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andraxicated · 2 years

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screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

Pairings: gojo, toji, nanami, geto x f! reader

Synopsis: kissing and fighting scenarios with jjk men in various settings

a/n: all i see is jjk filth hmmm *insert dwayne johnson eyebrow meme*

obvsly aged up characters

milestone event masterlist

kissing in the bathtub with gojo

the sea of blinking gold looks rather incredible while soaking in the bathtub of your friend's penthouse, but nothing can beat the taste and smoothness of the wine gliding inside your tongue. how many glasses have you had? you don't know, all you could think about was how good this wine was as you treat it like water.

"wow, is drinking so much better than talking to me?" the reverie shatters as that white-haired blue eyed non-drinker giant opens his annoying mouth. your eyes open elegantly, still in the ridiculous drunken impression of being a high-class lady. perhaps this was your subconscious wanting to fit in with satoru's world, the lady that his family would want. as they say, your true self reveals when you're drunk and uncaring of the world; the liquid courage.

"satoru!" gojo winces at your echoing voice bouncing off the walls in his luxury bathroom. "what??!" he replies with an equally loud voice that scrunches your face cutely. but the smile on his face doesn't last long as your next words shocked him to the core.

"when are we going to put a label on us?"

you say boldly while staring right into his soul, and the next moment the wine on your glass splashes on satoru's face. you stand up abruptly from the bathtub, then flashing gojo with your lower half that he hasn't recovered from the whiplash of shocking events. you get the bathrobe without explanation and wrap it around yourself because everything is slowly sinking in.

suddenly, you hear the sound of a person rising from the tub, and the next thing you know, the bathrobe is peeled off you and you're being carried by your bestfriend. gojo sets you back down on the bathtub, gets the bidet, and shoots it like a gun to your face.

you screech like a cat, grab the bidet from his hand and knock it against his head that this time it's satoru who screeches from the pain. "owwww!" "don't waste water!" you scream at him that he immediately looks up at your ridiculous reasoning.

frustration resonates within his body that he can't hold himself back anymore, his blue eyes make you feel the cold air hitting your wet skin. one audible gulp then your fingers turn off the faucet of the bidet, nervously not breaking eye contact with satoru.

"don't joke around like that" the bathroom falls silent with his low voice that you turn meek like a lamb. "i'm not joking" you say in small font. satoru only gets scary when he's angry, he's someone you don't want to anger. yet to him, it's like you're purposely angering him and toying with his feelings; and so, he won't hold back anymore.

'just this night, let me fucking taste wine and your lips'

he gently grabs your nape and pushes your lips to his own, the faint bittersweet wine enters satoru's tongue and he finally understands why people drown in alcohol. because it's addicting. just like kissing the one you long for.

you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck while his hand rests on your waist and squeezes the flesh. you moan from the stimulation and pull away from him, but he doesn't allow it as he pushes his head further to catch your lips with his mouth.

both of you made a promise that night to remind if the other forgot. but how would one forget such a moment so special?

kissing in the snow with toji

countless excuses to party with your friends yet you slip out the door and make it your cover story. you're actually meeting toji, the guy who's years older than you, and your constant fuck around these months. you met toji at a grocery store where he was trying to sweet-talk the cashier into letting go of his insufficient payment. it ended up in you intervening and paying for him, a car ride to the motel, fallen groceries on the floor, and him pounding you against the wall as a payment to his debt. because hey, he seemed like a good fuck.

that was a few months ago, now you're downing one last drink before exiting the premises to meet toji at the back. a puff of smoke mixing with the cold air from the familiar alleyway and you know it's him. your heart rate gets faster and a happy kind of feeling wraps you as you start picking up your pace. "found you!" your youthful voice booms to surprise toji, his mature and unsurprised demeanor a stark contrast to yours.

"you found me" his husky voice sends shivers down your spine, a charm that could get any woman he wants. but he's here, toji is here grinning and throwing away his cig, feet stomping the stick while holding your head between his palms for a kiss.

one hand leaves your face and lightly traces the side of your breast, going down to unzipping your jacket, lifting your shirt below, and caressing your tummy. you don't even get to moan because toji swallows whatever noise you're making, his amazing kissing skills a stimulant between your legs. but the chilly wind bites at your tummy and you make him put it down. you pull away and reveal a string of saliva that toji reconnects with a light peck; did his eyes seem soft or was that just the lighting? anyway—"toji, I'm getting cold" you whine with a scrunched face as toji looks up to the sky and chuckles.

"yeah, because it's the first snow" then it made you whip your head so quickly to watch the unique little snowflakes floating in the air; a sight that always made you feel happy as a child. toji looks back down on your awe-stricken figure, he thinks it's ridiculous because it's just snow but whatever makes you happy is fine with him.

"they say you get to be together with the one you watch the first snowfall with" you say out of the blue that it snaps him out of admiring you. "bullshit" he says without thinking that you widen your eyes and turn back to him. toji kinda felt bad but it's really how he feels.

"what if it's true?" and yet you always retort his ideas, he admires you for that. "it's not"—is this how older people think? he can indulge you for a moment but he chose to shut you down that it leaves a hole in your heart. efforts to level up your relationship always go down the drain; at this point, your patience is thinning.

"i understand, im going back inside since it's getting cold." you don't want to ruin a good scenery like this with him, so you opt to go back inside the club. he was already facing your back when he suddenly spoke up: "i'm not good with words" three steps closer. "i don't know how proper relationships work" two steps closer. "and i can't give you what you want, so i'm sorry" one step closer, and that was the tipping point in which you turn around in such close proximity.

"you can give me that, you just won't let yourself" you say in a strong voice, slapping the truth in his face. toji looks stressed as he passes a hand on his face, a mannerism that you're frustrated with someone; it hurts but what else do you expect from this fucked up relationship.

"you attend a nice university, you have supportive parents, you have everything I didn't have when I was young. are you seriously going to throw all that for a bummer like me?" toji puts his hand in his pocket, searching for his cig and his ligther.

"i don't-" "yeah drown in poverty with me, i don't even have a stable job." silence ensues as he finally found the pair in his messy pockets, nonchalant expression taking a peek at your dropping face; it pains him to know your dealbreaker but that's just how the world works. he has lived enough on how to deal with things like this.

you're bright and full of youth, a bright future ahead of you. toji thinks he should've ran away with his groceries when he found out his money was short, life would not be complicated then.

"you said i have a bright future..." your fiery attitude never fails to surprise him; toji drops the cig he takes out and looks at you dumbfounded, heart abnormally skipping a beat. "we can share that future!" your naivety is amazing that it leaves him at a loss for words and gasping for air. "kid, are you serious?!"

he knows you hate that name that he uses it to snap out whatever fantasy you're having, but toji should know you're being serious about this. "don't call me kid" this man really—god, you hate him when he's treating you like this.

you start to walk away but his big figure suddenly comes into view. "i asked you if you're serious" "i'm dead serious" annoying snowflakes keep on blocking his view the same way his heart blocks his mind. "then don't go running away when I want to keep you" toji goes for your lips and enters his tongue without asking; soft lips providing warmth for the snowfall as he keeps on devouring your mouth, not wanting to let you go.

white light snowflakes decorate the surrounding as he pushes you against the brick wall, burying his face onto your neck as you two stand there in the blissful warmth of each other's arms.

kissing in the rain with nanami

"(y/n), where are you going?"

you don't answer him as this stupid employee of yours runs after you when you clearly need space. should you fire him? no, wait he's about to leave the company in a few months! plus, he's already training a new guy to become his replacement, all of this done without your knowledge as his superior and his girlfriend.

"go back inside" a curt command falls from your mouth, one that nanami ignores because he knows you don't mean it. you want to be chased and doted on, and he's so used to your dramatics that he quite enjoys chasing after you too.

"love, stop there. your headache is going to worsen if you keep frowning and running away from me." sweet words slip casually through nanami's lips that it lulls you to calm down. he catches up to you and turns you around to see your contorted face about to cry from the frustrations of work and life.

he sighs while looking up at your head, tucking one strand of hair behind your ear and purposely grazing your skin with his fingers; a gesture that made your insides shiver whilst tightly clutching your handbag.

nanami's hand passes over your head like a soothing trick that eased the headache, it was his usual act when he feels your stress signals; later on to be revealed that he was a sorcerer of some kind to which you blurt out laughing. turns out it was true the more he takes away the heaviness on your head.

then his hand rests on the back of your head as he pushes you gently onto his chest. the onslaught of your favorite men's perfume attacks you when you fall into his embrace, it was the first thing you gave him when you two started dating; until now he kept spraying it but secretly buys the refills himself.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling because you were supposed to be angry remember? yet, the thrill and comfort of knowing the company dinner is just a building away; with the ceo's daughter and an employee like nanami being intimate without care...it just takes away the repressed feelings you both have.

but not everything should be pacified, you need to lay the problem on the table. you pull away from him and speak: "why didn't you tell me? i wouldn't have been so upset if you told me in advance."

