away with his kid in it. And then he fires up the Grand Caravan and probably breaks some kind of record and a couple of traffic laws getting to Encino.

Funny how life works. The first time he went to that house – on a stolen bike, because his car was a still smoking wreck thanks to LaRusso’s dumb cousin’s biker friends – he wanted nothing more than to kick LaRusso’s ass. And now? He’s also racing up that road at breakneck speed, and then he’s also standing in the driveway with clenched fists, itching for a fight – just like that first time – but everything else is radically different. He takes a deep breath before knocking, for one.

It’s Sam who opens the door, with Amanda standing inside and a Japanese man he’s never seen before, who must be the ‘Chozen’ guy Daniel mentioned when they were catching up yesterday. They would look oddly formal if not for Amanda’s expression – the kind that always makes Johnny want to punch the mirror when he meets his own eyes.

And that’s as much a kick in the guts as the way Sam’s voice broke a little over the phone, because this expression doesn’t belong on Amanda’s face at all.

Johnny mostly ignores the dude for now – although he does note that the guilt and worry on his face reflects Amanda’s – and speaks quietly, like the words have to force their way out.

“How bad is it?”

“Could be worse,” Amanda says, no louder, her voice slightly unsteady. “But, um… could be a lot better.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“I don’t know if he’s up for a lot of talking, but you can try.”

LaRusso, not talking? Things really must be bad, snarks a voice at the back of Johnny’s brain with more fondness than bite. Force of habit. There’ll always be at least a little bit of friction between them, and that’s fine. LaRusso doesn’t seem to mind, either, at least not anymore; Johnny ribbing him just gets a snort and a shake of his head when he doesn’t counter right back with a grin. That’s kind of a miracle, considering where they started from.

“I’ll take my chances,” Johnny says, even though it’s not exactly what he means. Looks like Amanda gets it, though, because she lays a hand on his arm for a second with a tight smile before walking away.

For some reason he hesitates a second in front of the bedroom door. Maybe what LaRusso needs is to lick his wounds in peace, not for his old enemy to see him at his lowest.

But then LaRusso has seen Johnny at his lowest a few times, too, and even though Johnny was tempted to tell him to go to hell – might have done a couple of times, he can’t remember right now – having him around wasn’t the worst he could endure.

So Johnny knocks once and enters without waiting for an invitation.

LaRusso looked like shit yesterday, unshaven and pinched with shadows under his eyes, but he still looked better than he does now. Even in the relative darkness of the room behind the drawn curtains – which Johnny recognises from experience as the first line of defence against a really bad headache – he can see the bruising on the side of LaRusso’s face, creeping down over his cheekbone and slithering around his eye. It might bring back an old memory of glaring at him and Miyagi from across the old Cobra Kai dojo the day after that fated Halloween night, if not for one very important detail: the eyes that were big and nervous but razor-sharp then are now bleary and unfocused.

“…ny?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” says Johnny in response to whatever that sound was that makes his own throat tight in sympathy. What the hell happened to him? “Can I, uh, come in for a minute?”

LaRusso squints at him, eyes almost screwed shut. Then he waves him in with his left hand.

Johnny closes the door, knowing all too well how much a single ray of light can hurt when your face looks like that. He plunks himself in the armchair near the head of the bed and looks – actually looks – at LaRusso.

There’s something wrong with his right shoulder, and even in the dark his eyes are reduced to slits, with lines of pain adding to the crow’s feet in the corners. The bruising on the side of his face admittedly is pretty spectacular, and there’s some more across his throat that Johnny is just noticing now, but from up close that’s not what stirs up something sour in his stomach. Even when he was a teenager who kept getting his ass kicked – and the teen version of LaRusso always seems tiny in Johnny’s memory, gangly even for a skinny kid, all big eyes and crooked grin and long noodle limbs – LaRusso has never looked fragile. Cracked, sure, but never actually broken. Johnny didn’t know that was even possible.

Something happened – not just a beating. The bruises go deeper than that. And if someone knows just how far down bruises can go even after they fade – starting with a foot to the face and especially an arm around his neck in a parking lot – it’s Johnny.

“So. What’s the damage?” he asks in a low voice.

LaRusso gives a slight one-shoulder shrug, his eyes still half closed. Johnny leans forward, elbows on his knees. LaRusso has to understand that this is important, that Johnny is not messing with him.

He has no idea how to fix this, but he’s gotta start somewhere.

“Hey, I’m asking ‘cause I don’t know. Your kid called me and said Silver beat you up. She sounded upset, I got worried – for all I knew he’d cracked your head open or something. What’d he do to your throat?”

“Foot,” croaks LaRusso, a hand on his upper chest then on his throat, just below the chin.

