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thebluestbluewords · 1 month

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An offer she couldn’t refuse…

I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!

Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out.

It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams.

Not that they're here to talk about that.

"Princess."

Mal spins around. "Uma."

Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure.

Mal drops her gaze first. Hah.

"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came."

Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess. You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less."

Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green.

Well, shit.

"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?"

Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her.

Sometimes they're even useful.

"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?"

"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep."

"No."

Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."

"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster."

"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you."

Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?"

"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”

"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door.

She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind.

"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--"

She cuts herself off.

Fascinating.

"Auradon Prep is what?"

"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job."

Oh, she wants the job.

"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while."

The office door clicks shut.

Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed.

"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean."

Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?"

Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him."

"Deal."

Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat. "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command."

Aw, hell.

"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave."

"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea."

Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal."

Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery.

Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion."

#my fic #descendants #descendants: blasphemy edition #rise of red #for those of you who are blacklisting the tag #I’m just SO fascinated by the original concepts we were teased with the whole time travel business #and yea sure I’ve been reading a lot of SW fic with jedi fucking with the time stream #but descendants deserves some time fuckery. As a treat #mal bertha #uma triskelion

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hella weird but I want Devlin to chase me, like if it’s just an intense game of tag or I’m genuinely trying to run away idc I want that man full on sprinting after me while I’m running away from him. Sounds like a fun adrenaline rush idk

The ride is unusually quiet. Your partner with his rambunctious and unruly self had hyped up the outing up until this point, eerily quiet as his eyes focus on the road. How well that attention spared was beyond you as you were fairly certain he didn't have a driver's license mainly due to the fact he's been alive nearly as long as vehicle transportation itself, but its better not to sweat the small things. He keeps a hand on your leg the entire drive, mindlessly tracing patterns along your thigh muscles. That mischievous grin of his returns as the car breaks to a stop.

"We're here~"

The happy jingle in his voice can't mean anything good, but you pop your seatbelt and follow him outside out of the trust he longed for and you felt you could give. Devlin grabs a bag from the back and your hand as he steps off road and into the treelining. He kisses the top of your hand as he closes your fingers around a flashlight.

"I'm so exciting, babes. No matter what, just remember you'll be safe- as long as you stay close to me and don't pass the blue trees when we get there."

That's definitely comforting. "What are we doing out here?"

That impossible smile only grows. "You'll see."

Devlin leads you into the wood. There's not much on your walk besides trees and rocks, until you come across the stained walls ejected around the forest floor. Vegetation and the hands of time had done their damage, but you could make out what looks to be spray paint art. The tiny monuments gradually incress in size till you're facing down small cobble huts throughout the area. Devlin stops in what appears to be the heart of the field and spreads his arms.

"Ta-da! Cool ain't it?"

You look around, airsoft goggles abandoned by a tree stump. "Is this... a paintball field?"

"Yup. Built right over the cemetery in the town I grew up in. Had some quality fun when was open. Probably the reason it closed too. Yellow eyed devil is what they called me. So fucking lame."

"I'm glad you showed me a part of your past, but is sight seeing all we came to do?"

"Nope."

Devlin snatches your light and tosses it into the trees. He pulls off his coat and lays it over a wall.

You back away as he streches. "I'm confused.."

"I'm gonna hunt ya down, silly. Just a little bonding experience and a way to relieve all the stress I got from watching you mingle with others. Most importantly, it'll be good to see how fast you can run if you flake on me and I have to drag your cute ass back where you belong.

He's dead serious about this. Some warning would've been nice, but the only way out is if you play alone. "What are the roles?"

"You try to make it back to the car without me catching you. It's pretty much a straight line besides the baracades so whether that's an advantage is on you. I'll give you a ten second head start. If you win, I'll do whatever you say for the night. If I win.... well- you'll see soon enough.

It probably would've been best to calculate your chances of winning, but it was clear he was getting antsy. "Alright. I'll play along. You better not be a sore loser like you were when we played operation."

Devlin looks ready to burst from excitement. "Scouts honor. We start in five."

You face the starting point, counting off in your head. You hear Devlin pacing behind you as you get in position. On the final number, your feet sink into the soft earth as you take off. Your countdown continues as you sprint down the path, seconds ticking by until the chase begins. Glancing over your shoulder, you see that Devlin isn't even looking in the direction you're heading. As the second countdown finishes, he takes a knee - running off to your right.

You make up for the wasted time by kicking your flight into second gear. Wasn't the best idea to put all your energy in at the start, but he was up to something and you knew it. Just keep looking ahead and pushing forward. The trees off the path were two dense for him to make it through and somehow catch you. There was probably a trap somewhere or-

Devlin cleans tree leaves out of his hair as he steps onto the path. The fall hurt his ankle, but with a few rolls of his foot it's good as new. You stop dead in your tracks, flinging yourself behind the nearest wall before he can spot you. That bastard was in the trees - waiting for you. You knew he was fast, but that seemed impossible. You peak around the wall to see if he's noticed you.

"Anybody ever tell you how hot you are covered in sweat and afraid?"

Devlin leans over the wall, winking at you as you look up. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you throw a small rock in his general direction as you race off in the direction you came. He catches it and hops over the wall.

"Oh you play dirty, huh? Here I thought I would have to go easy on you."

Your chest burns as you make distance from him as fast as humanly possible. He's gone off road again when you check, but this time you catch a glimpse of him through the thicket of trees right before he bursts out again in front of you. You pedal backwards and into one of the area towers, crawling beneath the glass free window to make it to the otherside. Devlin is already there and covers your mouth before you can scream. He pins you to the wall and celebrates his victory with a kiss to your sweaty skin.

"Looks like I won. I think it's time for the real fun to begin."

Devlin picks you up and sits you on the window sill. You catch your breath as his hands paw your thighs, tongue rolling over your salty skin.

"Another... round."

His ears perk up in tune with his lecherous smirk. "Oh?"

"I... wasn't- ready. If you win, I'll give you... an entire week of doing whatever you want."

Devlin backs off you, the flames of adrenaline rekindled in his eyes and burning brighter than before. "Oh, Y/n. You have no idea what you've just submitted yourself too."

#Carried away cause he my... fifth wife #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

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hbowarbabes · 2 months

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Late Calls

John “Bucky” Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: Roxanne can’t help but worry after she doesn’t hear from Bucky in days after receiving a gift from him. It’s not until she gets a call at work that she starts becoming worried.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight angst, some allusion to sex

Words: 4.7k

Note: This mini fic leads up to the events in “A Promise and A Hope”, so be sure to check it out :)

• • •

Thorpe Abbotts,

October 6, 1943

Roxanne sat at her desk, continuously clicking her pen, tapping her foot and twirling her hair. She still had some work to get done, but her mind was elsewhere. Sandra sat beside her, flipping through a magazine to get her mind off the boring silence.

"So, Rox, have you and Bucky set a date for the big day yet?" Sandra teased, eyeing Roxanne with a smirk. "You know I can't wait to be the maid of honor."

Roxanne laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. I haven’t even thought about marriage. I’ve only been with the man for a few months.”

And it was true. She had never considered it or discussed the topic around Bucky. He was always the one making little comments or jokes about Roxanne being his “wife” even though she was nothing more than his girlfriend. Roxanne just ignored his comments and laughed them off.

Sandra frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "Did he do something to piss you off? Because I’m gonna have to kick his ass."

“No, that’s not it.” Roxanne chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m just trying to take things slow with him.”

At 24, Roxanne believed it was a freedom point in her life. She was getting to live the beginning of her adulthood. And much to her parent’s dismay, she was doing whatever she pleased- even if it meant leaving to another country in search of work and a new life.

Sandra shook her head, chuckling. "Well, you better lock him down before someone else does. And trust me, no man is gonna pass up an opportunity. I speak from experience."

Roxanne just shook her head, laughing. “I’m in no rush to get married. We’re still getting to know each other.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow, giving Roxanne a knowing look. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Getting to know each other?”

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “Christ, Sandra, you want me to marry him tomorrow? You want to foot the bill for the wedding?”

Sandra leaned in closer, putting the magazine over her mouth as if someone was watching them. “More like I’ll be footin’ the bill for Egan’s funeral if he doesn’t put a ring on ya finger.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s antics. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

Sandra rolled her eyes, flipping through her magazine with a huff. “Hun, all I'm tryin’ to say is that ya gotta make up your mind. You know how most of these hunks are. One minute they’re all sweet talk and stolen kisses, and the next they’re going out and showin’ themselves to the world while you’re cryin’ in a corner.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but chuckle at Sandra’s exaggerated concern. “I promise you, Sandra, Bucky is not going anywhere. And if he does, we’ll have a problem.”

Sandra put her hands up defensively. “Ok, ok. I just don’t want them throwin’ me in the brig ‘cause I had to beat up a major. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the clinic door swinging open. Both ladies were caught off guard by the loud sound of the door slamming against the wall.

“Can we help ya?” Sandra dropped her magazine on the desk and approached the stranger who had just come in. Standing on the other side, a man held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“I’m supposed to leave these for a ‘Roxanne’?,” The man read a tag that hung around the stem of the flower bundle.

“Well you are in the right place, hun.”

“I’ll take those off your hands for ya.” Sandra took the bouquet from the man, securing the bouquet in her arms as if it were a baby.

Roxanne grew suspicious when she saw the man lean into Sandra’s ear and whisper something to her, to which she just laughed and patted the man on the arm.

As the man left the clinic, Sandra came back to the desk with a huge smile on her face. Roxanne raised an eyebrow at Sandra as she set the bouquet down on the desk. "What was that all about? He got a crush on you or something?" she asked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, no, he was tellin’ me about your man. How he was going crazy over you at the club last night. The guy’s one of his buddies.”

Roxanne stared at her friend, dumbfounded. Sandra nodded her head at the bouquet. “Read it.”

She immediately flipped over the tag, which read “For Roxanne, From John.”

Roxanne blushed furiously, feeling a wave of butterflies in her stomach as she read the rest of the note on the tag.

“Hope to see you this week. I’ve been missing your pretty face, doll.”

As Roxanne held the bouquet close to her chest, Sandra couldn't contain her laughter. “Someone’s got themselves a little Romeo.”

Roxanne playfully swatted Sandra on the arm, but deep down, she couldn’t deny that a part of her was flattered by John’s gesture.

“That flyboy who dropped the flowers off told me the Major’s supposed to be leaving base. Got a weekend pass.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Nope, that was it.”

• • •

October 8, 1943

As the weekend approached, Roxanne found herself busy working at the clinic, attending to multiple patients. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach since Bucky had left, but she pushed it to the back of her mind as she tended to her patients.

She had no idea why Bucky had left without telling her. She tried not to worry too much, assuming he had just wanted some time alone. But as the afternoon wore on and she didn't hear from him, her concern grew.

Sandra wasn’t in the clinic that day to keep Roxanne company, so she had no choice but to endure the silence.

After attending to a few more patients, Roxanne finally had a moment to herself. She decided to take a break and stepped outside the clinic. She looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Bucky, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She walked back inside the clinic, unable to brush away the thought of Bucky and his unusual behavior. An honest man he said he was, Roxanne thought.

As the minutes went by, Roxanne stared intently at the door, just hoping the Major would walk through, ready to take her out or to just have some small talk. But there was no use waiting. No one was coming.

Roxanne hated feeling this way.

Whenever Bucky left the base, he would take her out, and if he couldn’t bring her with, he would at least let her know he would be off. But this time, nothing. Just a bouquet of roses and a simple note remained untouched on her desk.

It wasn't until the phone rang that Roxanne's train of thought was interrupted. Who could be calling at this time?

Roxanne rushed from her desk to pick up the phone, bringing it to her ear. She heard some static in the background, but no voice.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice filled with unease.

“Could I speak with Roxanne?” The familiar voice sent a wave of relief through her.

“Yes. This is she.”

"Hey, it's me," Bucky's voice came through the receiver, calm and collected.

Roxanne's heart skipped a beat. "Bucky, why are you calling me? Is everything okay?"

"I just wanted to see you," he replied, his voice tinged with something she couldn't quite place. "I know this is really short notice, but I need you to come down to Hammersmith if you can."

Roxanne felt her stomach churn with a mix of worry and excitement. Bucky rarely called her out of the blue like this, and she couldn't help but wonder why he was asking her to go to another city by herself.

Her mind raced as she processed Bucky's request. Hammersmith was an odd place for him to want to meet, especially at this hour. But she couldn't ignore the urgency in his voice.

She hesitated for a moment before responding, “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you, doll. I’ll see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Without thinking too much about it, Roxanne grabbed her coat and rushed out of the base. She hailed a cab and gave the driver instructions to take her to Hammersmith.

The whole way there, Roxanne's mind was racing with questions. What was Bucky doing? Why was he being so mysterious?

As she sat in the back of the cab, Roxanne couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She replayed Bucky's voice in her head, trying to decipher if there was something off about his tone. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

• • •

Hammersmith, London

When she got to Hammersmith, where Bucky had told her to meet him, she found him standing in front of some shop, a look of anticipation on his face. Roxanne couldn't understand why he was acting so weird, but she put on a smile and greeted him warmly.

“Hey, baby.” Bucky’s arm snaked around Roxanne’s waist as he placed a kiss on her nose. She took in the scent of his mint gum as she pecked him on the cheek.

“You look nice.” He whispered softly, his hot breath hitting against her cheek. “What am I kidding? You always do.”

“Yeah. You look sharp yourself, John.” Roxanne ran her thumb over the collar of Bucky’s neatly ironed uniform. She couldn’t ignore that something felt different about this interaction. She wanted to say something, but before she could even open her mouth, Bucky cut her off.

“Come on. Let’s get out of this crappy weather.”