"well..." "well?" you pry for an answer, seconds pass but nanami doesn't open his mouth.

and you knew exactly why. "did my father know about us? did he threaten you?!" you scream exactly as lightning then thunder hums in the sky.

little droplets of rain grow into bigger ones as nanami tries to get you two to shelter; but you won't budge as you plop down on the ground, tears mixing with the rain.

"what are you going to do now?" you sob out as you look at him pitifully but it's nanami who's looking down at a spoiled child who breaks down every little thing thrown at her. "are you going to be some sorcerer-masseuse who relieves people from stress?"

nanami can't help but laugh at the absurdity of your claims. you're the only person who could break a smile in that hard wall of his. he shakes his head and gets you up by your feeble arms; the rain sticks your clothes to your body that nanami spots something underneath, making him blush.

"you go in first, I'll follow suit-" "no fucking way babe, we're going in together hand in hand" "no stop-" sometimes he talks a little too much doesn't he? and so, you pull his face into your mouth and smash both of your lips together so fucking hard that it hurts so good.

the alcohol in your system takes advantage of your bold, bratty side and reveals it to your boyfriend, who very much enjoys it as well when he grips your waist a little too tight. tongues licking each other, buds not knowing if they taste water or lips, it's—it's just so fucking messy that you both just laugh because this is your unusual selves.

in the rain where visions are obscured, nanami sees the clear reason why he's going back to the jujutsu world. you may not understand but it was always done to protect you.

kissing in the moonlight with geto

how many times have you looked his way? toned abs, muscular legs, half-up long hair, and slit eyes that catch your gaze every time you take a sneak at him. god, you're not qualified to be a secret agent. could you be more obvious of how you like him by your fidgets?

this party at the beach club became uncomfortable when your dear friends left you to hook up with some guy; and no matter how much you get approached by half-naked men, you turn it down and casually move to another part of the beach to wallflower.

because holy shit, you've never seen such an attractive man in your life that potentially likes you too! it's always men liking you but you don't like them back that ruins the chances of you ever getting a boyfriend. yet, tonight it feels oddly weird that you're immediately pulled into this stranger who keeps exchanging glances with you.

you're thinking of how to approach that fine guy, he's already behind you, smiling. "hey" his sweet rake voice that you're so used to hearing become so distinguished as geto captivates you with his overwhelming charm by offering a drink.

you know his type, laying it down low just to strike at the right moment, then strip that bikini down your body. and you'd let him do it anyway; ah, the things handsome men could get away with. "you wanna go for a walk?" "yeah, sure" geto sweetly asked you for a walk then made you not be able to walk the next day—the audacity!

turns out, he's some local surfer from the island that made you think about ripping your flight back home apart.

the romance died down as you get thrown back into the busy city life. forgot geto, forgot that island as you spend the rest of the months shoving houses up your client's noses.

out of all the people you could be selling houses to...it had to be him, freaking geto suguru! the hookup from the island where you had a fun time on the sand. you suddenly feel so small amidst his large figure despite being established in the real estate industry, yet it kinda hurts that he was acting like he didn't know you! but to be fair, you're acting like you didn't know him too.

"so? are you going to take this house? it has a big pool and a nice view which you're looking for. it's probably the only one-" "can we go back to the pool?" geto cuts you off with an irked tone that flustered you but nonetheless, "yes" you agree to him as your heels clack albeit louder this time.

"this is it, you can clearly see the moon...sir?" you spin around in confusion when you see geto standing far away from you, hands in his pockets as his eyes narrow evenly at you.

"why are you acting like you don't know me?" "excuse me?" he scoffs at your response like it's some joke. "did my techniques leave a bad taste in your mouth?" geto's voice gave a hint of playfulness as you fully understand what he meant; leaving your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. finally, you got some voice back only to lose to his game, ideas of clapping back a witty response flung out the window.

"this is highly inappropriate-" "(y/n)" he drawls out your name as he approaches you slowly that you're insides are lit aflame from the flashbacks of how he groaned your name. "wanna go for a swim?" scam. you know this isn't going to end up swimming. he looks absolutely stunning when he takes off his clothes like he's not in the middle of buying a house.—but you're just the same; you give in and take off your blouse and skirt, chucking them somewhere to have some fun time with your client. this was a clear violation of rules but who cares?

who the fuck cares when geto carries your legs and places them on his sides, lifting you up as you grip his shoulders and dive in for a kiss. the taste of unfamiliar metal enters your senses when you take a lick of his pierced lips. hot. the same goes for you when you take geto to the wall of the pool and pull away despite his protesting hold.

"i suddenly want to test my lungs" you say seductively that the air is knocked out of geto's chest from the amusement you give him. the way your happy eyes glistens from the moonlight, your reflections on the water, your face looking like a pool model...he thinks he has to grab this chance.

this house won't be housing a single man after all.

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yumimak · 1 year

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Anomaly- Chapter 3

Neteyam

“Keep up you guys!” Lo’ak yells back as we run through the forest.

The twins, who had been allowed to stay here almost one month ago, trail behind us. My brother and I take a turn, pushing back the rough plants for each other as we continue our run. Yet, it does not last long when we hear a loud, “Owwww!”

Lo’ak and I stop turning back to the twins, one of which, Noah, tries not to laugh as the other, Y/n, holds her face. “I am so sorry,” he tells her, attempting to keep his smile hidden.

“What happened?” I ask as we move closer to them.

“He let go of the leaf and it hit me in the face,” she says, her hand still covering her cheek.

“You’re probably fine,” Lo’ak says, getting closer so that he can move her hand away.

With her hand away, the red mark left in the shape of the plant's leaves is left on her cheek, “Oh, damn,” Noah says, finally letting his laugh out.

My brother laughs as well, making Y/n cross her arms and roll her eyes at them, “You guys are annoying.”

Two weeks ago, when the twins were officially allowed to be here by Mo’at and both my parents. Seeing as she was not excited for them to be staying here, my mother gave them a list of rules to follow. Like how they couldn’t wear na’vi clothes, or how they had to stay at the lab when they were not training with me or doing something for Norm. These rules were not permanent though, seeing as I was to train them to learn the way of our people.

It was a task given to me to test my abilities of being Olo’eyktan, and a task given to them because if they had fully learned our ways and could pass the rite of passage, they would officially become na’vi and a part of our clan.

The only thing was that they only had three months to learn what most of us trained our whole lives to be able to do. If they couldn’t pass the rite of passage by the end, they would be shunned away from the clan. Luckily for them, the RDA had trained them in combat which made them pretty agile already but the forest still was a difficult terrain to manage.

Our first week, the focus was fully understanding the importance of the senses. Na’vi have much stronger senses than the sky people, in turn, the twins did as well. These senses help us in every aspect of life, from hunting to identifying nearby danger. Though they knew they had the heightened ability to pick up on smells and sounds, they had not fully known the advantages of it or its importance in the life of a na’vi.

They were quick to understand and master that though, which is why we moved on to navigating the ground terrain. Learning how to move quickly despite the rocks, roots, and endless amount of bumps that could get in the way. Knowing how to move quickly through it all is a must for survival.

Since meeting them, I have learned more about the twins' lives back at the RDA. Nothing too personal, just that Y/n spent most of her time in the lab, where Noah would go out into the forest for missions. That’s how they would help keep the sky people away from us; Y/n would interfere with experiments they attempted and Noah would somehow manage to mess up the route and lead them away from our clan.

The difference between the two definitely stems from this. It’s why Noah had been able to adjust to the forest terrain much easier, only really having to work on his speed, whereas Y/n had never really been in the forest much before. But their differences balanced out, because where Noah knew how to navigate our terrain, Y/n knew a lot of the science behind it. Being around so much information in the labs made her a much more calculated person than her brother. And teachings from Norm allowed her to also have a pretty good understanding of our language and even a bit of our culture.

Despite their differences, the two of them have been pretty good navigating down here, despite the slight setback we had just encountered. “Are you alright?” I ask her.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, rubbing her cheek as the red mark slightly fades.

“Okay good,” I tell her before speaking to both her and her twin. “I think that we are good to move on.”

“To what?” Noah asks.

“Same thing as down here just,” I point up. “Up there.”

The twins follow my pointed finger and look up at the high trees. “Oh my,” Y/n mumbles.

“It’s basically the same thing,” Lo’ak tells her.

“Just do as we do,” I add.

Lo’ak is the first to climb a nearby tree, kicking off the trunk and jumping up onto a branch before using his leverage to propel him from one branch to another. I go after him although I only move to the first branch. When we look down the twins simply look at us as if we are crazy for expecting them to do the simple action. “You’ve got to be joking,” Y/n says.

“Come on, just try it!” Lo’ak calls down.

The twins look at each other seemingly deciding that Noah would go first through the glimpse. With a deep breath he runs towards the tree, jumping off it and reaching for the branch I stood on. He catches it, letting out a breath of relief before he pulls himself up onto the branch. He stabilizes himself before looking up to the branch that Lo’ak stood on, mentally preparing himself for the jump before he actually commits.

When he does commit it's a smooth jump that ends with him catching the side of the branch and pulling himself the rest of the way up. “Wooooo!” Lo’ak cheers, roughly patting Noah on the back as he stands. The boy pants, holding his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “Good job, bro!”