Ice grips Johnny’s stomach and creeps up into his ribcage. The sensation turns into fire as it reaches the tips of his fingers, making him ball up his fists.

From the pattern of bruises, this means that steaming pile of shit put his foot on LaRusso’s throat while he was down and let gravity and his own weight do the work. No mercy indeed. If LaRusso is here and not in a hospital it means he’ll be okay once he recovers, but that’s a fucked up thing to do, especially to an opponent who isn’t a threat. Johnny’s done a bit of research since last December on the consequences of chokes and strangles just in case Kreese decided to pull that crap on him again. Silver could’ve severely damaged LaRusso’s windpipe that way.

“Son of a bitch,” Johnny says, softly but completely earnest.

LaRusso does that thing where he nods and raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t look up. He won’t quite meet Johnny’s eyes. Johnny doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s starting to freak him a little.

“Don’t worry, though. No way we’re letting him get away with this. What’s Stingray’s address? I know he wouldn’t talk to you but he’ll sure as hell talk to me—”

LaRusso’s hand shoots out, catches him by the sleeve of his hoodie in a tight grip – his right hand, which makes his breath hitch as he goes paler for a second.

“Don’t,” he rasps out, his voice low-pitched and raw and breaking like a teenager’s. “Don’t, it’s not… You were right. I’m out. It’s not worth it.”

Johnny frowns. “What do you mean, ‘it’s not worth it’? Guy’s just beat you to a pulp, and what – you’re just gonna take it lying down?”

LaRusso shakes his head gingerly.

“Gonna l—leave well enough alone. For once.”

Johnny’s eyes go round. That’s – no. That’s just wrong.

“You – what? You’ve never left ‘well enough alone’ once in your life, LaRusso, even when you should have! And now all it takes is one beating to make you give up? I did worse to you back in the day and you still got all up in my face!”

Alarmingly, LaRusso doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead he tightens his grip on Johnny’s sleeve and takes a few uneven breaths.

“The kids. Said he’ll go after the k—kids.” He swallows and immediately gives a full-body wince, eyes screwed shut for a second. “That it’ll be easy for him to – to rope ‘em into Cobra Kai.”

“That’s bullshit,” says Johnny firmly, even as his heart breaks a little in his chest at that. Kreese – and probably Silver, too – did snare Robby into Cobra Kai easily. But that was because Robby, more naive than he wanted to be even after basically all the adults in his life had let him down one way or another, just went to the one guy who hadn’t disappointed him so far.

Sam LaRusso took the whole Cobra Kai is evil thing to heart long before Johnny realised the harm the Strike first, strike hard, no mercy motto was doing to his students. She also has a wholly different relationship with her dad; the way things stood between them then, Johnny knows Robby wouldn’t have been as worried about his father getting beat up to hell as Sam was when she called him earlier.

Sam is safe from whatever crap Silver might try putting into her head. And whatever the hell her brother is doing, as far as Johnny knows he’s never shown any interest in karate, so there’s that. Little gremlin’s probably better off geeking out on video games and snarking at people.

At least Johnny’s tone makes LaRusso look up and meet his eyes fully. That should be a win. It’s not. The expression in them is sending goosebumps all across Johnny’s shoulders.

“You don’t know him,” LaRusso insists in that awful raspy voice. “That’s what he d—does, he… I knew he… He gets into your head, okay? Makes you invite him in, and then… th—then if you don’t step back you d—don’t recognise yourself anymore—”

Sometimes Johnny wishes he hadn’t been stupid about losing Miguel to Miyagi-Do somehow when Silver and Kreese crashed their lesson six months ago and freaked the hell out of LaRusso, to disastrous results. Maybe then he would’ve listened to what LaRusso was not saying when he told him about the ‘85 All Valley over drinks later.

“LaRusso,” Johnny interrupts him – and then, because LaRusso looks all set to continue despite how his voice sounds, “Daniel, stop. Silver’s not getting to the kids. I won’t let him, okay? Made that mistake before, and look where that ended. Besides,” he adds, “our kids know better. Not just Sam and Robby and Miguel, I mean all our kids. Even the ones who never set foot in Cobra Kai. They know how it works, they’re not gonna fall for that – and Hawk, Bert, Nate, the others? They’re not gonna fall for that shit twice. Especially after they hear about what Silver just did to you.”

Daniel’s hand relaxes and falls. His eyes lit up with fear earlier, and now they look dull again, and Johnny doesn’t know which is worse. It’s not even anger or shame at having had his ass handed to him – which, well, is not a feeling Johnny is entirely unfamiliar with – it’s just… like he’s not fully there.

Johnny tries to catch his gaze, grab it and not let go. It’s way harder than it should be.

“I mean, if you think you’re the only one who got the shit kicked out of him by that guy, you’re wrong. He got the drop on me too one time, you’re not that special.”