Roxanne nodded, keeping her eyes on Bucky, who didn’t even glance at her.

Bucky held onto her hand as he led her down the street to a quaint little cafe. The building read “Cafe Warsaw”. Looking through the large and open windows, Roxanne noticed the crammed tables, people young and old drinking and playing games. The atmosphere was loud and busy, and she couldn't help but grow anxious as she entered the crowded cafe.

As they sat down, Bucky kept his same content expression, which didn’t sit right with Roxanne. She could see the glazed look in his eyes and the slight wobble in his movements as he settled onto the bar stool beside her.

Bucky waved to the bartender and ordered a round of drinks without even looking at Roxanne. She watched in dismay as he downed a shot with no hesitation, his laughter ringing hollow in her ears. She didn’t even touch her own drink; the sight of Bucky’s reckless behavior made her stomach churn with unease.

"John, slow down. Your drink’s not going to run away." Roxanne said, her voice laced with concern as Bucky reached for a second shot.

Bucky chuckled, a little too loudly. “I know you’re probably pissed with me right now, Vernon.” he said, his words slightly slurred. “But I’m having the time of my life right now, you know that?”

Roxanne’s frown deepened. She couldn’t understand how Bucky could be enjoying himself in such a state. His carefree attitude only served to worry her more. She wasn’t having any of it.

“John, are you drunk?” Roxanne asked, trying to get to the bottom of his strange behavior.

“Me? Drunk? No, no, no.” He shook his head, his brows furrowing.“I’m just having a good time with my girl.” Bucky said with a wide smile. “Is a man not allowed to be around his woman? It is a weekend after all.”

“It’s Friday-” Roxanne started, but Bucky cut her off.

“Roxanne,” Bucky said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Relax, baby.”

Roxanne looked at him with a weak smile. She could see the alcohol-induced haze in his eyes and knew he wasn’t in his right mind. He was sure going to regret this by tomorrow morning.

Bucky put his shot glass back on the bar table with a loud thud. He brought his hand to cup her cheek, gliding his thumb over her soft jawline. “Rox, what’s got you all quiet?”

Roxanne was on the verge of knocking him out. But a cafe was not the place to do it. Instead, she held her tongue.

“I don’t know. Maybe the fact you forced me to leave work for drinks.” Roxanne moved her full shot glass away from her as Bucky nearly tipped it over with his arm. “I don’t even drink. You know that.”

“But we should be enjoying the fruits of our labor now, right?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

• • •

Later that night, Roxanne found herself on a crowded dance floor, dancing half-heartedly, trying to keep up with Bucky's erratic movements. He had dragged her out there even though she was unwilling. But even drunk, he was still able to charm her. Not that it was a good thing.

As they swayed to the music, Roxanne couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that hung in the air.

He continuously kissed her, not even allowing her a second to breathe. His hands rode up her hips and waist, not allowing her to move freely. Roxanne eventually gave up trying to pry him off of her and just did as he said. Enjoy it.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips clashed against his. While she was gentle on his lips, he was the complete opposite. He was practically biting her face off.

Roxanne didn’t know how to feel about this. Two days before, he had gone from the gentleman leaving her a fresh bouquet of roses to the man who was drunk out of his mind.

The music thumped in her ears, drowning out the noise of the crowded bar. Roxanne felt the heat of the bodies pressed against her, the smell of alcohol and sweat permeating the air. Bucky’s hands roamed freely, his touch possessive and demanding.

God, how could I get myself into a mess like this, Roxanne thought. She just wanted to leave this place already.

It was then that Bucky leaned in and whispered in her ear, his breath hot and boozy against her skin. "Let's get out of here," he slurred, his words barely coherent. Roxanne managed to pull away from his strong grip, then grabbing him by the arm and dragging him off the dancefloor.

She guided him out of the bar, got a cab, and got to Bucky’s hotel room, all with hopes that he’d sober up by morning. She was not about to bring the drunk major back to base and risk him losing his career.

• • •

As they settled in the large room, Bucky wasted no time in taking off his uniform.

Roxanne dropped her own belongings on the bed and rushed to Bucky's side as he almost stumbled in his haste to get out of his uniform.

“John, stop-” Roxanne reached out and held both of his arms, propping him up before he could fall. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes. You’re going to change in the bathroom, okay?” Roxanne tried to keep her voice firm, but there was a softness to her tone that betrayed her true feelings. She hated seeing Bucky like this, vulnerable and lost in a sea of alcohol and exhaustion.

“Jesus, Rox, you’re talking to me like I’m a child.” Bucky's words were slurred, his gaze unfocused as he tried to meet her eyes.

“Yeah, all because you decided to act like one.”

Roxanne found a couple outfits, none that were actually comfortable. After rummaging through everything in his bag, she stumbled upon a pair of sweatpants.

She got up on her feet and dropped the sweatpants in Bucky’s hand. He looked at her with a drunken smile.

“Come on, on your feet.” Roxanne took Bucky’s hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. She helped him lift himself off the bed, his weight heavy against her as they shuffled towards the bathroom.

“I can walk, you know.” Being as drunk as he was, Bucky was still stubborn.

“Good. Try not to fall. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital now.” Roxanne guided Bucky towards the bathroom, her arm wrapped around his waist for support.

“But my girl’s a nurse. I’m sure she can take care of me.”

“It’s not during working hours and it’s almost the weekend, so you’re shit out of luck, Major.”

“I love it when you call me Major-” Bucky shook his head, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Just change your damn clothes.”

He then shut the door with a loud slam. He stumbled his way to the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing some cool water on his face. “You good in there?” Roxanne stood in front of the door, arms crossed as she waited for him to finish and change into some clean clothes.

As he dried his face with a towel, Bucky caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were bleary, his hair a mess, and he could see the flush of alcohol still lingering in his cheeks. “Yeah.” He let out a sigh before mustering up the strength to change into a fresh pair of sweatpants.

“Rox, you don’t have to stand there y’know. I can see your feet from under the door.”

“Okay.” Roxanne sighed before backing away from the door.

She exhaustedly roamed the room, examining every little object on Bucky’s nightstand from afar.

What got her attention was a little black velvet box that sat next to a card labeled “For my girl” sitting on the dresser. Roxanne had the urge to find out what was in it, but she felt bad going through things without Bucky’s permission.

She took off her coat and laid it down on the bed. As she sunk back in a chair, she pushed back one of the curtains, taking in the sight of the starry skyline.

Right now, she would normally be hanging out with the girls at a pub or they’d go out for a nice dinner. Why she chose to drop everything just for Bucky and his emotions didn’t leave her in a happy mood. Fortunately, this was only a one-time incident that she hoped wouldn’t occur again.

The silence lingered in the room as Bucky finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing more than sweatpants. He wasn’t as drunk as he was at the cafe, but he was still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

As Roxanne turned around, she couldn’t help but notice the unease in his demeanor, the way he avoided making eye contact with her. He didn’t say a word to her.

Roxanne let it go. For just a few minutes in her life, she wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet, something that she rarely got to enjoy.

Once she got bored of the silence, she turned to Bucky, who sat on the bed, keeping his eyes glued on Roxanne. He wasn’t staring at her with that drunken smile anymore. No. It was more of a look of remorse.

In all honesty, Roxanne was tired all because of her non-stop work that day. Too tired to talk to Bucky about him and his actions. But what good would it do for the both of them?

Taking a deep breath, Roxanne turned her whole body to face the exhausted looking Major.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Her voice was soft, filled with concern as she remained in the chair, watching Bucky shake his head in embarrassment.

he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he sank onto the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, avoiding Roxanne’s gaze. “I don’t know.”

She looked away from Bucky and back out the window.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be coming to the city to drink. You didn’t even tell me you’d be leaving.” Roxanne said calmly, still feeling a mix of hurt and frustration. She wasn’t going to shout in Bucky’s face as he was already in a drunken state. He’d probably forget everything she said the next day.

“I’m done with this, Rox.” Bucky said, his voice filled with frustration. He sounded a bit more sober now than before.

“Done with what?” Roxanne asked, confused.

“With having to leave you all the time. It’s killing me,” Bucky admitted, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. That was something Roxanne least expected to hear.

“That’s not your fault.”

Bucky went silent, the internal struggle evident on his face.

Roxanne made her way over to the bed, sitting down next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, offering comfort in the silence that surrounded them. "John, please talk to me."

"I just... I don't know how to handle it anymore. The constant leaving, the distance between us. It's tearing me apart." Bucky finally met Roxanne's gaze, his eyes filled with anguish. “With all these missions and all these men going down, I don’t know how to feel.” Bucky buried his face in his hands.

"I don’t want to lose you, Rox. But everyday it feels like I’m getting close to losing myself.”

“Hey, no, don’t say that. You’re not going to lose me.” Roxanne smiled softly, her heart breaking as the man she loved broke down. She ran her fingers through his tousled curls, trying to offer him some comfort.

He raised his head, his red eyes still visible to Roxanne. “How do you know for sure, Rox? How do you know I’m not going to die?” Bucky retorted, no optimism in his voice.

“You’ve made it this far, haven’t you?”

He went quiet, his gaze unfocused even though he was staring right at Roxanne. She felt like she wasn’t getting through to him, and it hurt her.

Roxanne took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. “Look, I don't care what your colonel says about any mission and what odds you may have. That doesn’t mean anything. But if you keep sitting here and saying that you’re going to die and that you feel like the end is near, then you’ve already given up on yourself.”

Roxanne sighed, trying to catch her breath after the outpouring of words. “I’m not going to let that happen. Even if you annoy the crap out of me sometimes, I still love you.”

He blinked, processing her words. Not once had he seen her get as agitated as she did.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go get cleaned up. So, please don’t do anything stupid.”

Roxanne felt disgusted still being in her work clothes, with some spots of blood being visible. All she had in her bag was a slip dress that she got as a gift from her friend. That was the best she could do until she got back to base. She headed to the bathroom without glancing back at Bucky.

“Why do you put up with me?”

Roxanne stopped where she was, not turning her head. She couldn’t understand why Bucky would think of such things. Then again, it was the alcohol talking.

“Did you think dating me was the best you could do?”

Once again, she ignored him. All she wanted to do was shower without disruptions, but hearing all those words come out of his mouth felt like a slap in the face. If she were any other woman, she would’ve left without hesitation.

“Y’know, the other night I had a dream about you,” Bucky got up the bed, making his way to Roxanne.

“You were in the clinic. It was time for me to go, and I wanted to see you before I left. Like I always do.” He dragged his thumb along the side of Roxanne’s cheek. She looked down at the ground, her arms wrapped around her chest, not wanting to see Bucky in the face.

“Everything was great. And then out of the blue, you told me it was done. That you couldn’t stand being with a man who was at risk of dying any day,” Bucky inhaled deeply, bring his hand to his chin as he tried to find the words to tell Roxanne, who wasn’t saying anything back.

“And I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen. That you’re just going to leave me for some man more deserving of your love and your time.”

Bucky pushed a loose strand of hair behind Roxanne’s ear. He could hear her faint sniffles even as she tried her best to conceal them.

“Rox, please say something.” Bucky rested both of his hands on her arms, still resisting the urge to pull her into his embrace even as she pushed herself away from him.

“John,” Roxanne took a deep breath as she tried to keep her tears from spilling. She began to wonder why she even came when he asked. Was it worry? Desperation? Love?

She hated having to question herself like this. But what she hated even more was the fact that Bucky never acted like this.

“Just give me some time. Please.” Roxanne gently pulled her arms away from Bucky’s soft grip. She pushed open the bathroom door, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts.

• • •

After her bath, Roxanne made her way to the bed, where she found Bucky laying on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. She frowned, wondering if he had passed out while she was in the shower.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the opposite side of his. As she turned off the light on her nightstand, she felt a hand run down her arm. Startled, she turned to see Bucky looking at her with a sad smile on his face.

She was unsure of what to make of his expression. Despite his drunken state, there was something in his eyes that made her heart ache.

"Hey, Rox," Bucky said in a groggy voice, reaching out to touch her cheek. "I'm sorry for tonight."

Roxanne sighed, still unable to forget his actions and words that night. She knew Bucky didn’t mean anything bad. All she wished was that he’d just talk to her. To be honest about what he was feeling.

She reached out, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently. "It's okay, John," she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just go to sleep."

He nodded slowly before reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re too good to me," he murmured softly. "I’m one lucky son of a bitch, aren’t I?"

Roxanne tried to hold her laughter, but couldn’t stop herself once Bucky started chuckling.

“You know, I spent all of last week with Buck talking about you and what I should do about our relationship.” He propped himself up, moving next to Roxanne. “I already had something in mind, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”

Roxanne’s heart skipped a beat at Bucky’s words. “What did you have in mind?” she asked softly, anticipation building in her chest.

Without a word, Bucky made his way over to the dresser, where he picked up the little box that Roxanne had seen earlier. He walked back to the bed, gently pacing the box in her hand. “It would be better if I’d done this sober, but I-” She stared at Bucky, confused as to why he was acting all anxious.

“Open it.” Bucky sat down next to Roxanne, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Roxanne’s heart was racing as she opened the box, unsure of what she would find inside. As she lifted the lid, her eyes widened in surprise.

Nestled inside was a stunning diamond ring, sparkling in the dim light of the room.

“What is this?” Roxanne whispered as she removed the ring from the box, her voice filled with awe. Bucky grinned from ear to ear, already confirming what had come to Roxanne’s mind.

“Will you be my Mrs. Egan?”

Roxanne gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at Bucky, her heart overflowing with love and joy. “Yes. Of course I will.” With a smile that lit up the room, Bucky took the ring from Roxanne and slipped it onto her finger.

“John, you didn’t have to do this,” Roxanne said, overwhelmed with emotion.