“Thank you,” he breathes before looking down at his sister. Lo’ak and I follow his lead, looking down at her.

She looks up at us as if she’s expecting us to do something. “We’re waiting on you,” I remind her.

“Oh.. yeah,” she speaks under her breath, seemingly getting snapped back into reality. She shakes her head and takes a few steps back as she removes her rings and slides them into her pocket, “Here goes nothing.”

She starts off running fast, kicking off the tree with a force that propels her up as she reaches for the branch. But despite how close she gets to it, she never fully makes it.

Terror flashes in her eyes as she realizes she’s about to free fall before they squeeze shut, a sharp squeal escaping her mouth. The sound is short lived though when she realizes she was not falling. Her eyes pop open instantly, finding mind before realizing I had caught her hand. She exhales a breath of relief. “Thank God,” she mumbles.

I feel my brows furrow as I lift her up and help place her on the branch next to me. “ I don’t know who God is.. but my name is Neteyam,” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah, sorry, sky people word,” she explains. “Thank you, Neteyam,” she corrects, my name falling effortlessly from her mouth.

“It’s no problem, you are very light and easy to catch.”

She almost smiles, “Thank you?”

I nod before continuing, “But since you are so tiny, you have to put more force in your jump. And don’t focus just on your legs, your entire body must propel you through each jump.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, taking my note before turning to the branch that each of our brothers had been waiting on. She bends her knees more when she jumps this time, pushing her entire body through the air when she jumps this time.

She catches the side of the next branch this time, squealing in excitement as she pulls herself up to stand with Lo’ak and Noah. I effortlessly jump over to them as well, joining in congratulating her before we continue moving through the branches. We move slowly as they get used to the type of jumps but for their first day, they did pretty good.

That night, our family sat around a fire, enjoying a small dinner together. With Spider at the lab tonight it was just the Sully’s. Like every night since they had arrived, the twins were brought up. Normally it was by my dad, simply asking how training was going until my mother had gotten sick of the topic. But this time it was brought up another way, by a younger Sully.

“When can I play with the twins?” Tuk asks.

My mom’s ears peak as she looks over to Tuk before she redirects herself to the food she began to poke at upsettingly, “They are not playmates, Tuk.”

“But they seemed so fun.”

The air stills at her words as all attention from our mother moves to Tuk, “When did you encounter them?”

Realizing her mistake, Tuk looks up, accidentally glimpsing at me before she looks up to our mom. “Oh no.”

“Neteyam, you brought them around Tuk?” My mother asks, moving her eyes to me.

My ears lower, “No, not exactly.”

“Then what exactly did you do?”

“They may have tagged along the first time Lo’ak and I went to get them from the lab.”

Her hand covers her forehead in frustration. “Of course Lo’ak was a part of this,” she sighs.

“Hey, I am not the one who dragged everyone along,” Lo’ak defends.

“I apologize, truly,” I cut in. “But mom, everyone was so excited, I did not want to disappoint.”

“We all begged him,” Kiri cuts in. “If anything it’s all our faults.”

“They just seem so cool!” Tuk whines.

“They are pretty cool,” I admit. “We have been working with them for almost a month, and I can say that they are very nice people.”

“We don’t know anything about them,” our mom hisses.

“You don’t know anything about them,”Lo’ak mumbles.

Both heads of our parents swing to look at him. “Lo’ak!” our father finally speaks, reprimanding Lo’ak because of his disrespectful words.

“What?” he questions. “I am right, you are judging them and you’ve never truly met them. If you had, you'd understand why Tuk wants to play with them.”

“You all understand I am trying to protect our family,” our mother explains. “The sky people have already taken so much from our clan.”

“But they aren’t sky people,” Tuk pouts. “They are only a little different than us.”

My mom sighs as my dad interjects, “I agree with them, honey.”

His words shock all of us, especially our mom as she swings her head to look at him, hitting him in his arm, “You dare take their side over me?”

He laughs a bit, placing a gentle hand on her arm, “I am not picking them over you. I am simply saying that I agree they can’t be that bad. Neteyam has spent almost a month with them, I think we can trust his judgment on this one.”

“Pleeeeeeease!” Tuk begs.

Our mom finally, though unwillingly, breaks. “Fine, you may all hang around the twins. But let it not get in the way of their training or distract any of you from your duties,” she says, sounding almost like our father.

“Is she understood?” the man himself asks.

“Understood,” we all chime out, excited about our mothers words.

- - -

“When are they going to get here?” Spider impatiently asks.

“Soon,” I sigh.

“How do you know that?”

“I just do,” I grit out.

“But h-”

“Stop questioning me!”

“Okay, okay,” he mumbles. “Someone’s grumpy.”

“Maybe we should have just guided them here, bro,” Lo’ak says.

“No, Lo’ak. They need to learn how to find their way through the forest. Plus, when they do end up finding us, I can count them getting here as their training for the day,” I tell him.

Yes, forcing the twins to find their way through the forest alone was probably a task I'd prematurely given them, especially when they had just learned how to move through the trees yesterday. But they had very little time to learn so many things. I had to speedrun some of the lessons.

I had told them some of the main landmarks they would run into in order to arrive at the clearing of the forest that my siblings and I had awaited in. I had also gotten Spider to come here earlier to keep them from using him as a crutch. If they could use the information I'd given and combine their lessons on navigating our terrain, it would prove major growth.

And seeing as they had no clue that I had asked them here simply to hang out, they’d have a little surprise at the end.

“Neteyam,” a softer and way less annoying voice chimes in. I look over to my youngest sister who holds a box of beads, “Do you think she will want to make jewelry with me?”

I squat down to her height. “I would think so,” I say. She wore so much jewelry all the time, why wouldn’t she? “Why are you so worried about her not wanting to?”

“Because Lo’ak said that it was boring and she would say no!” she says, pointing to our brother.

“Such a tattle tale,” Lo’ak groans.

I can’t help but chuckle, “Lo’ak just thinks bracelets are boring. I bet she would love making bracelets with you and if she doesn’t then I will make bracelets with you..”

She smiles, “Okay I will ask. But when will they be here,” she whines.

Before I can answer we all hear a slight scream and a thud. The clothes instantly register that the being that is now laid on the ground is Y/n but before we can react, another body lands right on top of her. “OW!” the girl yells.

“Oh my,” Kiri says as well all rush over.

“Are you okay?” Lo’ak asks.

“I’m okay, it wasn’t that hard of a fall,” the boy says, only lifting his head to look up at us.

“Yeah because my ribs broke your fall,” Y/n grunts from under him. “Get off me, dumbass.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he says, rolling from on top of her.

Y/n instantly gasps for air when he’s off of her, rolling on to her side. “You way a ton,” she exasperates, holding her ribs. Kiri helps Y/n on to her feet, dusting off some of the dirt from her clothes. “Thank you,” she says before realizing who was helping her. She looks around at all of us, “Wait.. you’re all here?”

“Yeah,” Tuk says, drawing Y/n’s eyes down to her height. “Our mom said we could play with you. I brought beads if you want to make bracelets with me.”

Y/n smiles, “Awh I would love to.”

Tuk turns to smile at me before she reaches for Y/n’s head and drags her over to sit beneath a huge tree. Kiri follows, sitting in a circle with the other two girls. “Wait, we're learning how to build bracelets today?” Noah asks, now on his feet and before us as well.

“No, dude. We aren’t training today. There is this really tall tree close to here, wanna climb it with us?” Lo’ak asks.

“Sounds cool. I’m in.”

“Alright let’s go then,” Spider says.

We turn to leave when Tuk’s voice stops me, “Neteyam!” I turn to see her as well as Y/n and Kiri looking at me. Tuk’s bottom lip pokes out in a pout, “I thought you said you would make bracelets with me too.”

“Tuk you have two other people,” Lo’ak points out.

“But Neteyam makes those really cool hair things,” she whines. “Y/n said we could put them in her hair!!”

Y/n furrows her eyebrows, “I did?”

Tuk glares at her, ‘Yes. You did.”

“Oh yeah, I just remembered. I did say that.”

I shrug, “I don’t mind staying.”

“Really, dude?” Lo’ak asks as I start walking to the small group on the ground.

I turn to them although I still back towards the group of girls, “What? I did tell her I would. Be safe and be back in no more than two hours!”

“Yes sir,” Lo’ak mocks as he rolls his eyes. Spider laughs a bit before they decide to go.

“Bye, Y/n!” Noah yells when they finally start leaving.

“Bye!” Y/n calls back as I finally make it to the circle.

I plop down between Tuk and Kiri, across from Y/n. They have already started making jewelry of their own, pulling beads onto string in different methods.

I didn’t mind staying to craft with them, I’d actually been interested in it since I was young. I had learned how to make jewelry when Kiri was little to keep her entertained when I watched her. I never expected to like it but it was something I always came back to when it came to my sisters.

I look over at Y/n who is focused on the piece she was starting to make herself. I focus more on the jewelry she wears around her neck and on her hands. The main color theme she has seems to be black and silver, the only pop of color being the dark purple and green on one of her necklaces and the occasional piece on another.

I decided to use black string to go with her theme but I use colored beads for the decorative piece just because I thought a pop of color would be nice on her.