That does the trick. Daniel’s eyes widen, scan him in alarm as though searching for bruises.

“You – what…? When?”

“Remember prom night? Shannon came to see me when I got home after I dropped Miguel off, said Silver had given Robby his fucking car for the evening to take his date to prom, no strings attached, just because he wanted to ‘make sure Robby was taken care of’. Even offered her a job and a new place, because why not.”

Johnny saw red then, and he still doesn’t regret for one second his knee-jerk impulse to go beat the shit out of the ponytail creep to teach him a lesson – only that Silver sucker kicked him. He can’t help feeling a little vindicated when the same red-hot anger flickers across Daniel’s face for a second.

“Except Shan can smell a rat a mile away and she’s stone cold sober now, so he only freaked her out. So she comes to tell me right away, says You need to handle this, and yeah, I do – I’ve failed Robby in all the ways a dad can fail his kid, but I’m still his father. He wants nothing to do with me, that’s fine, but that shady fucker does not get to ‘take care’ of my son and my ex like that. So I break into the Cobra Kai dojo – don’t look like that, it was mine in the first place, that’s not really illegal – and Silver calls on the landline like some movie villain, says to meet him at the corner of Magnolia and Lankershim. Apparently he wanted a trip down memory lane or something.”

“That’s—” Daniel mouths, squinting up at him suspiciously, and Johnny nods.

“Where the old dojo used to be, yeah. It’s just an empty space now. Anyway, I go there, and first thing I know, I get a roundhouse kick in the head. Coward bushwhacked me. I couldn’t even strike first, he struck before I could even see him. I mean, I still got a few good licks in, but that guy can kick, man.”

There’s a wry downturn to the corner of Daniel’s mouth – like Yeah, he does that – but no smug look, no silent I told you so, even though honestly Johnny might have let him have this one. It’s not like he wasn’t warned. He can still see Daniel in that bar, hands flitting around his whiskey glass to stress his point, brown eyes wide and earnest, saying I’m tellin’ you, Silver knows how to fight and You cannot ‘strike first’ with this guy, trust me.

And then he’d wanted to take over the kids’ training and scrap all the Eagle Fang offence, and Johnny had gone Screw that, you just think you’re better than me but you’re not, and from there the chain reaction ended up blowing everything to pieces.

God, they’d been so stupid.

“So, yeah. Oh, you wanna know the kicker, though? He just wanted to impress Kreese. Here’s a Johnny Lawrence all beat up, happy fucking birthday, I guess. He figured that if Miguel saw me beaten to a pulp, he’d be too upset to win the tournament.” Johnny shakes his head. “That would’ve been useless anyway. I screwed up with the kid all on my own – didn’t need to get kicked in the head for that. Just to make it all about me and put too much pressure on his shoulders, especially just before that last match. Some sensei,” he can’t help but mutter. “The only difference with Kreese is that at least this time I made it clear to the kids that No mercy was out of the question.”

Sympathy softens Daniel’s whole face in two seconds flat.

“Johnny,” he says gently, or at least that’s Johnny’s best guess.

Johnny waves it off because first off no, he doesn’t want to go there, and in any case Daniel’s voice box is in bad enough shape and he doesn’t need to make it worse.

“Anyway – Kreese wasn’t too happy about that, for some reason. We agreed to settle this at the tournament, he said, and I thought you knew better than to question me, like he was Silver’s boss or something. I was too out of it to catch the rest, but I think Silver didn’t like that at all. So maybe that’s why he paid Stingray to lie and say Kreese beat him up – because he was tired of playing second fiddle to Kreese.”

He suspects there’s a lot more to these two’s relationship than that, but to be honest, he doesn’t really care. The threat of Kreese has dropped significantly since he got sent to jail and good fucking riddance. Unless the two of them are still working together somehow – which Johnny seriously doubts, considering Silver apparently framed his old partner like some psycho in a gangster movie – now they can focus on taking down Terry Silver and Cobra Kai without John Kreese in the picture.

This shouldn’t be such a relief to Johnny, but it is. The fact that he doesn’t have to worry about his old mentor getting under his skin like he’s so easily done in the past does give him a clearer head and a sharper focus. His beef with Silver, beyond an ass-kicking, isn’t personal – that one defeat is nothing to the ongoing struggle to claw out every single remnant of John Kreese from his mind and that of everyone he’s ever touched. The urge to scrub the world clean of Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, to scrape out every trace of paint of the motto on that wall, to erase every imprint he’s made like he never existed. After that, well, maybe Johnny will be left with a hole in his soul but at least what used to fill it won’t hurt anyone anymore—

Johnny blinks.

…Shit. This is pretty much what Silver is to Daniel, isn’t it.

That’s why he was so hell-bent on stopping Johnny from resurrecting Cobra Kai in the first place.