“I wanted to.” Bucky looked down at the floor. “I figured we’d leave things official in case something happens to me.”

Roxanne felt a lump form in her throat as she heard those words. “I told you to stop saying that. You’re not going to die-”

“Baby, just listen to me, please.” Bucky interrupted softly. “I don’t know what this next mission will bring, but I love you more than anything and I want to make sure you’re taken care of no matter what, okay?” With his thumb, he wiped the tears streaming down Roxanne’s cheeks.

As she took in Bucky's words, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear creeping into her heart. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and the idea of being without him seemed impossible. But she knew deep down that he was right – anything could happen, and it was important to be prepared for the worst.

“Please, doll?” Bucky looked at her, eyes pleading. She was hesitant, but she couldn’t leave him without an answer.

“Okay.” She dried her tear-stained cheeks, nodding as she knew she had to accept the harsh reality of Bucky’s job.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding onto her as if he never wanted to let go. “Now, let’s not waste our time crying here. I wanna celebrate Mrs. Egan.”

Bucky traced his thumb against the strap of Roxanne’s slip dress, watching her with a mischievous grin. “The right way.”

#mota #masters of the air #mota fanfic #bucky egan #john egan #major john egan #bucky egan x oc #john egan x oc #major john egan x oc

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sweetheart-satoru · 1 year

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lego set

he's glad he can live his childhood through your hobbies

author's note: i rewrote everything cuz this sucks 😋 also reader is around the same age as denji so we are in fact no hi*eno #2

denji wished he met you earlier.

he wasted his first kiss on himeno, who not only made his first kiss experience terrible but also vomited in his mouth to make it worse. whenever he thinks back to that moment, his mouth goes dry and he thinks he might cry.

he thinks he might die of humiliation when remembering her vomit's chunky, gross taste. "bleugh!" he groans to himself, and aki turns to look at him confused. "what's wrong?" aki was in the middle of discussing something with someone that denji didn't bother to learn their name.

"nothing, i'm gonna go get water!" he excuses himself and power jumps on his back, "ooh! ooh! let me come! ponytail boy is boring." she sticks her tongue out, which aki ignores. "no, you're both in trouble. power, you need to stay. denji, hurry up." he replies, which makes power frown. "see, boring." but she just walks away and sits in a chair.

denji leaves the room, quickly shutting the door and holding his stomach. he feels like he might throw up. as he walks up to a water fountain, he bumps into a girl holding a bunch of papers in her arms.

"oh, sorry. wasn't watching where i was going." you say, bending down to pick them up. denji can barely form a word, and he thinks you're one of the prettiest people he's ever seen.

"oh- uh," he's not good with words so he just shuts up, bends down and helps you pick it up. "sorry, i also wasn't watching where i was going." he blurts out, scratching his head.

you just chuckle and reassure him that it's fine.

that's how you two first met.

over time, you and denji (and power), have gotten much closer. he comes over to hang out during the weekends or when you're back from school.

today, you're just chilling in your room watching an old show while you finished a new lego piece that you saved enough money to buy. (why the fuck is lego so expensive bro i just wanna build)

power got in trouble again so she is not here as denji knocks on your door. "coming!" you call, pausing your show and putting down whatever part from the lego you had in your hands down.

when you open the door you smile widely when you see a certain blond-haired boy in front of you. "oh, hey denji. wanna come in?" you ask, opening the door slightly more for him to enter. "yeah.. thank you.." he says, looking a bit flustered.

and over time he learned to be more neat and clean when coming over. he never listened to aki when he told him to put his shoes away nicely, so when he first stepped foot into your house and saw all the shoes neatly lined up, he couldn't help but want to please you and do the same.

you lead him to your room, which every time he steps into, he feels nervous. he fidgets with his fingers, not paying attention to where he is going and almost falls down.

"holy shit!" you cuss, trying to muffle your laughter. "are you okay, denji?" you help him back up on his feet, and you watch his face get red. "yeah.. i'm okay." he yells at himself to get his shit together in his head.

holy shit i just embarrassed myself like crazy!! he imagines power laughing in his face.

"here," you let him sit in the chair where your lego was near, "i'll get you ice." quickly, you rush downstairs and come back with and ice pack. when you hand it to him he mumbles a quiet, "thanks." and puts the ice on his little injury.

he turns the chair around to face the table in front of it, "hm? what's this?" he points to the lego. you tilt your head, "that's my new lego set! i jus' bought it!" you exclaim joyfully.

"woahh.." he looks at it closer, "what does that mean?" he asks, confused. "hm? have you never had lego before?" you ask him, "well i mean, i was basically homeless my entire life, and was on the verge of death like every other day trying to make money.. so, yeah.. never had one before." he shrugs, as if what he said literally wasn't crazy.

you cough awkwardly, "oh.." he just nods, still paying attention to the lego set, trying to understand what it is, "well, want me to show you?" you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"yeah!" he exclaims, "okay, stand up," you shoo him out of your chair, "see this?" you show him the instruction book, "you need to follow what they're saying. so this page is where i'm on right now, you basically need to look for the pieces the page is telling you, and put them where the picture in the page has them. like this, see?" you show him.

he nods slowly, "can i try the next page?" he asks quietly, looking up at you. grinning down at him, you get up, "sure. here, try it."

author's note: bye i hated how i wrote the first one so here's this :,) but i still have the other version saved even though it's literal dog shit

#denji x reader #denji hayakawa #denji #csm #chainsaw man #i love denji #and power #power csm #power hayakawa #aki hayakawa #i need more lego guys this isn't okay #chainsaw man x reader #denji fluff #I HATE HIMENO #GET THAT GIRL OUT OF MY FACE NOW #akiangel on top

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crybabyfucktoy · 1 year

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Hi there!

Your stories and wonderful audios have reminded me of one of my gfs. She loved to get cross faded and get rough in bed. Once she came home with a friend of hers already drunk. So we got her high… 😈

Have you had a group experience? And if yes, how was it?

ooo yes getting fucked while crossfaded is the bestt. And yes ive been in a few 3 sums lol one was me, a guy and another girl and the other was me and two guys. Ill tell u about the one with me and two guys for now lol I recorded an audio of this but it was way too long so now I'm typing lol

So back in college, me and my friend were hanging around campus and met these two guys. They were fun and invited us over for drinks, so we went but shortly after we got there my friends work called her and she left to go in. I ended up alone with the two guys but I didn't mind bc I just wanted drinks lol we had jello shots and regular shots haha and I was getting quite tipsy. The cute guy started talking about his fiance and new baby and how stressful it all was... I jokingly say.. well im here if u wanna use me to destress👀🤐

We all laugh and it's funny and we keep on drinking.. after a while they both get up to go to the kitchen so I just keep taking shots while I wait.. they come back and the cute one goes.. "okay I do actually wanna use u but so does my friend".. So I look at them and shrug 🤷‍♀️ im too tipsy to care that the friend is ugly and I wanted the cute one so I was like whatever lol they strip me down before taking their cocks out.. the ugly one sits on the floor with his back against the couch and grabs my wrist to pull me down too.

I'm on my tummy on the floor now with his huge cock in my face.. it was definitely bigger than I expected.. he forced it into my mouth and grabbed my head with two hands so he could just use me like a fleshlight. I was too drunk to care about how much his cock was choking me. Meanwhile, the cute friend is behind me, groping my ass and rubbing his fingers on my holes. I hear him tell his friend how wet I'm getting from having my throat used and how he hadn't even put his cock in me yet.. god I loved hearing them talk about me like I wasn't even there.. He finally puts his cock in me and starts fucking me so hard his friend doesn't even need to move my head anymore. Each thrust forces his cock deep into my throat.. idek how long that went on but they eventually switched positions.

The cute guys cock was smaller and easier for me to throat so I wasn't choking as much now but on the other hand now my pussy was being stretched out by the ugly guy😭 it honestly felt so good tho and I just kept moaning while throating his cock.. at one point he told his friend he was gonna rape my ass hole. My ass was still a virgin back then and when he tried to enter me I yelped really loud and started to cry a little.. his friend told him to stop bc he didn't want me making a scene and being heard if I was too loud..so he just went back to fucking my pussy while I whimpered and cried on his friends cock..

When they were both close they finished in my mouth since they didn't wanna finish inside me and get me pregnant.. Anywayy, that was that lol hope u enjoyed the storyy. Sorry it took me so long to write lol I'm very high rn😶‍🌫️

#omg wow okay #glad im done with that #i miss being used by multiple guys ugh #bonus audio that may get deleted bc i think i sound weird and high rn 😭#but if u hear it while its up then pls dont judge me😭😶‍🌫️#answered #stories

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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"Broke is such a...term," Stede chuckles nervously.

"You mean we're poor again?" the Swede asks softly.

"Oh love," Lucius pats his shoulder. "We were never rich; we just worked for a rich guy."

"Oh."

"I know."

Stede frowns. "You all did want a more traditional pirate employment experience, so this-"

"Sucks," Pete interjects. "I needed you to help fund Lucius' R-I-N-G!"

"Babe, I can spell," Lucius smiles. "A ring, hm? Of the kind that goes-"

"On your cock, yeah, that one, definitely," Pete stammers. "Not the finger one because I love you or whatever, but like. If you DID get one of those, and you had to put at least three stones on it, which-"

Lucius lovingly tackles him to the sand and peppers him with kisses.

"See, Pete came to terms with it and he's fine," Stede says. "Money isn't all there is to life."

"Yeah, but it does help to have it," Olu says. "And in bulk, if possible."

"I can never please you guys!"

Stede flops face first onto the hot sand. "Ow."

"Okay," Olu sighs. "You need a minute like that?"

"...yes."

"Okay. We're gonna look for ships to steal so we can start searching for Ed. Wanna come help once this is over?"

"I'm sorry, Olu."

Olu pats his back. "It's...yeah. Is what it is, Captain. You're okay."

"I have no money, my boyfriend tried to kill my scribe, no ship, and everyone hates me," Stede mumbles into the sand. "Pft. And now I have sand in my mouth! Life is endless miseries and little more!"

"...yeah, right, so when you're done, come join us. Or, see if Lucius and Pete want a third, if that would help you and they're interested."

"Maybe."

"Captain, seriously, this is so sad and not in an entirely sympathetic way-"

"I miss Ed."

Olu looks to the waiting crew, eye rolls waiting in the wings. "He'll be fine. This is fine."

"We're all gonna die," Roach nods.

"Not helping."

"Davy Jones will cradle us like a-"

"Buttons," Olu hisses. "Not helping!"

"Who said I was trying to be helpful? Was a bit of poetry ye might have appreciated, but never mind me."

"You think Ed and everyone else are doing better?" Stede sniffles.

"Broken," Ed nods. "I might have guessed, as we are listing entirely to the side."

Frenchie winces. "Yeah, that last battle...well. We all worked really hard, and that's good, but even so we're going to die, so..."

"Please get on the fucking dinghy already!" Izzy limps over and points to the dinghy full of Jim, Fang, Ivan, and as much of all their stuff as possible, waiting for them. "I am not dying here."

"Nah, the infection will do that later," Ed remarks. "You're right though; we should probably go."

"Probably?!"

"Oh my god," Ed sighs deeply. "Let's go before he makes a Thing out of this."

"The ship is almost sideways!" Fang calls from the boat. "We're already sort of in the water now here, so can we PLEASE-"

"Bitch, whine, kvetch, does anything else get done on this fucking ship?" Ed stomps off to the dinghy, leaving Frenchie to help Izzy limp along after him.

"I'd argue it's one of the finest," Stede says seriously. "Swede, give him a turn?"

The Swede obliges and shows off his ass, saying something Stede doesn't understand in Swedish but that sounds fairly sexy at least.

"Uh," the pirate coughs awkwardly. "No thanks."

"The prostitution thing didn't work before when you weren't even trying for it," Lucius sighs. "Why would you do it again?"

"Because we are, indeed, hawking fabulous booty of many kinds, and-"

"Your wife handled most of the financials, didn't she?" Lucius pats his shoulder. "Awww."

"I can handle money! And I know how to make it!"

"And I didn't get hard watching Pete try to roleplay as Izzy, sure."

"What now?"

Lucius shrugs. "He's grown on me. Pete just likes the idea of us wearing more leather, I think."

"We really should," Pete interjects in between posing for the passing crowds.

"Sure, I'll buy us some with my NO MONEY!" Stede shrieks. "I hate this."

"If you need money," a passing pirate pauses to say. "Spanish Jackie is running a sort of contest you folks might be interested in."

"Huh," Ed studies the flyer. "Stripping isn't anything Izzy's done in awhile-"

"Sorry, he's done this before?" Frenchie asks. "Not judging, just didn't expect it, Iz."

"I'll die up there," Izzy mutters. "Literally, at this rate."

His foot has been attended to by a doctor at the port, but he's understandably still feeling shit.

However, they need money and a ship, and at least having more of the former would help until they can steal the latter...

"Hi," Stede says awkwardly.

"Bonnet."

"You didn't buy anything special to wear for this?"

"Can't afford it at present. Judging by your outfit, you're in the same boat."

Stede snorts. "Is Ed..."

"Um. You do know Jackie's made him a last minute judge, yeah?"

"Oh no."

Izzy nods. "Yeah. I'd say may the best man win, but we're up against Jack."

"He's alive?!"

"Against all odds and as usual, yes."

"This day can't get worse."

"Also, Ed's expecting a theme for each performance, so-"

"Oh my god."

"Yeah."

"Uh," Ed steps onstage and gently pulls Stede and Izzy up from it. "Jackie, can I finish judging in a moment?"

"Everyone's still buying drinks and Jack wants to dance again," she replies. "Don't worry about it, just get them off my damn stage."