We mainly work in silence until Kiri asks, “Where did you get your necklaces?”

“Oh, I made them,” Y/n answers.

“Sky people have beads?” Tuk asks.

“Yeah, but I didn’t have a lot of them so I just stole them from some of the old jewelry the scientists had. Or I’d make my own.”

“You made your own beads?” I ask.

She looks over at me and nods, her hands pausing her work to point to one of the metal beads on a necklace. “I molded it out of an old bullet shell.”

“That sounds time consuming,” I say, noticing how much silver she had worn.

“It was, but I had a lot of free time,” she shrugs before going back to her necklace.

“So you made necklaces?” Kiri asks.

“Yeah.. Well, mainly when I was like 14, I kind of grew out of it for the most part. But I'd make them all the time for Noah and I.”

“Which one is your favorite?” Tuk asks.

“Um, this one,” Y/n answers, pointing to the necklace with dark purple green beads. “Noah always refused to make necklaces but the one time I’d convinced him to make one, he made this.”

“Neteyam makes things all the time,” Tuk says. “He’s the one who taught Kiri and I how to do it.”

“Awh,” Y/n smiles, her eyes flickering over to me for a split second. “That’s cute.”

I don’t know why, but I feel my face heat up at her simple words.

For the rest of the time that we make bracelets we go around with simple conversation. By the end of it we all know more about Y/n, and she knows more about us. “I’m finished,” I mumble as I tie off the last hair piece for Y/n.

Y/n’s ears flicker up excitedly as she looks over. I must admit I am a little nervous to hand them to her, I partially feared she wouldn’t like them. That fear is wiped away when she instantly smiles at them, “Oh this is so cute.” I can't help but smile too when her eyes meet mine again, “Will you put them in my hair for me?”

My ears shoot up at her question, “Are you sure?”

Her brows furrow at my uncertainty, “Yeah, why not?” With those words I am reminded that she had grown up around humans. To her, touching one another's hair was not as sacred as it was to the na’vi. I’d have to remember to teach her that one day so she’d understand my questioning.

I shake my head, dismissing my questioning before I get up and move behind her. I squat down so I can better place the jewelry into each of the buns her hair had been wrapped into. I am careful not to agitate the queue that I knew ran through one of them. Although this had not been anything special to her though, I can’t help the way I feel somewhat honored from being allowed to touch her hair.

“There you go,” I mumble, when I have finally placed each piece before moving back to wear I sat across from her.

“Thank you!” She smiles as she turns her head, allowing both Kiri and Tuk to see the jewelry that now decorated her hair. “How do they look?”

“Very pretty,” Kiri comments.

“I love it! I knew it would look so good,” Tuk says.

Y/n laughs, “Thank you guys.”

“I made something for you too,” both Kiri and Tuk say at the same time.

Y/n’s face turns a light shade of red, “Oh! Thank you guys but you didn’t have to.”

“Well we wanted to,” Kiri says, rolling her eyes as she hands Y/n a bracelet.

The bracelet was made of string, the base color being black making the green and pink string that made the shape of flowers and leaves pop. “Oh wow, Kiri. This is so pretty!”

Kiri smiles at the compliment before helping Y/n tie it onto her wrist. “Perfect fit,” she commented.

“Okay it’s my turn!” Tuk says, dragging all our attention to see what she’d made. She holds up the long string of jewelry. “It goes around your waist!” The piece of jewelry commonly worn by na’vi women was decorated with random black and brown beads with the occasional colorful one. It was a mess of beads that reflected the fact that the young girl was still learning how to color coordinate.

Despite the mess of colors, Y/n smiles as if it’s the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It makes my heart melt. “Awh, Tuk. It’s so pretty, but isn’t this something that na’vi women wear?” Y/n asks, questioning the jewelry she had known to be somewhat significant to our culture. She looks at me, “Am I allowed to wear it?”

Remembering what my mother had said about the twins not being allowed to wear na’vi attire, I understand the girls' questioning, but I see no problem with it. “I don’t think it’d be that big of a deal,” I tell her.

She and Tuk instantly smiles before Tuk moves to tie it around her waist, Kiri ends up having to help though when the young girl can’t seem to tie it herself. Y/n giggles as their fingers fumble against her skin, unintentionally tickling her. “There,” Kiri says when they finally get it on.

Y/n’s laughing ceases when their hands pull away, though she keeps smiling as she looks down at the jewelry that sat perfectly on her slim waist. “Agh, I love it. Thank you, Tuk.”

Tuk smiles and says, “You’re welcome.”

“Now it’s my turn to give you all gifts,” Y/n says, as she holds up the three bracelets she’d made. I think the three of us are all surprised that she had thought to make us gifts, but my heart warms as she passes them out and I see how much thought she’d put into each of them.

The beads of Tuk’s bracelet matched the color theme of the beads in her hair. In the same manner, Kiri’s matched the color of the necklace she always wore, and mine matched the color of the band I’d wrapped around my upper arm. “Let me help you put them on,” she says, before turning to Kiri and tying the bracelet on for her.

“Thank you,” my sister says, earning a warm smile from Y/n.

Y/n waddles over to me on her knees, pulling my arm into her lap so she can tie the bracelet on for me. My ears lower and I find it hard for me to focus on anything else while my arm is in her grasp, her small fingers gently brushing against my skin as she ties the knot. Despite the feeling of her cold rings, my body heats at the minimal contact and it confuses me.

What is wrong with me?

When the bracelet is tied on I will myself to mumble out a low ‘thank you’ in which I receive a warm smile and a ‘mhm’ befores she’s waddling over to help Tuk.

A thump to my arm draws my attention to Kiri who gives me a suggestive look, ‘what?’ I mouth. She rolls her eyes before mouthing back, ‘you’re a skxawng.’

“I love it so much!” we hear Tuk say before we turn back to Y/n and our youngest sister. Tuk hops from her spot onto Y/n who instantly embraces her. “Thank you so much,” she mumbles into her shoulder.

“You’re very welcome,” Y/n giggles.

The moment ends when we hear bickering. We all look over and see Lo’ak, Spider, and Noah returning. “That was so fun, man,” Noah comments.

“Yeah, sorry we had to leave so quick,” Lo’ak says.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised that they had arrived on time. I truly believed that I would have to go searching for the group but no. Lo’ak had been responsible and gotten them back in a timely manner. I think this new found behavior has been all thanks to the fact that Lo’ak feared ruining the twins chances of staying here with his own actions.

“Wait, we are done hanging out?” Tuk says, still holding on to Y/n.

“Yeah,” I say, as I stand up along with Kiri. “There are some things we have to do for mom back at home and I don’t want the twins out during the eclipse.”

“Awh but I want to stay with Y/n,” my youngest sister whines, not letting go of Y/n even when she stands.

“We can play another time, Tuk,” Y/n says, drawing Tuk’s eyes to her.

“Promise?”

“If your mother still permits then yes, I promise.”

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A/N: Hi Guys! I really hope you liked this chapter. I apologize for taking so long to post it, it was supposed to be like twice as long as it is but I ended up splitting that with the next chapter so I had to do some major editing. I will hopefully have Chapter 4 up soon which is where a lot of our early drama will take place so I hope you continue to follow along with the story. AGH ALSO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET COMMENTS!!! OKAY I AM GOING TO POST THIS NOW BYE! - Mak

Taglist:

(A special thanks to you guys for your support <3)

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#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #neteyam x f!reader #neteyam x y/n #lo’ak x reader #kiri x reader #tuk x reader #avatar #avatar fic #fanfics #avatar way of water #found family

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svenjavaleska · 7 months

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Cam and his characters having a night at a haunted house

Jeffrey: *crashing everything down with his baseball bat*

Corey: JEFFREY YOU WILL WAKE UP THE GHOSTS!

Jeffrey: *hits Corey*

Corey: *starts crying*

Jeremiah: *throwing them both out of the house* You two will get us killed. *locking the door*

Cal: Guys, who the fuck invited Winthrop to this party? He's literally a baby.

Winthrop: I'm 8.

Cal: Still a kid tho.

Cam: He's probably only one I can count on if the ghosts are trying to kill us.

Jerome: Not if I kill him first :)

Winthrop: *screams scared*

Everyone: SHHHHHH!!!

Jerome: *chuckles quietly*

Ian: *hits Jerome, mad*

Jerome: OWWWW- *Jeremiah covers his mouth*

Jeremiah: For god's sake Jerome, shut up.

Jerome: *frowns*

Cam: Jerome I'll tie you up and let the ghosts kill you if you do any Shit!

Chris: I swear, Jerome's so annoying..

Jeremiah: exCUSE ME?! I'm the only one who is allowed to call my brother annoying!

Mason: Okay, so you're both annoying then.

Ian: Hey Guys, we can lock the Valeskas up in the basement and leave them there for death.

Jerome: :o

Jeremiah: :O

Winthrop: But that's really mean :(

Cam: No one will lock up anyone! We're a team and we stick together!

Ian: Fine, whatever..

Chris: Guys, I just heard a noise..

Winthrop: That was Chad, he's always weird.

Jeremiah: Gentlemen, watch me doing a ritual to call Satan.