Johnny tucks the realisation into a corner of his mind for the moment, because Daniel’s eyes shutter closed at the mention of Stingray as abruptly as someone pulling curtains over a window. He’s checking out again.

“Hey,” says Johnny, laying a hand on his forearm, “stop that. Okay, I’m not gonna go ask Stingray, but we gotta do something. I said Cobra Kai had to go, last December, and I meant it.” He gives Daniel’s arm a squeeze and lets go to lean back in his seat a bit. “Things just got… It was a lot after the tournament, you know? Robby left Cobra Kai, Miguel disappeared to Mexico, and then when we got back there was…”

He stops himself just in time, thinks it over for a second. He can’t tell Daniel about the baby yet – it’s too new, too fragile, too uncertain, and anyway Carmen prefers to wait until the next sonogram to tell anyone, just to be safe. I’m dealing with some family stuff, he said to Daniel yesterday; what he meant was I’m trying to get my son and the kid who’s pretty much mine as well to get along without trying to kill each other. A few weeks ago he would’ve meant I’m in way over my head because I’ve got another kid on the way and I have no idea how to not screw that up and figure out how to be an actual family.

But family isn’t necessarily about blood, and it can be so much more complicated than just passing down genes. Look at Miguel and Robby.

Unexpectedly, Johnny finds himself grinning.

“That reminds me – you know the ‘family stuff’ I talked about yesterday? I actually took your advice and you know what? It worked like a charm.”

Daniel’s eyes liven up again – from suspicion, but still, it’s a far cry from the earlier dull, unfocused look that’s so alien to him it spooked Johnny just a little.

“Remember you said that maybe, if we’d gotten the chance to really fight it out when we were kids, we might’ve gotten our shit together a lot sooner? You were right, man. I got Robby and Miguel to go all out on each other – no tournament rules, just beat each other up until they had enough. And after a while they just… stopped and talked. And now they’re okay.”

If Daniel had been his usual self, Johnny would have really enjoyed the various shades of What the hell that flit across his face at this. Confusion turns into alarm, then dismay, which fades into wariness. But the squint that follows is still a bit too narrow-eyed to not be chalked up to the headache, and that just spoils things.

“Are they?” Daniel ends up asking, obviously having put a lot of thought into these two words since long sentences are out for now.

“Yeah.” Johnny smiles, completely sincere this time. “They’re good kids, you know – they just had a lot of pent-up shit. Turns out they just needed the chance to clear the air and just talk. They only needed to… I don’t know. Tire themselves out first or something.”

Or scare themselves straight first. Johnny will never forget being rooted to the spot like an idiot as the fight escalated and the boys ended up on that balcony, torn between a growing fear and the voice in his head that repeated trust them trust them trust them like a broken record. He’d been right, in the end, but those terrifying few seconds just before Miguel and Robby came to their senses is something that he’ll never share with Daniel, or anyone else for that matter.

The look on Daniel’s face softens into an actual smile with a touch of the open fondness Johnny never quite knows what to do with when it’s directed at him.

“Told you you’d work it out,” he says in that too-hoarse voice that raises the hairs on Johnny’s arms, if only because he knows all too well what it feels like to sound like that.

But also it just might be the nicest I told you so he’s ever gotten, especially from Daniel LaRusso, so he shakes his head, amused and just a little touched.

Then he sobers up.

“I get it now, you know. Why you were so obsessed with taking down Cobra Kai even when it was just me and one nerd in a crappy lot in Reseda. You were afraid of what it’d do to kids if it took off. And… I guess you were right about that, too, look at how Hawk’s and Miguel’s first tournament went.”

Strike first, strike hard – Johnny thought he could twist that into something positive. And maybe he had, at least up to a point. But now he has enough hindsight to recognise there was no redeeming No mercy. That part was just fucked up.

“Don’t worry, though, I’ll be keeping an eye on the kids. Silver is not getting to them – not mine, and not yours. Not just Sam and the other one,” he adds, just to make himself really clear, “I mean all the kids.”

Something like fond annoyance flashes on Daniel’s face. For a second it makes him look almost normal.

“Anthony.”

“Whatever. I’ll make sure Silver stays the hell away from that little punk too.”

Daniel makes to shake his head, then freezes and screws his eyes shut again for a few seconds, breathing slowly. Johnny can sympathise. Concussions are no joke after all; between this and the throat thing, Daniel’s out of commission for the next couple of days at least.

But that’s not what worries Johnny the most.

“I’m gonna go. Rest up, okay? Then we’ll take Silver down. Give Kreese his bridge partner back, he’ll like that.”

This time Daniel doesn’t grab Johnny’s arm. He just stares at him, eyes still slightly unfocused, looking grimmer than Johnny’s seen him in a long time.