"So," he says as he drags them back to the assembly of chairs for both their crews. "Izzy I know is sick, that's his excuse for whatever the fuck that performance was-"

"Pardon me for tripping because I'm missing my fuckin' toe," Izzy grumbles.

"And Olu says you've been avoiding food to save money? Which I assume explains the passing out. What the fuck is all this?"

"Been asking myself that for the last twenty minutes," Jim interjects. "I. I've learned things about myself here. I don't know how to feel about it."

"Jack has that effect on most people," Es says. "I mean, I know it would be a bad idea to fuck him again. However, after that performance..."

His gaze softens and his eyes look somewhere beyond anything visible before he shakes his head. "Sorry, anyway. What the fuck are we doing about this mess?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Jack screams from the dock, cock out and flopping as he runs. "Ed! Edward! Park my ship and get over here, now!"

"We're all in various stages of fucking each other over!" Ed calls. "You said it yourself!"

"I didn't mean like this!"

"You should have been more specific then!"

"I don't feel great about this," Stede admits. "But this is really good soup."

"It is," Izzy nods. "Almost makes a person tired. Maybe that's just the day."

"I laced it with morphine so they rest," Roach whispers to Olu. "Don't worry, I dosed it carefully."

Izzy and Stede slump forward, wooden bowls of soup spilling onto the deck.

"Carefully?"

"Carefully enough. Captain Ed has requested a serious conversation with each of them; I figured they could use as much sleep as possible before that."

"Odd question, but is there more of that soup available for the rest of us?"

Roach nods. "Roach's Sleepytime Soup is only made in large batches, specifically for situations like this."

"When your estranged captains sort of get back together but not really and everything is a fucking mess?"

Roach shrugs. "Also weddings. Because they're stressful, but you can't be stressed if you're sleeping."

"I love it; what's the recommended amount to sleep through until the three of them are done with all that talking Ed wants?"

"...just keep eating until you pass out or it feels right."

"Okay."

Which things aren't really. Okay, that is, but the soup is warm and fast-acting, and Ed seems happy enough as he directs the rest of the crew.

That's maybe as much as they can ask for, while broke and now living on a ship with a dedicated 'whippies' area of the deck (as labeled in paint by presumably Jack.)

#text post #long post #idek im sick and this Happened aksjkfngky #im just going with the flow #but would also love some of Roach's Sleepytime Soup for myself tbh lmaoooo

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thatoneguy031 · 1 year

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I've heard that people are making pinned posts, so I thought I might as well do it, too.

Heya. Y'all can call me Guy, and I'm the head honcho for this(more or less) ask blog, and I think there's a few things you should know about me:

-I'm currently in my junior year of high school, and posts happen... basically, whenever I feel like it. If I don't get to an ask immediately, don't take it personally; I'm just a bit busy with other things.

-I'm bisexual, with a heavy, heavy male lean. I'm single too, but I'm not really taking any suggestions at this point. It'd be unfair for someone to show me their face and not have me show them mine. He/Him pronouns, too.

-This is also a Pokemon IRL blog. I only evolved recently, and I'm still getting used to being a Samurott. I'm currently learning about how to battle and act... y'know, like a Samurott. What does that mean, I don't know. But I'm trying my best!

-I like making stories. Like, a lot of stories. I have tons of characters, all of which are all available for asks.

-I'm a really dedicated memer. If it isn't about anything regarding plot development, don't expect it to be taken very seriously.

-I am a huge anime and VG fan. Current playthroughs/playlist of games(Reminder, I only have a Switch): The World Ends With You(Final Remix, the Switch release) Pokemon Scarlet Hollow Knight(I'm lost, please help) Rivals of Aether(Orcane main, Forsburn and Eliana secondaries) Super Smash Brothers Ultimate(I change mains every other week, honestly) Naruto Ultimate Ninja Storm 4(Kakashi, Obito and Minato main) Mario Kart 8 Deluxe(I'm a Dry Bones main, who would've thunk?) Brawlhalla(I'm a Mako main, and Ragnir and Onyx secondaries) Pokemon Unite(I main Alolan Ninetails, but I've been dabbling in Garchomp due to personal reasons you'll see in later posts) The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild(I'm lost, help me)

That's about it for me. I don't really involve myself in any political conversations, and I begin to feel uncomfortable when I have to talk about those kinds of topics with people. But, for those who want to know: Pro LGBTQ-whatever, obviously, but I don't pay attention to current events too much. I'm also not racist, if that had to be said.

If you're into the whole p3do or zoo thing, please leave. You genuinely need help, like, now. Oh, and bigots, racists, homophobes and all that jazz can get the boot, too. And I'll slam the door on your fingers on the way out.

I'd prefer if NSFW accounts didn't pay mind to this blog, as I'm trying to make sure that anyone can enjoy this place safely. I'm just want to make sure this place isn't the next Twitter.

As for my ask thingie, the reason why I even made this thing in the first place:

There are some obvious rules here that the public have to follow:

-No NSFW asks. A majority of my characters are children(About the same age as me), and I don't feel right putting them in such risque situations.

-If a character chooses not to answer a specific question. They might have some personal demons they need to fight before bringing up the topic, or they just might... not want to answer directly.

-I'm occasionally gonna be busy making updates to a character's story before I get to questions, so as mentioned before, answers won't be given out in a timely manner. I apologize in advance if there's any delays.

Here's some ask hints, I guess(Color-coded to associate the characters with the stories)*:

-Delta: Ask him about how he feels about Hertz or his living situation

-Hertz: Ask about his "academic" "performance", or why he decided to take Delta under his wing to begin with

-Jason: Ask him about his past experiences with Pokemon or something about Jayden, or something about his friends

-Jayden: Basically the same thing, or something about being the older sister of the family, or how she feels about Cheren and Bianca

-Cheren and Bianca: How they met Jason or Jayden in the first place

-Chris, or any member of his team(Stephanie, Wave, Lucas and David), for that matter: Try to get them to talk about their background or early childhoods

Smudge, Charles and/or Katie: Their hobbies, how they feel about each other, or how college is treating them

Trevor: His music career, and/or how he got into the music bandwagon in the first place, how his current job is going and stuff

Bryant: How he met Trevor, why they're friends, or their general connection

*Obviously, you can ask them anything, but these are some good starts if you don't know what to ask them.

Also, don't be afraid to ask me any questions, either, I won't bite. I'm just a dude tryin' to develop some social circles. Ask me about anything, really. Heck, you can even send anon asks, if you're too shy to show your face(Don't worry about it, I do the same thing all the time). If anything, I'd love to get some kind of advice with how to deal with evolution and all that stuff.

That aside, there are going to be tags on this post that can help you filter what and who you want to talk to, for both your sake and mine.

Now, without further ado...

Welcome to the show!

And I hope you enjoy your time here!

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→ Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off, stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

→ You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

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djarrex · 3 years

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Howie + Rex sandwich you say? Oh, I'm listening. 👀

Kendra I am SO GLAD you bring it up because !!!!!! lemme tell you :’)

Quick lil summary: Howie finds out about the relationship you have with Rex, but that only encourages the sinful idea that pops in your head.

|| Captain Howzer x f!reader x Captain Rex || 18+ only!!! unprotected piv, creampie, cumshot, teasing, vaginal fingering, spanking, licking, hair pulling, oral (m receiving). boy oh boy this is... yeah. 2.4k words of pure filth tbh. (also: minor tbb spoilers because, well, Howzer) and who knows, maybe there will be a part 2? We love Howie in this house ♡

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Two identical pairs of darkening, golden eyes watch as you saunter over to them - their gazes lustful and voracious. It's nerve-wracking, the prospect of being shared between two captivating soldiers like Rex and Howie. Although, it was kind of your idea in the first place - the two captains had no rebuttal, no qualms, no argument as to why not.

For the most part, your little relationship with Rex has been kept a secret. You'd been working closely with Captain Howzer from the start of the Republic occupation on Ryloth, which was about a cycle or so ago. Then he started becoming a little suspicious about Rex's random, unannounced visits to the Twi'lek populated planet, and soon after, the loth cat was out of the bag. The high probability of Howie finding out about the two of you was never something that overly worried you, because quite honestly, they're more similar than they may realize. You knew he wouldn't report you two, and you were correct in that assumption. What you did not expect, though, was for your own mind to turn the corner to such a dark and filthy place when you had nervously suggested giving Howie some first-hand experience in the physical aspects of you and Rex's relationship.

“Look at her, Captain,” Howzer says with a dark chuckle while palming himself over his blacks. His eyes rove over your body, totally blatant and eager as he continues, “Such pretty lips... I wonder what she can do with them, but I’m sure you already know all about it.” Rex smirks at that little jab, nodding in agreement and keeping his gaze on you; you’re standing in front of them, front and center, completely bare - a wanting, waiting meal for their hungry eyes to feast upon.

“You’re right, Captain, I know just how well she can put those pretty lips to use.” Rex lifts a hand, reaching towards you and you tentatively grab it; he pulls you stand between his parted legs, softening his expression for the moment while searching your eyes for any signs of hesitation. “What do you say, cyare? You wanna show Captain Howzer what you can do with those perfect lips of yours?” Hearing them refer to each other as “Captain” in this back-and-forth power trip has your cunt tingling and clit throbbing - this is going to be fun. Rex notes the sly smile curling at the corner of your mouth - wordlessly telling him all he needs to know. Your eyes flick over to the other captain as a surge of confidence washes over you; you nod slowly, squeezing Rex’s hand in yours before retracting and taking the two steps to stand directly in front of Howie. His hair is tidy in that brushed-up style he so often sports, and all you want to do is yank and tug to where it’s beyond repair.

“Where do you want me, Captain?” you breathe out while lightly brushing your nails through his buzzed undercut, just above his ear. The quiet groan that falls from his lips only encourages you as you press your nails just a little harder into his scalp. You’re lost in Howie’s eyes with the way he peers up at you more desperate than before. His teeth peek out as he takes his lip between them - his eyes glued to the way you so subtly run your tongue across your bottom lip while continuing to run your nails through his prickly, buzzed hair. He’s so pretty - staring up at you like this all while is cock grows harder and harder in the confines of his blacks. The scar on his cheek is the next thing to draw your attention - it’s unique, a sign of a warrior, a sign of surviving battle. Howie must not have been wearing his teal-accented bucket in one, unfortunate instance to have acquired such an interesting facial scar, and for some reason that image has your knees getting weaker the longer you stand in front of him. The scar looks pretty, engrained into his cheek this way - it adds to his already striking features, making him even more breathtaking. The same goes for the smaller, matching one on his chin, just below his adorable pout. You want to taste him, feel him on your tongue, feel it on your tongue. Fuck, you want to do it...

So you do.

Before you can even register acting upon such a wild desire, you’re leaning forward - Howie’s eyes widening as your tongue sticks out and lands flat against the sharp curve of his jaw. Slowly, you begin applying a good amount of pressure with your tongue before moving upwards and gliding across his scar - the little divots along the thin, destroyed tissue tickles your taste buds. He shutters as another low groan falls so effortlessly from his parted lips - a sound you desperately want to hear more of. Upon standing back up you notice the faint shimmer along his cheek and how he goes back to biting his lip in that way that's sending spiraling desire throughout your body.

Rex clears his throat suddenly, deliberately, breaking your little trance.

“Captain,” Rex barks while grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “She asked you a question,” he so matter-of-factly reminds his entranced vod.

“Right.” Howie blinks and shakes his head before turning to point at the center of the mattress - you mentally take an educated guess as to where the lads want you positioned for them. “Pretty thing,” he coos. “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees right there in the middle of the bed, hm?” Nearly tripping on Rex’s feet, you dart onto the mattress, positioning yourself so that you’re facing the wall and your ass is angled the way you know they’ll appreciate. Simultaneous chuckles erupt from both of them, no doubt aimed at the eager way your hips rock back and forth so impatiently.

After a few moments of undressing, Howie climbs onto the bed and shuffles on his knees to move in front of you - his cock now free of its prison and jutting out just inches from your glistening lips; you’re practically drooling at the sight. It's his turn to rake his fingers through your hair; as soon as his blunt nails make that first scrape along your scalp, you whimper aloud and he just grins.

"So, so pretty," he murmurs while tracing your lips with the bulbous head of his cock - the dribble of precum catching at the slit of your mouth. "Open up, gorgeous." You do - letting your jaw slack, allowing him to push in as deep as he'd like. The same fingers combing through your hair now travel to the back of your head - threading between your roots and gripping at your scalp firmly. He slowly begins inching into the warm cavern of your mouth, groaning every time your tongue involuntarily swipes along his girth as it pushes towards the back of your throat. Your lips tighten around him when he begins his languid thrusts, and you do your best to keep your gaze up and at him while engulfing nearly every last centimeter of his throbbing cock. With one hand in your hair and the other caressing your cheek, you’re being held in place while he makes you swallow him whole - your own hands pressing into the mattress with the single job of keeping you up and balanced.

Howie is so achingly beautiful in this moment - his now unkempt, thick strands of hair hanging over his forehead, resting carelessly just above his furrowed brow and squeezed-shut eyelids. His jaw is hanging wide open, allowing the deep, gargled noises of pleasure to filter through. Watching Howie like this, and hearing him - it’s making you clench hard around nothing, even more so than before.

"Captain," Rex calls from behind you. Howie’s eyes snap open, now looking in the direction of where Rex is surely ridding himself of the rest of his garb out of your sight. It's clear to you that non-verbal communication ensues between the two of them as Howie picks up the pace; the sudden dip in the mattress at your feet from the weight of Rex joining you excites you. As if Rex can read your mind, he slowly swipes a finger through your folds - gathering the evidence of your arousal and spreading it around before prodding at your hole. You moan - a deep hum erupting from your center that is muffled by every thrust of Howie’s hips, making him echo you from the feeling of those vibrations buzzing through his cock. His thumb brushes the apple of your cheek as drool seeps from the weakening seal of your lips, descending down like syrup and onto the sheets beneath you.