Mason: Like you're so smart to call the devil-

Jeremiah: *starts doing a ritual which seems to work*

Cam: Jeremiah NO!

Cal: Jerome, can you stop him please?!

Jerome: I think he's doing an exellent job :)

Chris: We're all gonna die..

Ian: No, not if we just leave.

Winthrop: Good idea.

Jerome: You guys are cowards.

Ian: No, we just don't want to die, Dummy!

Jerome: Call me dummy again and I will cut your throat, you bipolar freak!

Ian: *near tears* That's IT! I'M LEAVING! DEAL WITH YOUR GHOSTS ALONE! *leaves*

Cam: Yep, time to leave.

Everyone, except Jerome & Miah: *leaves*

Jeremiah: *finishes the ritual* OH SHIT IT ACTUALLY WORKED!

Jerome: Wasn't that the plan?!

Jeremiah: NO I THOUGHT I WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND, BRO!

Jerome: OH!

Jeremiah: YOU IDIOT! WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?!

Satan: *appears*

Jerome&Miah: *hugging each other, screaming*

#gotham #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #joker #cameron monaghan #valeska brothers #valeska twins #ian gallagher #shameless #cal kestis #star wars #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor

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returning-to-her · 4 months

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Example of covert abuse via misogyny.

Never fall for a man's apology after he attacks you. If he never intended to hurt you, he wouldn't have attacked you in the first place. These apologies are manipulatory acts to avoid accountability.

Example

I called out a misogynist in a group where a man said transphobia is not allowing men to cosplay as women. He then messages me with the following:

"GO FUCK YOURSELF! I'm absolutely in no way a Misogynist! I'm protecting the LGBTQ community you sicko! OHHHHH wait your a psycho feminist who thinks all men are misogynistic huh.... grow the fuck up"

So basically, I was right.

So I put this on the group after his post and said he was a bully and I'm holding him accountable for it.

He then proceeded to say in messenger

"Clearly you've been hurt by Men, and I'm sorry but we aren't all bad. You came at me first.... I wouldn't hurt a fly, but owwww I'm a scary man...lol hilarious I looked at your profile, you've been traumatized by men in the past, but why would you accuse all men of being evil....that's just wrong. You have some deep seeded mental health issues, I hope you can get resolved."

But see how he fails to take accountability or apologize, instead shifting the blame onto me for attacking him first, which I didn't, and then use my history to attempt a guilt-trip and suggest I have issues?

This, my friends, is covert abuse. I've lived with it all my life. I know it back and forth, up and down, inside and out. And I now carry a verbal bat. I will batter you up well and good when you show yourself. Women deserve to be safe from assholes like him.

For whomever this may help, never ever accept an apology from a man who attacks you. Chances are, when you don't, he will show you the real him, loud and clear.

Women, it's time to grab your bats. Make 2024 the year we all show the world who these assholes are.

Laura Rose

Returning to Her

www.healingfromharm.com

Join me for matriarchal sermons at

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stackslip · 1 year

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chainsaw man 112 thoughts below cut bc there is so much to unpack here

asa is so sad about the broken sword/uniform.... baby i’m so sorry :((((

“i don’t know who that woman is” YORU YOU ARE EITHER DUMBER THAN I THOUGHT OR A LIAR SHE HAS YOUR EYESSSSS

student council slash devil hunting club DMLXDS i lvoe the ongoing animanga tradition of student councils being obscenely powerful

it is EXTREMELY funny of fujimoto to drop a hell of a mystery last chapter, leading to a week of speculation and despair and everyone thinking it’ll be the main mystery fr this part, only to be like “oh yeah the imposter is this random dude who just like openly calls himself chainsaw man”. king of anticlimax. love it

i mean i suspect there are like ten imposters running around thanks to the powers of justice and/or coolgirl right there (famine? who is also justice?) but still. extremely funny

g-d asa looks so tired of yoru’s loser shtick this is so funny i love their relationship. pathetic loser teenage girl and an even more pathetic devil possessing her

“as long as you’re inside me, not only will i be miserable but the people around me will be too” sobs cries owwww i get a feeling that the day they do separate it’s gonna hurt like hell even tho rn asa hates her (understandably)

HAHAHAHAHA THIS FACE SHE IS SOOOOOO

the chicken stomping thing...... my heart hurts. g-d everyone is gonna end up miserable and making terrible choices and doing terrible things. i love it

“i’d rather kill a human than a cat” 1) parallels, again 2) that’s fair and also v funny

the fact that creating a weapon involves guilt is so cool bc it’s the contrary of what justice has been doing--granting powers in exchange for the students/hosts believing their every action is utterly righteous. to become stronger asa has to understand that she is doing something heinous and cruel and choose to do it anyway. and she decides to do it.......... rhghhhhhhhh

obsessed with this set of panels and the cat LITERALLY being larger/more important in asa’s vision than the ant-like humans below her....... g-d i hope fujimoto sticks to giving her a villain arc bc it’s genuinely fasctinating stuff

asa seeing denji and immediately going “yeah he sounds good to kill. he’s an idiot and a loser but he sounds like a good person.” augh.

AND THEN IT TURNS OUT DENJI HAS BEEN SCAMMING HOMELESS PEOPLE FOR MONEY FJKSDXDKQLZKLX DENJIIIIIII i love my asshole son

but also............. why aren’t people at school allowed to take on part-time jobs when half of them are orphans and can’t provide for themselves. what the fuck. and denji has to take care of a little sister AND like eight dogs and a cat too??

asa’s self deprecation is so delicious i love a self hating pathetic loser who’s also really tragic and sad and clearly on a terrible terrible path

denji is catching all the cat comparison nows. did fujimoto get a cat and say dog people are out cats are IN

[cowboy AHHHHHHH dot mp4]

literal devil on her shoulder........... and thinking of yuko..................... augh

AHHHH THE FACT THAT THEYRE BOTH IN SHADOW AND SHE CATCHES HIM RIGHT AS HES ABOUT TO STEP IN LIGHT AND THE WHOLE CONVO TAKES PLACE IN THAT SHADOW RIGHT BEFORE THE LIGHT oh fujimoto is gonna go for tragedy alright

in general i’m really loving the way the conversation is framed i love how awkward this is how harrowing it is from asa how denji softens i love this so much i love that both protags are traumatized loser teens who have lived unfathomably tragic lives and it’s gonna get so much worse and they don’t understand one another but they are SO similar too.....

UGHHHH ASA IS FEELING REAL GUILT AT THIS AND THINKING SHES GONNA KILL A SAD LOSER TEEN...............

and like. oh man someone earlier said that denji points her out as the girl who hates chainsaw man. and here she is coming up to it asking him out on a date. a girl who hates CHAINSAW MAN but wants to ask HIM out. it’s like. everything he’d hoped and wanted. someone who wants him and sees him and not chainsaw man. and yet he responds in such a shy way when in part 1 he’d have been ecstatic........ genuinely shocked that it would happen at all

sadder still is that she really isn’t seeing him as a person at all and is just aiming for chainsaw man augh. ow.

and really what asa is seeing is a way out of this entire nightmare a way to save yuko (WHOS ALREADY DEAD AAHHHHHHHHHHH) a way to end this entire pantomime and attempt to reclaim a normal life all for the cost of this one loser kid whose name she doesn’t even know but who is so much like her and yuko and augh. augh AUGH

g-d it’s like twenty pages and there is so much to unpack here

#eli talks #csm

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cottoncandythetrashpanda · 1 year

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A Family Split in Half Chpt. 1

a/n: ...aka Half n Half au. I've already posted this on ao3 as some of you may know but I've decided to start posting at least some of my fics directly on tumblr as well in an attempt to get a bit more exposure on this hellsite. I'll post chapter 2, which is also already on ao3, next week, or in a few days, depending on if my ploy for attention works at all lol.

Late in the night, two boys ran through the streets of New York City.

The shorter one, dark-skinned, curly-haired, and wearing an orange sweatshirt with a broach pinned tightly to it, vaulted over a food cart- knocking it over as he leapt past.

"Sorry!" He called back, not slowing down.

"You don't have to apologize, Mikey." His companion running alongside him, taller, wearing a purple shirt with another broach pinned, said to him. "It doesn't matter, it's just a human."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." The short boy- Mikey- replied. "Ah! Donnie!" He suddenly cried, pointing ahead- "The dog thingy's getting away, we gotta hurry up!"

And sure enough, their target was gaining distance ahead of them. The small creature scuttled past some humans, until it reached a seemingly impassable crowd, where it vanished in a flash of blue, and instantly reappeared in the air a few feet ahead. The vial around its neck clinked against the concrete as it hit the ground.

It turned into an alleyway, and the two boys followed. The creature ran forward, looking back to see how close the boys were- until it skidded to a stop in front of a wall.

"Dead end, dog thingy." Mikey brought out his kusari-fundo. Donnie grabbed his bo staff.

"Give us the vial now, and we won't have to hurt you." Donnie said.

The creature backed itself against the wall and growled.