“Promise you won’t go after him.”

Johnny’s hackles rise. An old reflex.

“I can take him,” he snaps. “I just wasn’t ready last time. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away with – with everything.”

“Promise,” Daniel insists in that raspy voice that hurts to hear.

While the reason behind that adds fuel to the fire of Johnny’s anger, it doesn’t turn into a blinding rage like it does sometimes. It’s deeper instead, slower, colder.

“All right, I promise,” says Johnny, mentally adding for now. It feels like one hell of a concession already.

That son of a bitch is going down, and sooner rather than later.

Daniel looks relieved, which makes Johnny irrationally angry. That’s not exactly a new feeling; their talent for getting under each other’s skin has only improved in the years they haven’t seen each other. Learning how to fit their own jagged edges against one another’s took hard work and many, many false starts. But being angry on Daniel’s behalf, now, that is new. The urge to punch someone’s teeth in feels the same, but also it doesn’t. Johnny has a feeling there’d be more weight behind his punch, and it has a lot to do with the unsettling impression of just plain wrong that follows him out of the bedroom.

Because Daniel LaRusso is a lot of things – he’s annoying, he’s compassionate, he’s self-righteous, he’s too damn smart for his own good, and no amount of cultivated car salesman smoothness or time spent in Encino country clubs can truly hide the mouthy Jersey twerp Johnny remembers – but what he is not is weak.

Whatever Silver did – whatever Silver said – it broke his spirit, and that is what is making Johnny’s fists itch to crash into that too-wide smile.

He has to clench and flex them a few times (a technique he learned from Miguel) and take a deep, controlled breath (a technique he learned from Daniel) before he steps back into the living room, where Amanda, Sam and the new guy are all sitting together, like a war council.

Johnny Lawrence is good at breaking things. But it turns out he also knows a thing or two about fixing them.

“So,” he asks in a low voice when all three pairs of eyes snap up to him, “what do we do?”

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The phone call to Mingyu is a tough one, the lead up spent pacing your room far too late at night. You even wrote out points of contention like some public relations specialist. Your grandmother would be proud.

The notes sit on your desk, ripped from a notebook. Mingyu picks up after the third ring and your stomach drops so quickly you have to take a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Hey.” He says slow and guarded.

Damn. You don’t get that reception often and it hurts, like an icicle stab right between your ribs.

“Uh hi. Thanks for picking up.” You say quickly, your words running over each other and colliding in your mouth.

“Sure.”

He knows why you’re calling. Duh. And knowingly lets you pull your shit together and apologise.

“‘Gyu, I’m sorry for getting your family mixed up in this so badly. You know I never meant to. I - It’s gotten all so complicated. And the stakes are so high. I should have been more careful and considerate of others despite my own insecurities. And I will be. Anything I can do to remedy this and I will. I’ll be having the same chat with Jihoon about this as well. You will not be in any royal shitshow any longer - no one. Again, I’m sorry.” You exhale heavily, empty and deflated - you’ve said your piece now, the ball’s in Mingyu’s court now.

There’s a brief, dry chuckle. “Wow. Who are you and what have you done with y/n, my walking meltdown? Those princess lessons really have done something. Of course I forgive you. Thank you for apologising.”

You smile and perk up. “Really? Like actually? Grandma is putting out a press statement tomorrow morning to dispel all of this as well. The Queen’s word is final, after all. I just…”

You hesitate to divulge your grand plan. Would it be worth it to say anything? Your hasty pipe dream? Fuck it, this is Mingyu we’re talking about! Best friend and level head number one (of two) You stand up and scrunch your notes up, shooting and missing the bin.

“What is it?” Mingyu says gently, cutting through your thoughts.

He eases the truth from you as if coaxing a kitten out from under the bed. Seeing as you’ve grown up together, it shouldn’t be hard.

“I’m going to try and find a way to get out of this. The whole being a princess thing. Too much has happened for this to be worth it or continue. The Queen cannot be trusted with you guys - my friends. My life.” You chew on your lip. “I just have to do it lawfully. Without, y’know, destroying a whole country.”

You laugh thinly, a thread of hysteria weaved in it. Mingyu goes quiet for a long while after a mild hum of acknowledgement. You flop back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and the harsh light. You need to clean out your lightbulb cover, you note idly as you wait for your best friend to process this.

“Wow. No pressure then.” He says finally.

You groan, loud and dramatic. “As if I need more homework.” You roll over then, pulling your phone away to check the time. 1am. “Shit, yikes. I better let you go. It only took me all night to get a damn grip and call you.”

He laughs harder this time, loud and proper before ringing off. Now you can rest a little easier. One down, too many to go.

From now on you work furiously on your royal studies, spending a little more time to understand the matriarchal system that underpins Amaide. Anything to get the answers you were so desperately looking for. So it’s a dream come true when the queen decides a new lesson is in order. Amaide Embassy Archives.