“F-mmm- is she wet, Rex?” Again, you whimper with your lips loosely enclosed around his cock when Rex continues fumbling around in your folds - you can hear how wet you are, even over the dull gargling sound of your throat getting hammered. “Whatever you’re - mmph - doing back there, keep d-doing it. I’m - shit - gonna cum on this pretty little face.”

Wordless, Rex slides two fingers into your molten entrance - turning the pair back and forth while slowly pumping them in and out. You’re so worked up that your body is already screaming for that release, and you feel it building up quicker than you have time to realize. That familiar tingling sensation burns through your lower stomach, and only intensifies when Rex curls his fingers and quickens their pace - rapidly hitting that glorious spongey spot along your walls that you're never able to hit going solo. Your muffled squeal has Howie growling and pulling your hair tighter than before as he pops you off of him before taking his drool-coated cock in hand, working himself that last little bit with the help of a firm grip and quick motions at the head. You’re trying to catch your breath and Rex continues to finger-fuck you through it all, and seconds later, your cheek is being splashed with spurts of thick, tepid release. Instinctively, your tongue pokes out and catches the tangy spend that’s painted around your lips - letting out a sinful sound of approval.

“There you go, pretty thing,” Howie says with a smirk while leaning down to be eye level with you and pinching your spit-soaked chin between his fingers - turning your head slightly to the right as he admires his work. “Since you like my scar so much-” he chuckles darkly while rubbing your bottom lip with his wet thumb before guiding it into your mouth, “-now you have a little something to match.”

It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to catch on to what Howie was implying - it hits you but disappears within seconds because Rex has lined himself up behind you and slid into your wet walls all in one fluid motion. You mewl in both shock and pleasure - Howie opting to keep his thick thumb secure between your lips with his fingers clamping under your chin to keep your jaw closed around him.

“Suck,” the man in front of you commands, his eyes narrowing beneath his untidy hair. You’re unable to process anything of the sorts - totally unable to form any coherent thought with the way Rex’s hips are smacking so loudly against the meat of your ass and the feeling of him prodding at your cervix, making your body wince with each hit. The flesh surrounding your hips fall victim to a bruising grip - Rex holds you steady while fucking you so hard and deep that you’re practically choking for air.

Suddenly Howie rips his thumb from you and traces it along your cheek - collecting the thick release coating your skin and bringing it back between your lips. You’re panting and moaning and trying to lick up everything Howie offers to you - trying to be good for him. Peeking down quickly you see how he’s already hard again, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart, and that makes your mouth water for more. He must’ve noticed how your glossy eyes are glued so shamelessly to his groin, staring hungrily at his revived member from the dark curls at the base to the swollen head, when he starts to pump himself at his own leisure.

“No, pretty thing,” he shakes his head and makes you look into his eyes with the fingers still cradling your jaw. “I want what the Captain’s having.”

Rex’s grunts become louder, more desperate, as he approaches his climax. You’re right there yourself, whining and whimpering while looking into Howie’s eyes as Rex pounds you into the next system. Howie is just sitting patiently on his haunches, relaxed and pumping himself to the sight and sound of you getting railed from behind. You clamp around Rex’s cock with a shout, and seconds later he stills his hips as his pulsating length spits its release into your strangling walls - that warmth blooming deep inside you making you shutter and moan from the sensation.

“Shit, Howzer, come take a look at this,” Rex calls him over from behind you as he eases himself out of your clenching cunt. Howie climbs off the bed and disappears from your vision - leaving you to stare at the paint peeling off the dull wall, miraculously still holding yourself up on shaky hands. A quick slap on your ass has you rocking forward - low groans coming from the men staring at your puffy folds behind you. “Cyare, tell your Howie how beautiful this tight little pussy looks with my cum dripping out of her.” Your face burns at Rex’s filthy command but you’re too far in this to care.

“I- I look beautiful with Rex’s cum dripping out of me, Howie.” You’re shocked at how effortlessly those words fell from your swollen lips - but fuck, you love it, and the men’s shared mumbles of filthy praise only egg you on.

“Fuck, what a good girl she is, Captain, but I believe it’s my turn now, hm?” Howie’s voice is firm yet careful - he knows who you truly belong to.

“Cyare.” Rex steps into frame with his shimmering, semi-hard cock in hand. Your eyes lock with his, and his expression hardens. “I want to hear you beg your Howie to fuck your tight little pussy.”

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my-simp-land · 2 years

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To Fall Apart, To Reunite

I really believe the song "Dos Orguitas" from Encanto was meant for Erwin and reader (or Levi if that's you're ship). I'm just a little too self indulgent. This is angst. I'm just kinda in a sad mood. I feel like this ends well enough. I haven't watched season 4 yet. I might give it a fitting ending at some point. This is just gonna be a sad ending for now. It's 2349 word, and I tried to keep the reader gn. It's late so I may have slipped up. Just lmk. Happy reading!

“My dove, you have to get up.”

I pick my head, drool stringing to the wooden desk. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I try to figure out where I am. It’s nearly nighttime; the sun is just creeping behind the wall. I can hear the footsteps and gentle talking of other cadets. They’re probably returning to their barracks for the night. I see him. My knight in shining armor. The golden hue from the sunset sculpts his face as he looks down at me. His smile lights up the room. My lips twitch up into a smile. It’s him.

“You know, it’s not good looking falling asleep at your commander’s desk. What would people think?” He runs his fingers across my cheek. The rough warmth of his fingers make me realize how cold his office is.

I sit up and stretch, the popping of my bones filling the room. “Well, I wouldn’t even have to worry about falling asleep if someone didn’t keep me up all night.” He chuckles. It’s breathy and light. I pick myself up from his chair, and he takes his spot on his throne. I always feel dwarfed in his ginormous chair, but he fits there perfectly. Sharp cheekbones, sculpted nose, golden hair upon his crown; he looked regal.

“I didn’t hear any complaining then, but I’ll remember that.” He begins filtering through his endless stacks of paperwork. I watch him from the window. I can clearly see how tired he is. After the wall fell all those years ago, we’ve been working hard to try to find a way to reclaim it. We’ve had no luck though.

I step forward and take some of the papers from his desk; letters from civilians. Even if he couldn’t reply to them all, he read them all. He knows how the people feel about the Scouts and him. The fire ignites deep in my guts just thinking of the things people say in these letters.

“Put those down before you do something you regret.”

I grip the papers. Everyday, he gives it his all to do what he thinks is best for humanity. He bears the burden of more deaths than these people know. People never consider his feelings how he must feel. They’ll never know the nights where he tosses and turns, calling out to some long gone friend. They’ll never see the fallen tears after a particularly gruesome mission. They’ll never know.

The papers are pulled from my grasp. “Come sit.” He opens his arms for me. I take my rightful place in his lap. His arms cage me in as he goes back to whatever report he has to fill out this time. I’m surrounded by his warmth. Even if his reason seems a little selfish, I know he’s doing what’s right for humanity.

“How was your day?”

I sigh. “It was good. Could’ve been better. Miche couldn’t keep his nose to himself. You know him. I swear he’s gets the whole experience the day after. It’s almost time for the next group of cadets to graduate. Have you thought about what you’re going to say?” He lightly snorts behind me.

“Probably what I always say. There’s not much you can do to persuade someone to sign up to die.”

I look up at him. The gleam of his blue eyes fills my heart with warmth. He’s here with me. “That’s not particularly true. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He looks down at me now. I’ve got him. His arms wrap around me as he leans us back. It’s a long day when he embraces me here and not in the privacy of one of our locked rooms. His head falls into my neck. His breath spills across my shoulder and into my collarbone. I can only pet his hands as he breaks behind me. It’s moments like these that make him human again.

“I’m…it’s one of those days. 5 years of this hell, and I have nothing to show.”

“You have your life to show. You’ve put in the work.” I turn myself around in his lap, embracing him. “Your breath is all I need. As long as you’re here for me to love, I could never need anything else. Besides, I told you our chance is coming. I can feel it in my bones. Something about these new cadets.”

I lean down and place a gentle kiss upon his lips. Our love flows easily between us.

“I love you, Erwin.”

“I love you too, little dove.”

***

Hange leads me through what seems like the maze of hallways to him. No one has told me what’s wrong. I knew as soon as they got back, the looks Levi and Hange gave me, that something had happened. Erwin and I don’t fight before a mission, but when he told me I was to stay behind, I nearly broke that promise. We always went on missions together when we could. Him pulling rank to make me stay was heart breaking.

“Don’t bombard him. He needs to rest. He should be asleep now.” Levi says as we approach the door. I’m sure Erwin told him what happened between us. Levi’s eyes betray him. We’ve know each other too long. My heart drops.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me what was happening?”

“Commander’s orders. Go on.” I take a breath and count to three. It's gonna be okay. We’ve both been injured before. It’s nothing a couple days of rest and recoup couldn’t help.

I slowly open the door. A candlestick is the only light illuminating the room. I can finally see him. Erwin looks okay from his angle. He’s just resting. A few bruises. Likely thrown from a titan or something. Nothing horrible?

I can’t help the sharp gasp as I walk to his other side. Every bell and whistle in my brain is screaming at me. How could this happen? Where his right arm should be is…nothing. It’s just space. I don’t realize I’m crying until I see the wet spots on the sheets. My knees are shaking. His arm. The arm that signed all his paper, that pushed the hair from my face in the early morning, that held me close to him at night. It was gone.

“You’re here.” His voice is so weak.

I stumble forward and meet his eyes. I began checking him over. There’s bruises and cuts. He’s so pale from blood loss. I try to straighten his hair how he likes it. He would hate for anyone to see him like this. The great commander reduced to…

“It’s okay, dove. I’m okay.”

I stop my examination to look him in his eyes. The baby blue eyes that captivated me all those years ago. The same ones that captivate me now. He gives me a weak smile and reaches for me with his left arm. I can feel the tears flowing freely from my eyes. I can only give his remaining hand a squeeze as I breakdown. He coos and gently pulls me closer until I’m laying with him. He does what he can to pull me closer. His chest shakes and teardrops fall onto my head.

“Why? Why’d you make me stay? I could’ve helped you.” He strokes my back but provides no answer.

We stay like that for a long time. The candle stick has long burnt out, and the sun is just beginning to rise.

“Erwin?”

“Yes my love?”

“Will you please retire?”

He doesn’t give me an immediate answer. “You know I can’t”

My heart aches, but I understand. I know what his mission has been since that fateful day years ago. As much as I wish he would drop it, there’s nothing I could do to stop him.

The tears begin to fall again. “I understand.”

***

The beast titan is upon us now. This is what seems like our final stand. If we fail today…humanity as we know it will be done for. No matter how much I begged, Erwin wouldn’t stay. He wouldn’t let them carry out this mission without him. Today was the day we would get some answers, but he couldn’t let us do it. We stand on the wall, looking out over the dilapidated lands. This was once someone’s whole world. I still remember getting the news that Shiganshina fell. My village was a little farther east. That would soon be lost too.

“Erwin?”

“Yes, little dove?” I turn to him and grip his hand in mine. It breaks my heart knowing what this battle means. He gives me that weak smile he’s given me the last couple days. We both know what this battle means. Erwin pulls me into his embrace. It takes all my willpower in order to not cry. It doesn’t matter now that the entirety of the scout regiment is around us. Soon enough they’ll know what was sacrificed here today.

“Erwin Smith, I love you more than life itself. If I die here today, know that I was the happiest person on this planet. No matter if the walls were crumbling and titans were tearing us apart, please know that you gave me everything I could’ve ever wanted. You are my knight in shining armor. You’re the light of my life. I love you.”

His arm squeezes me into him. “Don’t say things like that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

He leans down and places his lips on mine. The sweetest saddest kiss of my life time.

***

Blood flies, bodies fall. The terra rain has stopped but at what cost? Levi was able to stop the beast titan. Humanity lives to see another day. I soar through the streets of Shiganshina. Looking for him or any sign of him. I was told there was a final stand but that couldn’t be it. He’s got to be around here somewhere. Surprisingly, I see Levi and Hange with a few others on a rooftop. I launch myself in their direction.

As my feet connect with the roof, I come to understand what is happening. All eyes fall on me, but I can only look at one person. One body. His golden hair is splayed out across his face. Blood. So much blood is pouring from his side.

“Section Lea-” I rush to him and fall at his side. The whole right side of his abdomen is gone. It looks like from a projectile. This wasn’t a titan…directly.

Levi pulls me back from him. “Levi, let me go. I have to help him. He’s hurt. Let me help him, please. Please let me just fix him.” I’m struggling to get to Erwin. Levi and Hange are trying to hold me back. I’m crying and screaming. Why won’t they let me help him?

I turn and see Eren and Mikasa. They’re looking at me with such…hurt? Pity? What’s happening? “Hange? Levi? Please just let m-”

“He’s dead. We have to give Armin the serum.”

All fight in me dies. Everything around me fades away. My vision is just a one tunnel vision. I can only see him, dead, bleeding out on some random roof. We won but for what? What’s the point now? We fought the battle. We’re gonna get to the basement. He won’t get to the basement. Everything we worked for…everything he worked for. He won’t get to see it.

I begin crawling back towards him. I realize he’s cold to the touch. He was dead long before I got to him. There’s nothing I could’ve done. I could’ve done everything differently, and maybe he would still be here. I roll him onto his back. I brush his hair back into it’s usual style. I would never give him a shitty haircut that he would promise looks good again. I curl his arm to be over his harm. He’s been a soldier for so long. He would want whoever finds him to know that he dies for his country. I straighten his collar and cloak. The pendant around his neck into perfect fashion. He was so perfectly imperfect.