Mikey shrugged. "Well, we gave you a chance." He whipped the sharp, weighted end of his weapon at the creature, and the weapon let out a joyful, shrieking laugh as it burst into flames, flying directly at the creature-

There was a flash of blue, and the weapon stuck halfway into the wall. They could see the bricks shaking for a split second afterwards.

"Aw, man, it got away." Mikey said, shoulders slumping.

"We'll find it." Donnie said, "We have to. Father needs that vial." He turned and started walking out of the alley. "Come on, Mikey. It couldn't have gone far."

"What was that?"

Two turtle boys, one wearing a red bandana, the other wearing a matching blue one, and a short teenage human girl, sitting together in the girl's bedroom, felt the building rumble.

"Uh…." April, the girl, with red glasses, a yellow shirt, and her hair styled in afro puffs, looked around. "Earthquake?"

"Does New York get earthquakes?" One of the boys, Leo, the one in blue, questioned.

The one in red, Raph, knit his brow and stood up. "I've never felt one before." He walked to the window, and started to look around outside. "I don't see anything, though- oh, aww! Guys, look!"

Leo and April rushed to join him at the window.

"There's a weird dog over there!" He pointed out the window at the neighboring rooftop below, where a small animal stood, looking to either side of itself.

"Looks more like a cat to me." Leo said.

"Whatever it is, it looks scared. We should go help it." Raph declared.

"How are we gonna get over there?" April asked.

Leo opened the window and stepped onto the fire escape. It creaked under him as he drew back, and leaped onto the rooftop, landing with a crash a few feet away from the animal.

It skittered back as Leo landed.

"Owwww…" He muttered. "Hi, kitty."

"Guess that works." Raph shrugged and held his arms out to April, who shrugged back and allowed him to pick her up. Raph stepped onto the fire escape, and jumped to the lower rooftop. He managed to land on his feet… for about half a second, before quickly losing his footing and falling forward.

"Ow!" April shouted. "Raph! You gotta be careful with those landings!"

"Sorry!" Raph picked himself up, and helped April do the same.

Leo rose to his feet as well, dusting himself off. The animal stood a few feet away, observing the three teens in a defensive stance. "It's still pretty scared, we should be careful." He said.

Raph waved him off. "It's fine, animals love me." He turned to the creature. "Hey, lil guy!" Raph stepped towards it. The creature hissed at him. "It's okay, we wanna help! Are you lost-" The creature hissed again before leaping at Raph, latching onto his face, and clawing at him. It vanished in a flash of blue, and reappeared in April's arms.

"Aww!" She scratched it behind the ears.

"Ow…" Raph rubbed the scratches left by the animal.

"There it is!" A new voice rang out.

The three teens turned to see two human boys, around their same age, standing on the roof, one wearing purple, one wearing orange.

"You." The one in purple pointed at April. "Hand over the agent. Now."

April backed up. The animal growled in her arms.

"Oh, shit, humans. Leo, time for Plan H!" Raph whispered to his brother, who cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"Hello, fellow average New Yorker! Could you kindly point us in the direction of the local science fiction convention which we are-"

He was interrupted by a loud, drawn out gasp from the boy wearing orange. "Donnie." He grabbed his companion's sleeve. "Donnie, it's them!"

Donnie looked back and forth between the two turtles and April with the creature. His eyes narrowed. "I can see that." He sighed. "Well, this mission just got needlessly complicated."

"Aren't we supposed to-"

"I'll handle this, Mikey." Donnie lifted his staff. "Leonardo and Raphael, I assume?"

Leo and Raph startled at the sound of thekr names. "How-"

Donnie continued. "Father wouldn't want us to hurt you too grievously, so I'm giving you a chance to back down, hand over the thing that girl is holding, and come back with us. I don't know why you're protecting the Agent, but believe me, the plans we have for that vial will make this world a better place for you."

Mikey nodded. "And! If you come back with us, we'll get to be a family again! Dad'll be so happy to have you guys back, and we have so much to catch up on. And you'll love it at home, you won't need to hide, or do dumb fake nerd voices if someone spots you, you'll just be normal, like us!"

Leo and Raph looked at each other, and backed away from the two boys.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Leo was almost afraid to ask. "Why are you calling the cat thing an "agent"? What's all this about us being family?"

Raph nudged him and whispered, "They're probably just on drugs, we should get out of here."

"We are not on drugs." Donnie said in an annoyed tone.

"I think the disguises are confusing them." Mikey unpinned the broach pinned to his sweatshirt. Donnie nodded and followed suit.

In an instant, the two boys standing before them transformed from humans, to a pair of humanoid turtles - one wearing an orange bandana around his neck, the other wearing a glowing, metallic purple covering over his shell.

"See?" Mikey said, spreading his arms wide. "We're your brothers!"

Leo, Raph, and April all stood with mouths agape.

"You guys have more brothers?!" April shouted. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't know!" Raph shouted back.

"He didn't tell you about us?" Donnie raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "Look, we can talk about this later, at home. Just give us the weird cat so we can get this over with."

"We're not giving you the dog, and we're not going with you." Raph crossed his arms and both he and Leo stepped in front of April. "I don't know what you want with that thing, but it's nothing good, so if you want it, you'll have to go through us!"

Mikey glanced at Donnie. Donnie sighed and nodded. "If that's what it takes." He leveled his staff. "Mikey, take them out. Non-lethally. I'll get the Agent."

Mikey grinned and pulled out his own weapon.

Leo drew a pair of swords from their sheaths on his back. Raph pulled out his sais.

"Let's see what kind of training Lou Jitsu gave you!" Mikey swung his chain at Leo, and Leo charged towards him, swords held out- he dodged to the side of Mikey's chain, avoiding a direct hit, but stumbled, as the weighted end let out a horrible laugh and lit up in flame. It swung back towards Leo, and he braced himself for impact, but it flew past, missing him by an inch- Leo didn't have time to let out a sign of relief, though, before it swung back around from behind him, seeming to miss him again, swinging back around in front of him; in no time at all, Leo was wrapped in the chains.

Mikey planted his feet and swung again, pulling Leo off the ground, swinging him around until he was past the bounds of the roof. The chains came undone, and Leo plummeted down.

"Huh. That was easy." Mikey muttered, sounding almost disappointed.

"LEO!" Raph screamed and ran towards the ledge.

"I SAID NON-LETHAL!" Donnie shouted at Mikey as he rushed at April.

April turned to run, but before she could make it more than a few steps, Donnie pulled a small device out of a compartment in his metal shell. He pressed a button on the device, and the animal in her arms was encased in a glowing bubble. It tried to teleport away, but each time, it just reappeared back in the bubble.

"Hand it over!" Donnie demanded.

"No way!" April wrapped her arms around the bubble, holding it as tightly as she could, and started to run for the staircase.

Donnie caught up to her almost immediately. She tried to pick up her pace, but he grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around, and grabbed the bubble holding the creature. April held fast, still holding it as tightly as she could, pulling it back towards herself even as Donnie put his all into wrestling it away from her.

"Mikey?" Donnie called out, "What are you doing? Can I get some help here?!"

Mikey stood behind Raph at the edge of the roof. Raph was kneeling at the ledge, looking down in horror at his brother on the ground.

Mikey looked over to see Donnie struggling with April. "I'll be right there, I'm almost done over here!"

Mikey kicked Raph, sending him over the edge as well.

He rushed to Donnie's side and grabbed the bubble.

"You didn't need to kick him like that." Donnie chided him.

"You told me to take them out," Mikey responded.

"Whatever, let's just get this thing." They both pulled with all their strength. April was no match for both of them- the bubble, and the animal with it, were pulled out of her hands.

"NO!" April shouted. The boys ignored her.

Donnie walked to the edge of the roof and peaked over the ledge to see Leo and Raph lying in a heap.

"Well, they're dead." He said. "Father's not going to be happy with you, Mikey."

"Not my fault they can't handle a little 3 story drop."

April chased after. "Let-" she stopped to catch her breath- "Let him go!"

Mikey lifted his weapon again.

"No." Donnie firmly put a hand on his arm to lower it.

"She's just a human."

"I don't care, we need to go. She's not a threat."

"I'll show you a threat!" April raised her fists.

The two boys ignored her, and hopped onto the next rooftop.

Her shoulders slumped. Hesitantly, she took a step forward, and glanced over the edge. "Oh… oh no…" She rushed to the staircase, down to the street.

She nudged Raph, who'd landed on top of Leo. "G-guys?"

Raph groaned. Leo's arm twitched. April let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

She looked around. There was no one nearby. She wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse- no one to see the turtles, sure, but no one to ask for help, either.

She pulled out her phone - to do what, she realized, call 911? She couldn't do that, they weren't supposed to be seen by humans! Except for her, and…

She gulped. April had just one person to call, no matter how much she didn't want to have to explain this to him.

She grabbed Raph's phone off him- miraculously, it turned on just fine, with just a few cracks in the screen- navigated to his contacts, and pressed the one just labeled "Dad".

After an agonizing few seconds, he picked up. A sleepy, accented voice came from the other end of the phone call. "Red?" He said, "What is it? Where are you??"

"U-um. Mr. Hamato?" April said. "Leo and Raph are hurt. We're on 31st. You gotta get over here."