“There is a temperature controlled archive beneath the embassy. There is a far more extensive collection in the catacombs underneath Amaide’s parliament, of course. These you will certainly see once you are crowned and go on royal tour. House minutes for the last 670 years and every law declaration ever made. There are also personal documents such as royal diaries and marriage certificates. Riveting, I assure you.”

Goodness and she sounded serious about that too. You groan internally as you follow her down the end of the east wing to an alcove. Behind a floor to ceiling tapestry of a lemon tree, turned family tree is a door. Fairly modern compared to anything else you’d seen architecturally in the embassy.

It’s a dry cold as you descend a tightly winding staircase, cool white light running along either side of the flooring. Soonhee’s heels click mutely over the stone. It breaks out into a little foyer, a table to the right with a logbook of sorts and sets of fabric gloves. In front is a frosted glass wall with a glass door. All the frames are heavily reinforced and there is a key pad on the door frame. You are pleased with yourself that you forgot to put your notebook and pen aside before leaving the tea room. Grandma signs the book and gestures for you to do the same. Your juvenile handwriting still puts you off next to hers. Certainly the type of woman to have a pen license. Gloves are handed to you and she punches in a key code, the door automatically sliding open. It appeared to be a long cellar with high ceilings, metal shelving holding documents and artefacts running the length of the space.

“Familiarise yourself with the history of our illustrious country.” She says simply.

You’re pretty much foaming at the mouth with excitement. You’re glad you forgot to leave your notebook upstairs as you squeeze it tightly.

“Do you have any Royal - Court? Law? I would like to learn more regarding court protocol.”

She blinks and rears back at your forwardness, gesturing to a shelf with a set of numbers on the end. Probably some kind of Dewey decimal kind of system.

“Start on 1746 Coronation Procession - The first Coronation to include Korea as guests. Be careful. These are very fragile documents.” She snaps at you.

You whirl to sneer at her, unable to hide your irritation. Screw respect. “I understand. I am a history major, Grandmother.”

You settle into the desk by the glass wall, unfurling the first pile of documents. The language is old and some of the Hangul is unrecognisable to you, but it’s not too difficult to piece it together.

This is about your great-great-great grandmother, Jang-Geum. Young, beautiful, betrothed to the son of a lord. She seems to make everything look easy. At least on paper. Conversing with the Korean consort she’s calm and mature, staining promises for better relations with their mother country. But this information is professional and official. And Korean.

“Grandma, do we have any personal accounts or diaries of former queens? I feel like I might be able to better understand and benefit with a personal touch.”

The queen makes way back out from the stacks, her hees still clicking over stone. Her eyebrows seem to be stuck permanently up in her fringe, seeing as you keep surprising her today.

“I - not on site, no. But I will send for some, immediately. I find Queen Soonhee II particularly helpful.” She says briskly.

Of course it had to be the monarch with the same name as her. You raise a brow.

“So what number Soonhee does that make you, again?” You say.

She shoots me a look. “You should know better than to ask that. Have you not memorised our family tree? Soonyoung assured me that you had.”

Shit. You gape for a moment, not unlike a fish. “I - well, sometimes you take on new names, right? I haven't seen any of those, only heard about them. So were you born Soonhee or changed to it?”

Soonhee smirks. “Born. So I am Soonhee IV.” You relax and she has the gall to laugh at you. “Come along. I think that is enough being amongst these dusty stacks. Time for tea, I think.”

You bite your lip to stifle a laugh - always tea time.

You shift from foot to foot outside the arts building, Mingyu hot on your tail. Minghao had his sculpture tutorial so he wasn’t trailing after you today. Hype party of one.

“What are you waiting for?” He nags, leaning over your shoulder.

His large frame shelters you from the icy wind. Back to being your number one cheerleader then. You turn to glare up at him, an expression so severe it makes him take a step back. You sigh and soften your gaze - obviously your grandmother was rubbing off on you.

“Well, I haven’t really properly spoken with him since this whole tabloid drama. Sure, I messaged him to let him know what was going on and I apologised that way. And he said it was okay, but…is it? Really? What if I’ve ruined everything and now he won’t want to speak to me again? Shit, then you’ll have to choose and of course you’ll choose family I mean you should and -”

“Shut up!” Mingyu cuts your snowballing off and you wither. “He’s not like that. He holds a grudge for a little bit, but you did everything right. You gave him time and told him the truth. And you apologised. This is the next step. You want him to come, right?”

You hum and nod. “Of course. If I don’t figure this out, I want you guys there with me every step of the way anyway. And, well, who doesn’t want to go to a good party?”