“Take it.” Levi places his hand upon my shoulder. He knows what this means to me. He’s seen our relationship from it’s earliest moment. “I’ll say it was left here. Treasure it. Let it be a physical reminder.” He walks back over to survey the titan that is Armin.

I turn back to him and gentle pull his pendant and cloak from his body. I grip the emblem of his jacket with my shaking hand. As soon as I pull this from his jacket, he will be truly dead. Just an emblem to deliver to a family. To me. This will be what I get left of him. Maybe a scoop of random ashes if I’m lucky.

The fabric ripping cause the tears to free fall from my eyes. This is the end of Erwin Smith. He is dead on this rooftop. We will have to leave his body to be found by the clean up crew. He’ll be just another number in the books to them. They’ll never grieve him as I do. They’ll never miss him. I can’t let him down.

“I’m going to that basement.”

All eyes turn to me. “You don’t have to do this.” Levi says. He may try, but he knows that I have to.

“You know I have to.” I walk over and pull Eren from the floor. Mikasa glares but refrains. “Show me this basement boy, or I’ll tear this village apart until I find it myself.

He tries to start. “I’m sorr-” But I stop him. “No you’re not. You got what you wanted. You just feel bad. Show me the basement.”

As they prepare to leave for the basement, I lean back down to my lost love, “I love you Erwin Smith. I will make sure you’re dream is completed.” I place one final kiss on his lips. So cold but so soft. These will be the last times I can kiss him.

With a final squeeze of his hand, we disembark.

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

SERIES MASTERLIST

“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go”

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back”

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison.

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor.

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!”

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you.

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head.

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth.

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger”

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her.

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet.

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream.

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home.

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?”

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped”

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor.

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes.

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots.

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with.

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life.

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail.

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile.

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?”

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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If you want to send blurb requests based on the series I'm more than eager to write so send me your ideas. Also suggest me some cute baby names both girl and boy. I was thinking of going with Beatrice or April and Cole or Ben but would like to hear your opinions as well ❤️

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03 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 1.9K

🠒 notes: Y'ALL i can't with you guys thank you so much oh my gosh 🥺❤️❤️ thank you so much for sticking with this! *is very honored and touched* hope you enjoy this chapter :D

also! from here on out i'm going to start putting in parts from yoongi's pov too so y'all can get an idea of what's going on in his head c:

also, just a little shout out to an anon whom i got a very comforting, uplifting message from... thank you so much anon! this part is going to be last-minute dedicated to you ❤️❤️

part 03: three roses

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Yoongi’s only met you two days ago, and yet he can’t get you off his mind.

“It’s probably just a soulmate thing,” his roommate tells him, typing away at his laptop — the paper is due in half an hour, and he is rushing to get it done. Procrastination has time and again proven to be a horrible habit, but he never does let go of it.. “Regardless of how you feel about her, the universe decides who you’re stuck with.”

“It’s not like that, Jin,” Yoongi groans. “I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be with her. I’m saying it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, if she would just let it happen.”

Jin spins around on his chair, giving his friend a curious look. “What did you even say the first time you met her that made her hate you this much?”

“I, um.” Yoongi shifts around, suddenly aware of how cold he must have seemed to you that day, way before you turned eighteen and knew what the future was to hold. “Told her not to waste oxygen. And left.”

“Wow. So in a nutshell, you fucked up.”

“I did.”

“And she hates you for being an antisocial grump.”

“I’m not! But yes, she does.”

Jin proceeds to take another sip from his mug of (now cold) tea, deep in thought. “You gonna tell me who the mystery girl is?”

“Park Y/N,” Yoongi winces as he says your name, not liking the way it easily rolls off his tongue, or the kaleidoscope of butterflies it sets off in his stomach — or the way his heart seems to skip a beat at the thought of you. He doesn’t want it to, but what can he do? “You know, the one who rooms with Park Jimin from the arts department. They’re not related, though.”

“The Y/N who has an impossibly obvious crush on Jimin’s cousin? Taehyung, right?”

Yoongi chuckles, staring at the blank white wall. “I’m pretty sure there’s only one Y/N in this entire school, but yes. That’s her.”

“So you two don’t get along and she has a thing for another guy. Man, the universe really fucked up, didn’t it?”

“And you’re not helping right now,” Yoongi scoffs, scribbling down another abstract equation on his paper. “The goal is not to make her fall in love with me, dumbass.”

“But that’s precisely what the goal is! She falls in love with you, you date, get married, have kids, you know the deal. Happily ever after.”

“I think you’re forgetting the part about me not liking her at all.”

“That can change, can’t it?” Jin swivels around in his chair, eyes wide and hopeful. “What’s stopping you from falling head over heels for her a week or so from now? You two are already bound; it can’t be that hard.”

Yoongi presses his pen to the paper again, but a sharp stinging sensation makes him flinch backwards, curling his index finger inward. “Stupid,” he mutters, wincing. “Y/N seriously has a thing for giving herself paper cuts on the daily.”

“See?” Jin grins widely, feeling very accomplished for no reason at all. “You’re already worried about her well-being!”

“The only reason I even care is because I feel it too!” Seconds later, another twinge of pain comes, this time shooting through his head. “Ow,” he groans, frustrated. “Really? Are we seriously going back to this now? What’s she doing this time, banging her head on the wall to get on my nerves?”

Jin drains the rest of tea in one gulp, side-eyeing the shorter male from his spot at the desk. “Figure it out, my guy,” he says under his breath. Whether he likes it or not, he’s concerned about his friend — though he knows that if he brings it up, Yoongi’s only going to chide him for being so worried. “Second chances don’t come often. Don’t screw this one up.”

The study group meets again (is this a daily thing now?), and much to Yoongi’s surprise, you’re there without fail, squeezed in between Jimin and another guy he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. As Taehyung grabs his hand and yanks him down onto the bench, he notices the slightly pissed off glare you send him, too tired to return one of his own.

No one speaks, and it’s strange. It’s awfully awkward; usually Taehyung and Jungkook would be arguing over something stupid, and there would be yelling… but now, there is only complete silence, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional cough from Namjoon.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers from his left after a few minutes, nudging his elbow as a greeting. “How come you’re not sitting with Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you two supposed to be together?” Ah, right. Once again, Yoongi curses fate’s horrible decision making skills, sending another why me? plea to the heavens.

“It’s fine,” he brushes it off instead, sorting through his books. He’s trying not to look like it affects him, but he’s always been rather terrible at hiding his frustration. “She has Jimin and that other dude anyways.”

Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he sees right through the half-hearted lie. “You want to sit next to her,” he deduces quickly. “But you’re not. You two fought or something?”

“What would you know,” Yoongi mutters, irritated. “Of all people.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, but the merry twinkle doesn’t leave his eyes, the trademark of a person who’s just happy to live life. “What do you mean? I’m very experienced in these things, I’ll have you know.”

“Right, because fucking a different girl each night is your way of showing off your expertise.”

“Yoongi, I’m trying to help you. You two aren’t the best at covering up; we know you hate each other’s guts,” he sighs. “You need to talk to her, patch it up, do something—”

“Shut up,” Yoongi snaps sharply, thoughts distorted. His cantankerous mood is rising now, only worsening with every word he hears. “Shut up, Jungkook. You don’t fucking know anything.” His voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone else at the table, and he’s well aware of your worried eyes on him. “Stop trying to educate me on this bullshit called romance when all you fucking do is sleep around!”

The weight of his words hit Jungkook hard, and it’s written all over his face, shock and something like sorrow in his expression. Yoongi regrets it as soon as he says it, immediately wishing he could take it all back — but he doesn’t, because the anger, the pain, the empty, hollow feeling of having his soulmate near but unable to love her… it’s eating away at him.

Then he hears your voice, soft and gentle in contrast to his own, and it almost grounds him, calms the storm inside his head. Almost, except for the fact that your words are just as harsh, stinging him far more than expected. “You’re such an asshole,” you say, giving him nothing but a stare he can’t comprehend.

“Y/N—”

“Jungkook can do what he wants; he’s an adult and he’s not harming anyone. His actions do not justify yours,” you spit, the resent clear in the way you speak to him.

Have you always hated him so much?

“And neither of us have been particularly great about this, but you had no right to say that to him,” you continue, glowering. The rest of the table just sits there as you talk, still processing what just happened. “You fucking jerk.”

There’s a lot Yoongi wants to say to you. Explain. Redeem himself. Apologize, maybe, if you’ll let him — but he knows you won’t. It’s one of the things he’s picked up on in two days; you won’t listen to reason when you’re pissed off, and right now you’re certainly in no position to hear him out.

“Okay,” he mutters instead, rising from his seat and earning a worried look from Taehyung. He gives you one last look before he forces himself to look away, your heated gaze burning into him. “I’ll leave first, then.”

Jungkook left almost immediately after, and the rest of the group quickly followed suit. Now, you’re cozied up on the couch with a cup of green tea while Jimin works on what he couldn’t finish earlier, sitting beside you.

“Well,” he breaks the silence. “At least now you know that he’s somewhat invested in whatever’s between you two, if Jungkook was trying to give him advice.”

“That’s just Jungkook being invested,” you grumble. “Not Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even look like he cares.”

“Do you?”

The question makes you stop and think. Do you? Do you care enough to try? Growing up, you’d so strongly believed that love was only ever a temporary thing; it never stayed long enough to blossom into something beautiful the way it was portrayed in the media. You had always been surrounded by the dark side of this seemingly magical emotion, listening to your mother’s crying late at night when she thought you were asleep, to the point where you’d sworn it off.

But something in you wants to question it. You want to shatter that ominous what if, throw off the shadows of your own childhood and grow into something more, be able to experience the magic firsthand.

And really, Yoongi’s a fucking asshole and you’re still mad at him. But one day… maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. Give him a try, a chance.

Still, it’s a “no” that you answer Jimin with, lying through your teeth. He doesn’t say anything, just humming a single note in response, his right hand doodling something mindlessly on your skin with one of his black ink pens. When he pulls away a minute later, there are three dainty roses resting in the valley between your thumb and index finger, clustered together in a bunch.

You hate roses. They do nothing but remind you of the one thing that hurt you the most.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I think you’re being a bit childish about this whole thing. Y/N, you two are acting like you’re in some kind of high school drama. You say you don’t like him, but for what? His coffee addiction and his personality?”

“You’re just making it sound worse than it really is…”

“No,” he presses, turning to face you directly. “I’m serious. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. Not you screwing this all up. People have differences, it’s normal.”

“It’s not about that—”

Jimin takes your hand, tapping it twice and then rapping his knuckles against the side of your head. “Y/N, you wonderful idiot. You don’t hate him. You’re just desperately searching for reasons to hate him.” His eyes soften. “I know you don’t like this because of how your parents ended up, but not everyone's the same. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

“I—” You stop for a second, a bit on edge. “I don’t like this, Jimin,” you say truthfully. You’ve always known it was bound to happen someday, but… the way your heart races around Yoongi and aches when he’s away both bothers and excites you, afraid at the prospect of more but still tempted to see what the future holds. And you can’t decide on either one.

“There you go. What were you waiting for?” he laughs, bringing you in for a comforting hug. “Now you’ve just got to do something about it.”

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azurevi · 3 years

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enstars charas with an overworked s/o

First time writing enstars🤡 this took kinda long becz exams but i hope its good ^^ also kinda self indulgent hhh

Characters : natsume, ibara, leo, tatsumi, arashi, keito

Natsume

Natsume watches from the doorway as your head bobs about, hands tapping unrhythmically on the keyboard. You're already falling asleep, yet you still refuse to go to bed.

Normally he won't interfere with your work, knowing that you're fully capable of making the right decisions, but it's a pain seeing you pushing yourself so hard.

"Still working?" he steps in, holding a steaming drink in his hands.

Your head snaps up at his voice, and you nod. It's a project that you've put off for far too long, and of course, you have to suffer the consequences.

"The deadline is two days later, if I don't finish this section today I probably won't make it in time,"

He sets the mug beside your hand, observing your wandering gaze and disheveled hair which you must've been running your hand through. "I don't think you can finish it, though. You already look worn out."

You raise the mug to your lips and take a sip of whatever it holds. The drink tastes sweet and refreshing in your mouth, and almost instantly your muscles relax. "You aren't any better, you know,"

That's true. Being a nightowl himself, Natsume's words don't really seem all that persuasive. At first you would lecture him about how little he rested, but you gave up eventually. You suppose he's built differently, seeing as he can still perform well after only three hours of sleep.

"Pretty sure I'm in better condition," he says, pulling a chair beside you and popping down. The wood scraps against the floor, creaking slightly. It's usually a sound that you find unbearable, but you seem to have missed it as you try to continue your work.

"Come here, love," he stretches his arms out, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You raise a brow, contemplating whether you should give in. It won't be a surprise if you fall asleep right away in his arms.

"But work…" you sigh, tearing your eyes from him. His shoulders drop immediately, a frown forming from the rejection. "You're just gonna leave me hanging? How cruel…"

You know he's just messing with you when he let out a dramatic huff, but somehow his defeated look still tucks at your heartstrings.

"Fine, fine…" you sigh, sneaking your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck. His chest hums with satisfaction as he digs his fingers into your messy hair, soothing out knots he finds along the way gently. With every stroke you're getting drowsier and drowsier, and you know that you're supposed to be working, but the feeling of his hand running through your locks and the steady rise of his chest convince you to stay.

You fall asleep almost immediately after you close your eyes. Natsume calls out to you and smiles when he hears your slight snoring instead. It's probably the best to get you to the bed and tug you in, but he decides to stay in his spot for a moment longer and relish your presence.