"Who-" She could hear the panic rising in his voice. "Never mind, I'll be right there."

He hung up. April sat on the ground next to the boys, left to wait.

#half n half au #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt fic #please clap (like and or reblog)

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labwebs · 10 months

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@atimebomb asked: 🩸/ MJ @ MCU PETER :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwww,” Peter inhaled sharply, face pinched in pain as he took his hand back from MJ and cradled his arm close to his chest. He supposed that’s what he got for not wrapping it better- trying to hide it, not wanting to worry anyone. Upon closer inspection, she might see some ugly bruising peaking out from the long sleeve shirt he was wearing despite the warm weather. He’d taken to longer sleeves since the bite- allowing him to keep the suit on him at all times just in case something happened as well as hiding the very sudden muscles he’d developed overnight and even gained since by swinging around the city on strands of webbing- but had switched to short sleeves now that people knew. Unless, of course, he had something else to try and hide.

“Sorry. I um... ow. I- I sorta broke my arm on patrol last night. I heal fast but um...” he shrugged, but only with his good arm. Last night was more like just two or so hours ago- late night patrols much more manageable since his identity had been outed. The small mercies of camera phones still being pretty useless when it was dark and just fewer people around who tried to give him an earful. He was just glad to be back doing that again- his name at least cleared in the legal sense. Public opinion- like Mr. Murdock had said- was proving a bit trickier.

#atimebomb #v: most famous person in the world #i was in the avengers [peter 1]

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souichioneshots · 3 years

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Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

#souichi x reader #souichi tsujii x reader #fluff #this is stupid #but oh well #lots of misspells for sure #but i tried man #10 pages of work is a pain to check

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mhyori1117 · 2 years

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Late Night Kisses and Cuddles

•|Pairing|: taeyong x fem!reader

•|Genre|: fluff

•|Warnings|: mentions of alcohol, PDA

•|Rating|: PG15+

•|Word Count|: 1.5K

•|Notes|: Got inspired and wanted to do something small for Valentine’s Day ^^. I hope you like my first story, I tried my best but it wouldn’t be possible without @staysstrays. Thank you for helping me throughout everything <3 ilysm.

•|Playlist|: optional<3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3KtaX6eGajOp7tii7zglOm?si=7iNLrSagRx-p6xn9lnTJRg

“I told you to bring a sweater but you never listen,” Kai said. You couldn’t tell if she was mad or not, so you adjusted the sweater that she handed to you. Kai smacked your arm, making you caress the area in pain, but it was your fault. “Owwww…” you all laughed and closed the car doors. It was Kai, Jisung and you…the third wheel as always. On your way to Taeyong’s place for game night, every week, everyone gathers up and takes turns on who’s house to go to. This week was at Ty’s house…Your crush since last year. As co-workers, dating is kind of restricted and not all that is allowed, but Kai and Jisung are not keeping that on the low. You let a smile grow on your face walking behind those two, you see them holding hands.. sigh “Y’all make me sick” You rushed bumping into them, taking Kai’s arm because yes, you are the jealous one, but he knew you were that close with his beautiful girlfriend. Of course, that’s my best friend.

This time it was your turn to get snacks and drinks, you greeted Taeyong, putting the grocery bags on the side, took your shoes off before stepping into the kitchen. You were getting trays for the snacks, getting ready for game night. Jisung put on his favourite show while waiting for Kai to set the game up on the living table…This week we decided to bet on how many rounds in Cards against Humanity we could get …. It’s going to get interesting since you all are competitive and we are all low key crackheads when we are together.

You were almost done making the trays when you felt a presence out of nowhere. It was Taeyong, looking over your shoulder, judging in silence for your snacks selections. “Tastebuds of a little child huh” turning his head, looking at you, felt his warm breath on your neck, making you shiver, taking a step back.

“Rude! they are delicious, what do you mean,” rolling your eyes, eating one of the crumbs, side-eyeing Taeyong.

“Hey I’m only joking and you know that, right?”

You let it pass since you wanted to play Cards Against Humanity with your friends. You two went back to the living room where everything was placed and ready to play. You saw Kai and Jisung ready to play. They were waiting for you two to start… Everyone puts a 20$ bill in the center, letting the games begin. Having music in the background, snacks and having fun with your friends and crush is all you ever asked for.

“Alright, you remember the rules when we play Cards Against Humanity. Losers get a punishment and the winners have a battle to see who takes all the cash. Remember there will be three rounds before we have a winner, so it’s anyone's cash. This time we’ll be playing teams to prevent a tie. I’ll be with Ji, so that leaves Taeyong with Y/n. You guys cool with that,” Kai asks, looking at you with a smirk? You glare back at her and nod your head. “Good, now let the games begin.”

“Wait, what’s the punishment,” you ask, confusion written all over your face. And in a split second, fear flashed in your eyes as Kai’s smirk grew wider.

She held up a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses, “how does a shot of vodka sound?”

You were going to start protesting because you were a lightweight. Two shots and you would be tipsy. “Wait, Kai, you know I’m a lightweight. Can we please change the punishment?”

“Nope, that’s the whole point of the punishment, to make you not want to lose. Maybe ask Taeyong to be your white knight and take the shot for you if you’re that desperate to not want to drink,” she looks over at Ty and smiles, “would you be Y/n’s white knight so she doesn’t have to drink?”

Round 1 was super chaotic. But long story short we all got drunk. Ji and Kai ended up winning… leaving you and Taeyong to drink half of the bottle and the rest to Kai and Jisung. You were making faces and feeling the worse after the 3rd shot, 3 out of 10 since we cheated our way through the game and Kai yelled at us to pour 10 shots each, Taeyong ended up drinking his 10 and also Y/Ns last 7, we were all hyping him up since he drank all of them back to back, you didn’t plan on seeing this side of Taeyong, his flirty side… he is that type of drunk. Ji dared Taeyong to kiss Y/N and did it with no hesitation, but we all ended up promising that we were going to forget about this; at least we had fun.

Weeks have passed since the last game night, everyone had busy weekends over the holidays, but since you didn’t have family here, you were alone most of the time. We all decided to meet at Ty’s again. You told them that you had to do something else before, so you took your time. When you got to his place, you parked your car and noticed that there was nobody else in his parkway… you looked at your notifications seeing a message from your best friend, Kai.

-I think me and Ji will chill at our place. Y'all have fun tho 🤪

- it’s time for you to let him know

+bitch…

-you should be thanking me! ilyyyy

You took a deep breath and got out of the car. Taeyong was waiting at the door for you… You closed the door after he took your coat from your hands, noticing nobody was inside either. You thought they were joking…

“I think it will be only us two for now,” Taeyong said, running his fingers through his hair, going back to watch his show. He had his headphones in and threw himself onto the couch. You could tell he was comfy on it. You let out a small sigh and put your purse on the side… Alright, they might come later, nothing bad can happen… You made him company by sitting by his side, he gave you his other earphone and you cuddled with him with a smile showing from your side, he naturally wrapped his arms around you giving that warm feeling you've been desperately looking for from someone who could protect you and make you feel safe, and it’s him.

You silently lay by his side, watching episode after episode enjoying each other's company. You closed your eyes as Taeyong was carefully playing with your hair, making you slowly close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep in his arms. With a smile, he watched over your sleep, and so as his TV show for a few more hours, without waking you up, he covered you with a blanket….Hours had passed and both of you had fallen asleep. Suddenly neither of you picked up Jisung’s calls nor Kai’s text messages, so they rushed to the apartment.

“I think they went out?” Jisung said, looking for the hidden keys under the mat. “That’s Y/N’s car parked in the front, I don’t think so” Kai tried to call one more time on your phone….With no answer, Jisung quickly opened the door, entering as fast as they could because of the freezing cold weather. “Y/N L/N!~” Kai said, walking to the living room, noticing you two asleep.

“Awww…” Jisung said behind Kai, hugging her from behind.

“They are so cute together don't you think?” Kai whispered, holding in to Ji’s hands with the brightest smile.

“They are…but it’s late we need to wake them up”

“I know, I don’t want to” Kai caressed Y/N's face trying to wake you up. “Hey love….it’s late” Seconds later, Taeyong also got up.

“We got so worried you guys didn’t answer the phone.”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep” They were in the car already, putting your shoes back on, heading out the door, you noticed that Taeyong came with your coat and an extra scarf.

“I don’t want you to catch a cold” he said, putting the scarf around your neck. “I'd rather you catch feelings” he almost whispered.

“Huh?” You saw the panic in Taeyong's face,hoping that you didn’t listen completely. You smiled and gave him one last long hug, kissing his cheek goodbye.

“How about you stay over tonight hm?” Taeyong said, looking down at you, locking each other's hand, smiling and getting a little closer to you.

“What if I do?” A slight blush suddenly crosses your face.

“Mmmmm A few more episodes until midnight, maybe cuddle and have more of yours kisses… maybe~”

“Maybe okay, okay” you nod and couldn’t hold yourself anymore but to kiss him, wrapping your arms behind his head while he picks you up, heading back to the living room.

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mrsackermanx · 3 years

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18+ minors do not interact.

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: [Name] and Jean lose themselves in an unexpectedly tender moment, right in the heat of summer...