Mingyu chuckles and squeezes your shoulder. “Exactly. So, go up there, say hi and invite him to your big old party. And after I will reward you with my famous seaweed soup - and beer.”

Mingyu? Cooking? Just for you? That is a prize. You perk up at the thought only to sag and shake your head.

“Can’t - I’ve got a dress fitting tonight.” You mutter.

Mingyu does a wiggly little dance in the sun. “Dress fitting! Like Royal Coronation dress fitting?”

You groan and nod. “Of course, ‘Gyu. It’s one of many. And before you ask - no pictures! This one needs to be a surprise.”

He pouts and comes back in to lean on your shoulder. “Okay, okay. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I can swing tomorrow.” You smile warmly - you missed this. “I’ll see you later. Wish me luck!!”

He whistles and cheers as you walk in the building, leaving you keeled over laughing in the lift. You needed this, always.

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Burn For Me - Chapter 18a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

I've gotten glimpses of Teagan here and there for the last week but my mind was a little preoccupied on other things lately, like being avoided like the plague.

I was used to it before but after having so much attention put on me it was a messed up reality check on how much I was hated around here.

Constance has made residence at our pack house now and was training with me every day.

Cyrus and Tamitha were here too helping us.

The wanted to complete our training the best they could even with the set back of being called in early.

The head Elder has been sending up messages about the Hunters being scouted in the area but so far we have not seen any.

"Deepen your stance, Constance," Tamitha yelled, as we fought.

I dodged a swing meant for my jaw and grabbed her wrist quickly, twisting around and throwing her over into the ground.

"Alright that's enough for the day," Cyrus clapped his hands for us to stop.

I was helping Constance up when Cyrus walked up to us.

"Where is Teagan?" the question of course being aimed at me.

I bit my lip.

"I don't know," I answered and he sighed heavily.

"Find him."

I watched everyone leave after that and restrained myself from rolling my eyes.

Yeah let's go find the person who least likes me at the moment.

I made my way up to my room and just about entered it before someone came up behind me and pushed me into the wall next to my door.

Gasping suddenly I was turned only to see a group of pack members, the same ones from the kitchen last week.

"Why are you back, mutt?" the huge male said to me.

He was one of the enforcers in training.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You left you should have let it stay that way. No one wants you here."

He had dull brown eyes as he glared at me with hatred.

I glanced at the two big guys behind him and a girl.

"Get off me," I told him through clenched teeth.

I was inches away from blowing up and he was in danger of losing a few appendages.

I was tired of being treated like a pariah.

"Oh, mister big shot, aren't we. I think you thinking that your foster parents being Alpha has gone to your head. Let's teach you that your still a weak little shit who doesn't belong here."

"It may have been my family who had caused the Alphas being put in danger but I was not the one who captured them," I exclaimed.

"No but if it wasn't for you that would have never happened now would it?"

"Teach him a lesson, Tommy," the girl from behind Tommy suddenly yelled.

I watched as his face split in a grin and I knew this was not going to end well.

I saw his fist come up even before he lifted it.

My instincts were on high alert as I tensed up to grab it but it never came.

The moment I blinked he was gone.

I stared in confusion at the group in front of me seeing the same expression before I turned my head to the left to see the big male and Teagan standing over him holding his arm in an awkward position behind his back as he kneed him in the back of the knees and crumbled to the ground.

Teagan pushed the males head down, the look on his face was that of excruciating pain and humiliation.

"Apologize," Teagan's no nonsense tone caused a shiver to travel up my spine in a delicious way.

His cold eyes stared down at the grunting guy.

"Who the fuck are you?" the guy barked in pain.

Teagan just growled and jerked his hold on Tommy's arm more violently and pushed his head down further.

He screamed this time which caused his friends to break into action.

They went after Teagan and I knew they wouldn't survive that so I jumped in quickly.

The two males left were just as big, enforcers had lots of muscle and they were twice my size.

Taking that in to account I took the first guy down quickly with an uppercut, the second one was more aware of me now and took me head on.

I blocked his face shot easily with a swat of my wrist knocking it to the side and kicked my foot out at his knee.

He staggered with a grunt, I took advantage and spun elbowing him in the chest and lastly a hard leg sweep sending him sprawling.

Straightening I looked over to the girl who stood in shock, the second our eyes met she squeaked and ran off.

I turned towards Teagan as he still stood over Tommy with a glare but Tommy's eyes were glued to me in disbelief.

"Apologize," Teagan's raspy voice growled next to Tommy's ear.

"Now."

"I-I'm sorry," he cried as his arm was once again yanked up further in its awkward position.

I walked towards him slowly glaring hard.

I knelt in front of him with a tilted head.

He flinched at my proximity.

"Leave me alone," I said softly but my tone told him exactly what I would do to him next time.

His eyes widened in fear and he fiercely nodded.