Ibara

Ibara knows from experience just how hard it can be to sway you when you’ve made up your mind. That’s why he doesn’t try to sweet talk you or lecture you into sleeping.

No, if he really wants to get you to listen, he will have to trick you into it.

Almost like a hunter watching his prey, Ibara leans against the doorway as he tries to come up with a flawless plan for his mission. Several empty cans are littered around the desk and he can already smell the aroma of coffee from so far away. You had your fist in your hair, and every once in a while you had to stretch your muscles awkwardly from the lack of movement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a break?” he walks towards you, peeking over your shoulder at the work you’re struggling with. It’s yet another project for the other units, and you seem to be stuck in a dilemma.

“I don’t feel like sleeping without finishing this,” you say.

“Right, but I think you added an extra 0 here,” he points at the paper you're working on, where the value had been increased tenfold because of your negligence.

“Oh goodness,” you sigh deeply, immediately erasing the zero. “How amateurish of me,”

Ibara watches as you rub the space between your eyes, trying to soothe the looming headache that was making your work even harder. “It feels like all the muscles in my body died,”

“You’ve been sitting for hours after all,” Ibara suddenly smiles, his eyes diminishing into thin slits. You don’t need to hear anything to know that he’s plotting something behind the smile. “What if I give you a short massage?”

Well… that is unexpected.

“A massage,” you repeat.

“That’s right,”

Now that is interesting. You’ve heard from Hiyori about how good Ibara’s massages are for more times than you can count, and it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. It just keeps slipping your mind. A massage sounds just as appealing as a five star meal right now considering how tired your limbs feel.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it,”

“Fine,”

His smile widens even more. “Alright then! Please get onto the bed,”

“You wanna do it on the bed?” you frown. “I’ll fall asleep,”

“It’s not gonna be long,”

This sounds way too risky especially with the amount of work that’s still unfinished, but his grin is unwavering, as if he already knows what your answer will be.

“God, alright,” you admit defeat and throw yourself onto the bed face first. There is a moment of quiet shuffling before Ibara settles himself behind you, making sure he isn't crushing you under his weight. His hands find their way to your back, and start working their magic.

"Normally I would get massage oils, but that'll be for next time," Ibara says in a low voice, as if trying to lull you to sleep. Hiyori was right about his skills -- you don't think you've ever had a massage so satisfying before. Somehow, he just knows where to knead and how much pressure to put. With every passing minute your muscles are getting looser, as is your mind. You almost feel bad experiencing this for free.

You're about to fall asleep when something suddenly jolted your consciousness, like a big slap to your face. You have no idea how long you've been laying down in that hazy state, but you've still got work to do.

"That was the most incredible massage ever but I have to work now…" is what you're trying to say, but the words come out too jumbled and incoherent to be understood. When you try to get up, Ibara presses you back down, insisting that he's not done with the massage yet.

"I'm going to fall asleep for real," you argue weakly as your body slumps back into the mattress. Ibara watches as your words cease and your face loosens up, mouth slightly ajar as you finally indulge yourself to sleep. Maybe you'll be mad at you in the morning, but seeing you rest makes everything worth it.

Leo

This is so, so ridiculous.

You've been telling Leo to go to bed for the past two hours, but did he listen? Evidently not, seeing as he's clinging to your arm with half-lidded eyes that are failing him every two seconds.

"Just go to sleep first, kay? I still have tons of stuff to do," you flip the pile of complicated documents around, not wanting to spare them another glance. Alas, there isn't much time left before your work is due, and the only way you can think of to tackle this is to keep pushing through no matter how worn out your body feels.

Your head is throbbing and somehow your sight just won't focus. You're pretty sure you're starving too, but you feel no incentive to leave your seat and grab snacks. No, you have to finish your work as soon as possible.

This might've been a lot easier if not for Leo. In the middle of your working he suddenly jolted awake and whined about wanting to cuddle with you. It's no surprise though, considering how often the two of you cling to each other during your sleep, but tonight just doesn't work out.

"Aren't you tired too? I can't sleep without you…" Leo mumbles.

"Pretty sure you're falling asleep as you speak," you say, even though you shouldn't be the one talking right now, not when you're also getting groggy just from his warmth and presence.

When you turn to look at him, his face is squished against your arm, mouth slightly ajar as he snores. To prevent him from waking up again, you decide to tuck him in.

Which is a big mistake, because just the sight of the bed is enough to knock you out. Also because Leo's not letting go of your arm even in his sleep.

"Come to rest, please…" he mumbles quietly and you sigh. Trying to work when your body is screaming isn't going to do much anyway, you suppose, and you flop yourself onto the mattress with the boy. Leo may be childish at times, but everything he does comes from wishing for your wellbeing.

Tatsumi

Lying to Tatsumi feels like committing the worst crime ever, but the guilt of going to sleep with your work still unfinished is even greater.

That explains why you're here under the dim light of the desk lamp against Tatsumi's advice, trying to fight the sleepiness getting to your head as you type away on the keyboard. Just a few more pages and you will go to sleep, you decide, but 'a few more pages' is looking a lot like five essays right now.

You lean back against the chair, throwing your head back. You dare not close your eyes, because you're sure a second longer than an usual blink and you'll be a goner.

"Come on, come on…" you return to the original position, shoulders slumped and eyes squinting as you try to string sentences together. What is usually an easy task has become an impossible mission, and the voice at the back of your head suggesting you to give up isn't any help.

Absorbed in your work, you fail to notice the ruffling of the blanket and the shuffling of slippers behind you. When Tatsumi sets his hands on the back of your chair and calls you, you flinch dramatically.

"Oh," you sigh after calming down. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," he says. "I thought you agreed to go to sleep,"

You grimace at his words that remind you how you made a false promise with him when all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. "I know I did, but I couldn't really fall asleep thinking of all this stuff," you gesture vaguely at the screen.

"I don't think you're doing well though,"

As if trying to prove his point, a yawn escaped your lips and tears blurred your vision. "I suppose not,"

He sits back onto the bed, reaching out so that he can hold your hands in his. "It's no use trying to work in your current state, you know? I know that you're feeling stressed out from all the work piling up, but rest is important for your productivity too. And I'd hate to see you overworking yourself," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's go to bed first, and we'll tackle whatever's on your plate tomorrow, alright?"

He doesn't have to say much to sway you. It's one of his charms anyways -- being able to persuade you without even trying.

Arashi

Arashi glances at the clock. 1am. You've been working at your desk since 8, and she can see that you're already starting to fall asleep.

"Sweetheart? You should go rest," she says softly, resting her arms on your shoulders from behind. This brings your mind back to the present, and you sigh realizing that you've zoned out once again.

"Is this due soon?" Arashi asks.

"Not quite, but I don't want to pile everything up. I'm supposed to finish this part today but so many things happened that hindered my plans," you rub you the corners of your eyes. "And I'm already feeling tired,"

"Then you should probably sleep, right? Lack of sleep can mess your face up easily," she turns to cup your face, professionally observing your skin and missing the blush on your face. "You still look cute, but I'd be really sad if you became a victim of sleep deprivation~"

Her voice sounds light and casual, but you can tell that she's genuinely worried about your health. You pull her into a hug, burying your head in her clothes. She always gives the best hugs, hugs that understands you without having to exchange words, hugs that reassure you and rid you of anything on your mind, that remind you even if the world turned its back on you, you'd still have a home to come to.

"Let's go to bed," you suggest, voice woozy.

"Sure, but let's do some skincare routine first!"

You always enjoy doing routines with her even though you're never one to pay much attention to yourself. But something about her being close and taking care of your face makes you feel at ease, and with her soft hands working on your cheeks, you quickly fall asleep.

Noticing your dropping head, Arashi lets out a sigh before carrying you in her arms, planting a light kiss on your forehead

"Sweet dreams, my love,"

Keito

When you started dating Keito, Kuro was quite delighted. One because he never believed someone could actually put up with the man, and two because someone can finally keep an eye on his atrocious working schedule.

What he didn't expect though, is that you're just as much of a hard worker as Keito.

As the night passes, the two of you are still working incessantly. Except from the occasional small talks, there's only the sound of paper and keyboard in the room. The tea he brewed a while ago has already been emptied. You turn to look at the green-haired man, and although you can only see his back, he doesn't seem to be too affected by all this work. Perhaps his monstrous workload back in Yumenosaki Academy has turned him into a machine who doesn't feel tired.

But that can't be true. Surely, overworking a lot doesn't make you immune to it. Keito may not be vocal about how he feels, but he's still a human, and he's bound to feel tired,

The tapping sound on his end pauses abruptly as he turns to you, only to meet your observing eyes. This startles him a bit, and you let out a small chuckle.

"You should go rest-" he glances at the clock on the wall and frowns. "-it's already so late,"

"You're one to talk," you retort.

"I can still function without sleeping, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard,"

There it is again. He never seems to acknowledge his own weaknesses, only paying attention to others as he hides his feelings inside the myriad of work thrown at him each day.

"No one can 'function without sleeping', Keito. You're not a superman,"

"..."

Keito's shoulders are still tense, but he seems to be deep in thought as he isn't working on the computer either. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head and resumes typing. Perhaps he's reminded of his responsibilities, of the various roles that he plays, and how he can't afford to let anyone down.

As always, it's hard to move Keito. You brush it off and turn back to your work.

It isn't until Keito stands up to get himself a new mug of tea that he realizes how drained you look. Your eyelids are drooping and even from far away he can notice errors on the computer screen. Your figure is slouched, leaning towards the table like you just want to fall asleep right there but can't.

"You should really go to bed," Keito walks to you, hand resting on the chair's rail.

"Are you going to come with me?"

"What?"

"Are you going to come to bed with me?" you repeat.

"I still have work,"

"Then I'm not gonna rest yet,"

Keito raises his brows. "Are you threatening me with your own health?"

"If this is what I need to do for you to rest, then so be it,"

Silence fills the room. He watches as you tap away on the keyboard, re-typing every once in a while because your fingers just can't seem to find the keys. It's almost painful to watch.

"How incorrigible," Keito sighs. "Alright. Let's go,"

You jump to your feet immediately, dragging him to the bedroom. "No sneaking out after I fall asleep, okay? You have to rest for real,"

"Fine," Keito grunts.

The moment his head falls onto the pillow, he swears he can slip into dreamland right away. You throw your arm across his torso and he instinctively rests his head atop yours, listening as your breathing becomes more and more calm.

The both of you may be hopeless cases, but you always find a way to hold each other up.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #natsume sakasaki #ibara saegusa #leo tsukinaga #arashi narukami #tatsumi kazehaya #keito hasumi #sie writes

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voidcat · 3 years

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– three cheers

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, you

warnings: non,, just mentions of drinking,, maybe dazai lowkey ooc? idk im tired its midnight

a/n: certain cheap wines with slightly above average alcohol level that hits rather fast are mimiced as "dog killer" here... dont worry no dog was ever harmed, at least, not that i know of. happy birthday dazai lets listen to twin fantasy at 3am next time <3

when dazai heard a knock on his door in the middle of the night, he had little idea as to what the cause might be.

and out of all the possible scenarios that couldv'e taken place, he certainly didn't expect to see chuuya and you standing,

–you with a huge grin on your face, a telltale sign that you are up to no good; and chuuya, hands stuffed in his pockets, head turned to the side, looking bored with his hunched shoulders.

"not that i'm not happy to see you but what is the mea-" dazai begins before he can finish.

something big, flat and hard pushed onto his chest, you throw your hands up: "happy birthday!"

that sure is one way to put it, and it seems he has forgotten, again.

"before you begin with the refusals, hear me out! alright? alright!" it's almost funny how energetic you sound right now, compared to the state you are often in during the day.

"so, it is simple. here, in your hands is a vinyl of Bury Me At Makeout Creek and here-" hands stopped midair, you turn to chuuya quickly, opening and closing your palm to his face.

("where is it?" you hurriedly whisper as chuuya reaches for whatever it was kept between his right arm and side.)

"and here is a bottle of, uh, what did they call it there again?" another look shot at chuuya for help but he just rolls his eyes. pushing the bottle to dazai, you shake your head with a shrug.

another action fall short as you snap your fingers with an 'aha!' "dog killer! at least, that's the best i could translate it, i suppose."

dazai cannot help but perk up at the unusual title of the wine. when looking at the bottle, nothing of the sorts seem to come to eye.

his reaction must've caught your attention. "nevermind the name. just know that it's like, cheap wine that hits quickly, y'know?" he takes another look at the bottle with a rather unattentive bow on top and the vinyl you've wrapped up nicely.

"so here's how it'll go down.-" cheeriness put aside, a sense of graveness takes hold of your voice.

"at around 2am, you'll put on this vinyl, and don't worry, you can use my record player, it's set up in your room already." he figures he doesn't want to learn when or how you found a way in... one can ony hope it wasn't at a bad moment.

"then open this bottle of wine and chug it," you raise your index and point at it as you say so, "-as you listen to the songs over and over. and think." from pointing to poking, you do so as if stabbing him. "really think, over the lyrics, over yourself. i dont care whether it's self projection or seeing others in it as long as you get the full experience of it."

as you speak, your presence stands out more with each note you hit, chuuya blends into the background more and more, and what else to be expected when his body screams 'i was dragged here!'.

but the two of you know him better than this, to the point if he wished to stay at his place, he would so, that nothing could drag him, not even god itself, if it exists.

dazai cannot help as a little smile makes way to his face. to how serious you've gotten all of a sudden when talking about mitski or how chuuya took the time to dress and accompany you in the middle of the night.