I glanced up to Teagan and gave a slight nod, instantly he was freed falling flat on his face.

I turned and walked in my room, Teagan closing the door behind him.

"I had it handled," I said throwing my shirt off on the bed along with my shoes and went to turn the shower on.

"Does that happen often?" Teagan asked.

I smiled a humorless smile.

"No, they were feeling extra brave today," I chuckled.

"You just let them push you around, like that?"

"Cyrus is looking for you" I interrupted him.

I looked over at him and watched as he slowly closed his mouth.

I guess he got the hint I didn't want to talk about it.

"Well he can keep looking," his voice was once again was a monotone.

I stepped up to him till I was inches away.

"What are you doing here, Teagan?" I questioned.

His flat eyes stared into mine.

The sound of the shower in the background was starting to disappear as we stared at each other.

"I don't know," he finally answered.

I narrowed my eyes.

"You should figure it out then."

I hated this.

I wanted to just run into his arms and have him hold me forever but I was starting to realize that that was not us, that was not what we did.

If he was going to be distance and cold to me I was going to fight him with his same callous ways.

And pray that it would ware on him the wrong way till he understood that he need me.

Seeing him saving me right now was hope that my avoidance of him lately was a sign my plan was working on him.

I saw his temple move as he clenched his jaw.

"I don't know why I want to be near yo. All I want is my freedom to leave but you hold me here just as you said last we talked. Whatever this mating thing is it's starting to get on my last nerve. Tell me how to end it."

He stepped closer till his chest was almost touching me.

I laughed.

"Stop fighting it. That's how to end it."

His black eyes glared daggers at me now.

"I don't want this. I don't want to be around you."

Those words tore through me, I felt it deep in my chest and felt my stomach drop.

"I'm familiar with being unwanted," I yelled in his face and I pushed him away hard.

He staggered back in surprise.

Unable to hold back, I gave a cry and attacked him.

We crashed into a dresser sending everything on it to the floor.

I just wanted someone to love me.

Someone to want me.

He was supposed to be the one person for me, the one person who would keep me close, treat me like the most precious thing in his life.

"I hate you," I screamed at him pummeling my fist into his chest.

"I hate you," I kept screaming over and over again.

We were all over the room as he fought, he caught most of my attacks but I got him good in the mouth busting his lip and a few scratched across his face.

I was abruptly lifted and thrown across the room bouncing on the bed once before a heavy body was pressed up against mine in the mattress.

"Stop it," he growled in my face.

We were panting and out of breath as we faced off.

He had my wrist in both hands and restrained above my head.

"I fucking hate you," I panted casing his wild black hair to sway with each breath between us.

"Shut up," he screamed at me.

"I hate you."

"Stop it," his wild eyes were become feral.

"I hate you."

The feeling of hot lips colliding painfully into mine shut me quickly but the taste of his bloody lip was what lost me and I gripped on to Teagan like a life line giving into my wolf.

I ground my hips against his and he purred violently and tightened his grip on my wrist till it hurt but I was too preoccupied with his mouth and tongue.

He had bit my bottom lip hard to get entrance inside and won.

Our tongues clashed in a fierce battle, both of us didn't want to submit.

Growling, I yanked one of my hands free and snatched at his wild hair, entangling the strands with my finger.

His free hand moved down suddenly and tore at my pants.

I heard the clank of my buttons flying and hitting objects around the room.

My jeans lay open to him as he rushed to get them off.

I know I should stop this, push him away but everything in me wanted to complete our mating, to have him under me.

I wanted to feel him, be as close as possible.

It may not be how I thought my first time would be but nothing has gone how I imagined it would.

The moment my jeans were thrown on the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist dragging him closer to me as I devoured his mouth.

I ripped his shirt as my claws grew, hooking into his back.

Teagan lifted his head away from our kiss to hiss though his teeth as I yanked his shirt off his body.

I lay under him in just my boxers his hot skin was rising in temperature against mine but I felt none of it.

His dark eyes glared into mine with such an intensity I shivered and lifted up to kiss him again biting his already bleeding lip.

"Ahh," he grounded into my mouth.

His hand racked down my exposed chest and stomach till he reached my boxers, I felt his fingers curl around my waistband dragging them down.

His dark smoky scent turned my body into mush as I moaned at the hot touch of his fingers so close to my groin.

I was just about to reach for his jeans when I heard a thundering pounding.

Gasping I jerked my head towards the door.

Teagan was lost in the moment snarled dangerously and pressed his head into my neck nipping hard at my skin.

"Connor?" it was Cyrus.

I wanted to roll my eyes, as I growled at him.

"Go away," I rumbled, with a sure threat in my voice.

"I know you don't want to be disturbed right now but Hunters have been spotted close to your borders and Elder Heath is demanding we all go... Like now."

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