"hey! don't make that face." your agitated voice snaps him out of his thoughts, as well as chuuya. "we all know how you rest your ear against my door whenever i'm blasting this album at 3am. do you know how hard it was to find? i got it for you before myself..." you shake your head with crossed arms.

rubbing over his ear, chuuya gives you a glare "warn me next time you're gonna scream, won't you?"

flaring up your hand to his face, you brush him off with a 'sure sure, whatever you say.'

it's weird, and joyful. chuuya keeps glaring at you, growing more and more impatient, while you jump from one expression to another, definitely too much and too quick to handle in the late hours of the night.

still, dazai wants to smile, or laugh at how the two of you bicker by his door. he wants to do something, say something, but he's not sure what it is. he wasn't even expecting this to be honest and he is still somewhat convinced he is currently stuck in a dream.

he cannot recalling telling you his birthday, ever, so it must've been chuuya to inform you of it.

he catches onto a "what am i even doing here with you to nutjobs anyway?" from chuuya, as you poke his side, making him jump for the second time, and let out a cheery "because you love us, don't ya!"

turning his head away in a blink to avoid your and dazai's gazes, chuuya shoves his hands back into his pockets rather harshly this time. quietly he mumbles something about the two of you being the 'banes of his damned existence' and 'what a mistake it was', followed by typical words and curses he lets out until his muttering halts as he stares at the two of you with wide eyes.

"...w- what are you two idiots staring at?" is all chuuya can let out before you clap your hands in excitement. "he didn't deny it!" you yell at dazai while he picks up from where you've left with a "look at this, chuuchuu loves us!"

one second covering his ears and next his fists balled up at both sides, moving in anger, chuuya tries to get over the loud musings of the two of you.

('w- wha-? no! thats not what i said! hey are you assholes even listeni-)

dazai spots the tears coming from your eyes, not that you're bothering to hide them now, as chuuya still jumps in his place but you all know the tantrum he is throwing is fake.

cluthing the items to his chest again, dazai speaks with a gentler and quiter voice: "well, in honor of chuuya admitting to loving us,"

("-hey! who said anything 'bout admitting!" chuuya's squealing falls on deaf ears)

"and of you getting older, don't you forget it!" you sneak in,

"sure sure, that too." dazai chuckles. no point in trying to make you forget it, or you forbid, allow dazai and chuuya forget.

to his dismissive tone, you cross your arms again but your expression tells you're not angry at him. "why don't you two come inside and we can act out that plan of yours together?" he completes his suggestion.

"we're gonna need more than one bottle, ya'know," chuuya snatches the bottle from him as he smiles and makes way inside, patting his arm as he passes dazai.

"i'll set this up then." you grab the vinyl, albeit, less harsher. "and i'm sure i've hidden a bottle of vodka somewhere here." you call out to chuuya.

maybe it's time dazai did a little inspection at his place after all...

"happy birthday again osamu." you say to him with a smile, smaller than the ones you've granted them so far, but one that reflects into your eyes as well.

dazai decides in this moment, as he leans against the door frame and watch the two of you run around to prepare as if it's your place, that maybe birthdays aren't so bad after all.

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straydawg-writing · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 3—

"Don't they have anything at least a LITTLE flattering? I get they're like hippie-extremists, but not all of us want to look like a sack of potatoes," you complained, swiping through their clothing racks that screamed no-potential-whatsoever.

You'd finally arrived at NGL headquarters, only for them to make the three of you throw out your phones and clothes. It's like they were still living in the 18th century.

"It's only clothes. Just pick whatever," Killua replied while browsing through the selection, though he looked equally as aggravated and bored. He did have at least some style that he wanted to upkeep.

Gon on the other hand didn't seem to care.

"You think they have anything green?" He wondered out loud.

You pulled out a set of white pants with a blue long sleeves top.

"Hey Killua."

"Yeah?"

You shoved the set into his arms, giving him a bright smile.

"Try this on, I think it would match your eyes well."

"Idiot. The Chimera Ants won't be looking at my eyes when we're fighting them." Pink dusted his cheeks as he looked to the side, avoiding eye contact.

He bought the outfit without even trying it on.

Gon pouted. "Wait, what about me?"

You pulled out two more similar sets. One was a pair of green pants and a white tank top, while the other was burgundy pants with a black top. That one was yours.

"We can all match!" You grinned, relieved you finally found something that wouldn't make you all look like homeless children. "Well, sort of." The sets were still different colors, but they retained the same general style.

"Oh, great idea Y/N! I'll go change into it now," Gon beamed, nearly skipping all the way to the changing room with his brand new green pants. It was about time he put on something different for a change, you inwardly joked.

Killua was already walking back from the stalls when Gon ran past him.

"Wow Killua, look at that drip~" You whistled, checking out his new outfit.

"You're so hopeless," he sighed, bonking the top of your head.

You rubbed where he had hit and stuck out your tongue, pretending to be hurt. It was the truth though, he looked really good in the outfit you had picked out. Peeking at him while he wasn't looking, you discovered that the tight-skinned long sleeves accentuated his arms in a way you'd never noticed before, hugging his lean muscles. You were right about the royal-colored shirt bringing out his pretty blue eyes. And the way his pale skin and white hair contrasted them even looked a little heavenly...

God, what were you thinking? If Killua heard you right now he'd hit you over the head another 20 times over. You looked to the floor, hoping he wouldn't see your growing blush.

After all three of you had changed into your new clothes, the hunt for the Chimera Ants began. Kite was on his own horse, while the rest of you fit on the second one due to your small frames. You were holding onto Gon's torso as he took control of the reins.

He was like a natural, his whole body moving in sync with the horse in strong determination. You trusted him, knowing that wouldn't just let you topple over. You weren't really used to horses, as they weren't typically found roaming around the jungle.

Then there was Killua, who was standing stick-straight on the horse like it was nothing.

"How do you even do that?!" You called out over the sound of galloping hooves.

"Huh, Do what? You mean this?" Killua smirked, doing a handstand.

You couldn't believe him. The boy had no fear at all.

"You're crazy," you stated, turning around to face Killua and leisurely leaning your back against Gon.

You had finally mastered balancing on the horse without having to hold onto him— but you had nowhere as near the skill Killua did.

"Maybe I am, but you love it," he teased, still upside-down. Temptingly enough, his white locks of hair were hanging upside-down too.

Slowly, you leaned forward on the palm of your hands, steadily closing in the distance between you two.

"Sure, I do. You got me there," you cooed, catching him off guard.

"Huh.." He sweatdropped, turning bright red. Killua's balance was starting to wobble.

Then, exploiting his moment of weakness, you tugged on his hair knocking him over.

Satisfied, you rested against Gon again. Thankfully the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Show off," You said, sticking your nose in the air.

"Man, that was so unfair!" Killua whined, sitting back down on the horse and dragging his hands down his face.

You crossed your arms, ready to deliver some witty comeback, when you noticed some bees in the distance that looked like they were carrying something. Squinting your eyes, you saw that they were flying in closer.

"Hey guys, look at that," you pointed out. The horses stopped as one of the bees dropped the paper in Kite's hand.

Help!!

Chimera Ant Nest, Rocky Area

Notify Hunter Association!!

An SOS? And it appeared to be written in blood.

You cast a worried glance at Gon, who looked disturbed.

"It's Ponzu..."

Ponzu...? The name wasn't familiar to you at all. That must be somebody Killua and Gon knew from before you had met them.

The bee fluttered defeatedly around you before making its landing on your ring finger. Kite made the decision to leave the horses, with a message for the Hunter Association.

Even though they ran faster on foot, it didn't take much time until you came across an unsettling scene.

Or, what was left of Ponzu.

Blood soaked the ground. Articles of ripped-up clothing scattered the dirt, and there was not even a bone in sight. The putrid smell of iron overwhelmed your nostrils.

It was fresh blood.

If you had arrived even 15 minutes earlier, maybe Gon and Killua's friend would not have so barbarically killed. You felt sick to your stomach.

'This wasn't done by a human'

"This was done by a Chimera Ant," Kite finished your thought.

The look on Gon's face scared you. Most of the time, Gon was a sweet boy on a journey to find his father. But sometimes, you could spot a festering darkness threatening to take over his very being. You knew he would never tolerate his friends getting hurt, but you couldn't help but wonder if Gon was self-sacrificing, or perhaps selfish?

"I hate to consider the possibility, but it's possible that NGL's underground rulers have already been fed to the queen. What will happen if Chimera Ants are born with their genes..?" Kite trailed off, studying one of the bullet casings in the murder scene.

An unprecedented biohazard never seen before in human history, is what that meant. The worst-case scenario had just happened.

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That wasn't the last disturbing scene the four of you came across. In front of you now were three decaying horses, each speared through the stomach by its own tree. They resembled grilled chicken and steak kebabs.

The scent was even worse than the last incident. This time, they were rotting. Killua and you both covered your noses, in an attempt to block out the stench.

"It's like a morning sacrifice," Gon stated.

You remembered what that was. Back at home, sometimes birds would impale their prey on sharp objects like branches. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was the circle of life. What kind of monster could do this to not just one, but three 1,000 ton horses?

Your question was answered quicker than you had hoped.

"Trash. Those are mine!" The monster in question growled as he stepped foot out of the dense forest.

He looked like an overgrown bunny, with wings of a bird, thick-ass thighs, and seaweed green hair. And as for the vibe he gave off? You could safely assume he was just a stupid man-child.

"Wow. You're ugly," you deadpanned.

"You wanna say that again little brat?" He snarled, making the first move and charging right after you.

You quickly dodged his attack, but not before he came in contact with your arm. That was gonna leave a bruise.

Kite activated his aura, temporarily distracting the bunny-monster. It seemed to have noticed the change in atmosphere.

No way...was it possible? Had it already learned about the power of nen?

"Y/N, Gon, Killua... You three must deal with him yourselves. We'll be encountering more Chimera Ant soldiers like him. I won't be able to help you during combat, so if you can't defeat him, you will have to leave." Kite stepped back from the fight.

You nodded, Gon and Killua mirroring you. The three of you understood what hung in the fate of this fight.

"We told you before Kite, we're pros, not just kids!"

In sync, you all activated your nen together.

"Did you hear that bunny? I'm about to blow off those weird speedos of yours into the next dimension." You raised your hand in front of you, manipulating the wind to blow him away with every step that you advanced.

Killua was already in the air, prepared to test his thunder-bolt. In a flash of blue, dozens of lightning strikes were being zapped into the ant, immobilizing him. Gon's charged punch was enough to send him flying across the sky.

You saw his tail-puff shrink and sparkle in the distance as he was about to disappear, until something fast and unidentifiable swept him away.

Someone had been watching.

"He let his soldier do the fighting so that he could learn our abilities," Kite explained while walking towards the three of you again.

Gon and Killua looked disappointed. You hadn't even gotten a chance to use much of your powers during that fight. If you had finished it off, would that have been enough to prove yourselves?

"Are you coming?"

You looked up at Kite.

"There's no need to feel down, your attacks weren't that bad. You just need experience now. If you wish to become stronger, this is a perfect opportunity... But if you aren't prepared, you won't be able to endure it. Whether we win or lose, hell lies ahead of us." Kite finished off, looking at each one of you in the eye with a resolute stare.

You knew that. Gon and Killua knew that also.

Even so, all three of you were prepared and eager to do whatever it takes to strengthen yourselves and help Kite save NGL.

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Kite looked serene as the light of the small campfire lit up his features. He and Gon had caught some fish for dinner earlier, while Killua and you set up camp. Now, you sat brushing arms with Killua, who was sitting next to Gon, who was huddled up close to Kite. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas singing in the trees and the thoughts running through you and your friend's minds.

There was a lot to think about.

Gon and Killua hadn't even been given the time to grieve over the loss of their past acquaintance, before being hit with the hard-hitting truth that the Ants were already evolving at a nightmarish rate. Nobody knew how many had gone missing or even more so been eaten. Yet everyone knew that the death count had already surpassed comprehensible numbers. Most likely, not everybody here would make it out alive.

But, the three of you consistently have proven the odds wrong. You held onto that fact like you held onto your pendant.

It reassured you.

It was obvious that the three of you had become inseparable over the past two years.

After you met Gon and Killua at Heaven's Arena, you'd never left each other's side.

Nobody would be going home without the other, because you had all found home within each other.

"Hey, Kite? What was your dad like?" Gon asked.

Kite looked up at the boy, surprised by the sudden question. Turning his eyes to the starry night sky, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

"I didn't know him. He disappeared when I was a child."

Gon hummed, waiting for Kite to continue. He knew that feeling too. It was an icy and empty feeling, not having a father figure in your life to guide you, praise you.

"I have very few memories of him, but they've all muddled together by now. Sometimes I can't tell if they're real or if I've convinced myself they are."

"....I think Ging would thank you."

This brought Kite's attention back to Gon.

"Thank me for what?"

"Well... You've been like a sort of mentor for me ever since we met, back on Whale Island. If it weren't for you, I would never have even become a hunter. Maybe I'm just a kid, but the past month it felt like I.. like I had a dad."

Your heart ached for Gon, who had been searching this whole time for his father in everyone he met and everything he saw. Gently, you placed your hand over his and squeezed it, wishing you could be of more comfort to him. Wishing you could turn back time and bring Ging back to his home, to Gon.

Kite's eyes softened as he looked at the boy, who offered a wobbly smile.

"Ging would be proud of you," he said, ruffling Gon's spiky hair.

That night, the glimmering moonlight had brought out your most vulnerable selves. You felt a honey-like warmth grow inside of you— a new member had just been added to your family. Killua seemed content, happy that his friend was smiling. And Gon's eyes matched the twinkling stars as he looked up to Kite like he was the most wonderful thing.

It was a special night. You knew deep down that you would treasure it, for a long time to come.

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