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Praise kink, Sex, Soft Sex, Injured Jean, Creampie.

"Owwww fuck [name]!" You gasp in horror as you see a dark red shadow bleeding through the arm on Jeans shirt, blood dripping from his upper arm. From the pressure of you falling clumsily down of the tree, via your ODM, you've sliced all up his arm in your path.

"Fuck Jean I'm so so so so sorry! Does it hurt?!"

"Ahh of course." he says pretending to be mad for a moment.

"But it's fine idiot, you better be the one to patch me back up when we get back though. You know all things considered..."

You felt super guilty, he was wincing slightly and it looked painful to, you lean against him and wrap your arms around his torso, muttering a string of sorrys, his eyes soften as he looks down at you and sees how worried you are, but of course he has to tease you some more.

"She's a menace Captain!" he yells over to Captain Levi, who sighs and shakes his head at you both, while Hange laughs.

"I'm sorry." you say again for the umpteenth time.

"And I promise I will take full care of you when we get back....princess." you laugh, leaning up and flicking his forehead playfully.

"Are they?-" asks Levi to Hange, watching this display, as Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Connie and Sasha watch and laugh at the two of you.

"Nah it's just, them." chuckles Eren.

"I don't think it's anything romantic, but I know you've been giving them our good pencils Moblit!" says Hange they all laugh as he shakes his head and smiles.

"But they both enjoy drawing together, it's sweet."

"You done scowling now Horseface?" you nudge, still leaning against his chest.

"You're going to make it up to me...so yes." he leans down and whispers sexily in your ear, the base of his voice causing a throb between your legs to emerge, his hand tracing down to the small of your back, teasingly close your ass.

"Erm y-yeah I said I would." you say back nervously, in all honesty, were you attracted to Jean? Yes. We're you a little in love with him? Spending hours sketching together until sunset...sketching each other, talking, laughing, sharing secrets.

Yes.

But is he really saying what you think he is?

"No I mean..." He leans and whispers into your ear once more, you chomp your teeth down onto your bottom lip, crossing your thighs together, gripping his torso tighter, he looks down and smirks slightly seeing you flustered.

"Gimme one of your pencils and I'll really forgive you.”

"You asshole." you laugh pulling away from him and pushing him slightly, your cheeks blushing bright red from what you thought he was implying. He grabs his arm and whimpers out an exaggerated ouch-

"Ugh fine I'll think about it." you sigh, as you both walk over to your horses.

*****************

When you get back you both go straight to Jeans room.

"Fucking hell it's hot in here." you moan as he pushes open the door and you enter. The room is so full of his scent though, so it makes up for it.

"Ahhh I know right, it's the worst in the summer."

"Mmm I can imagine." you agree, going over to his desk and hovering your hands over his drawings.

"So...you gonna patch me up then-bully."

"Well I dragged your whiny ass here didn't I? Sit down over there then."

He sits crossed legged on his floor and you join him, setting down the first aid supplies you'd grabbed from the infirmary.

"Well take your shirt off." You feel yourself blushing, but try to shake it off. He looks at your shirt as he removes his, it's covered in blood and lightly damp from the summer heat, it looks uncomfortable and tight.

"Little help?" You swallow the lump in your throat and lean over and help him pull it off his slightly injured arm, he winces as you do it until you finally tug it off, your eyes casting over his frame and latching onto his perfect muscly form.

Fuck.

His chest -perfectly toned, his skin golden, soft,and silky and glistening-

"[Name], it is hot as fuck in here, you should take yours off to, if you want to." he says gently, but with a slight smirk.

Huhhhh?

"Ahh piss off I know I look sweaty okay. But ahhh Jean it's because your so hot." you laugh sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him, you both often joke like this, but the sexual tension in the room is growing shamelessly thick, and fast.

She looks hot.

"Well I'm not gonna be the only one this vulnerable [name]." he chuckles punching your shoulder with his good arm playfully.

He senses your stalling, "But of course if you don't want to I won't force you or anything stupid." He says softly, changing his tone.

"Ahh don't be silly." you say, your heart melting at him, what was the harm you are seriously hot, you remove your white shirt and reveal your skin under it, you watch as his jaw clenches. His eyes try to discreetly scan you but fail, his eyes plastered to your breasts in your rosy coloured bra, your skin looks so soft he wants to kiss it-explore it-

"Gawp much horse boy!" you tease, setting out the supplies and starting your first aid.

"Not every day I get a half-naked nurse what can I say." he winks grinning.

"You dick." you giggle, cleaning the cut and now beginning to sew it up.

"This is going to hurt but you're already doing so well okay." you soothe. He blushes as his eyes can't help but fixate on your half naked body, you look so good right now and he wants to take your bra of so bad.

"You're good at this." he gulps, feeling half of his dick beginning to harden, praying you won't notice it. You lean closer as you work, your boobs brushing his arm, making him let out a soft gasp.

"Ahh who knew you could be so nice." he blurts out, trying to distract himself from how turned on he's getting. You look up and glare at him and continue, he smiles looking at you, truthfully Jean had been in love with you for a while.

“All done." You smile, patting his leg gently, he almost looks disappointed?

"Ahh wait you're hairs a fucking mess. Ahh-" you say noticing his hairbrush on his drawers.

"Can I brush it?"

"Mmm.”

"Well I did tell you I was going to give you full princess treatment ay." you giggle, earning a sheepish smile from Jean.

He's being quiet for once?

You grab his hairbrush and sit kneeling in front of him, awkwardly leaning forwards to brush his hair, steadying yourself by resting a hand on his shoulder as your boobs bounce with every brush stroke, making his mind fill with dirty thoughts.

Fuck where do I look right now?

Did I just almost see her nipple? Fuck I'm too hard

"Hmm wait." He's sitting crossed legged so you get on his lap and straddle his thighs, you sit your crotch on top of his and feel his dick beneath you but ignore it, even as you rock back and forth against it as your body moves with every pass through his tawny brown locks. His teeth were fully gritted now, he was finding this really hard, feeling your warmth rub against him especially. And plus your boobs are literally in his face. Fuck fuck fuck.

He thought it couldn't get any worse you might definitely notice until-

"Oh my god [name] please not there.", he sighs,frowning and clamping his eyelids shut, like he was in pain. You'd placed your free hand on his inner inner thigh to steady yourself while you brushed through a particularly stubborn knot at the back of his hair.

"What? I'm just brushing your hair silly, hey I got knots to-" you say innocently before.

"Ohhhh." you both laugh, you could feel a huge boner under you now, poking against you, you rest your face against his chest, he looks so good right now, and you can feel the ripples and definition of his chest and stomach against yours and it's making you shiver. He reaches his hand out and strokes your hair as your breathing hitches against him, you wrap your arms around his torso and start to lightly stroke his back as you feel his soft breaths grazing your scalp as his chin rests in your hair.

"[Name]?”

"Mm?" you mumble pulling away and looking up at him, your cheeks are surely completely blushed right now, and you really didn't want him to see.

"You're so cute." he whispers, lightly lifting your face to his by your chin with a light pull of his finger.

"Don't mock me-" Your words are cut off when he reaches down and greets your lips, his lips are soft and make every part of your body tingle and ignite. He moves his face slowly with yours, allowing your tongues to knead together, his hand stroking tenderly at your cheek, as your lips said what your words couldn't.

You reach down and begin eagerly undoing his trousers.

'Mm wait." he pants, pulling away from the kiss, he reaches a hand around to your back and unclasps your bra, letting it fall down your torso before ripping the troublesome garment of both of your arms, and throwing it across the room triumphantly. He marvels at the sight before him,

"You're beautiful."

"Jean-"

His lips race to explore your pretty breasts-quieting you, your heart races as he kisses every part of skin on your chest, fondling your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them. You let out soft little whimpers as he explores you, feeling his smirk against your chest.Your straddling thighs weaken and he gently pushes you down onto the floor, so his body is now towering above yours.

He follows down your torso with kisses, his hands grabbing on to your breasts, before pulling your trousers and underwear down and off.

He starts kissing upwards on your thighs, getting closer and closer, you feel a little self conscious and clamp your legs together, covering your face.

"No [name] let me make you feel good. Oh but I want to see you when i do though." he says sexily coming back up to your face and pinning your arms down and away your face, before kissing you again.

"Don't hide your face."

He follows back down and grabs on to your hips, wasting no time he runs a flattened tongue over your pussy.

"Damn." he groans, his eyes rolling back as he pulls away and sees a string of your clear slick wetness coming from your walls through his half lidded eyes.

"You're so sweet."

"Jean f-fuck." you moan.

"Yes that's it, moan for me." He dives his face back in between your legs, sucking at your clit powerfully grinning at your arching back, and your clenched fists finding refuge in his hair. He gets two of his fingers and massages them over your clit and opening while his tongue joins.

"Do you want me to put these in?" he grunts sexily.

"Yes-please." you pant back, he begins thrusting his fingers into you, they're so long and flexible and reach so far in they find your spot instantly. He uses them just right, the most perfect come hither motions stroking inside of you gently, while his mouth slurps and slips on your clit.

"Is this- feeling good for you?" he asks looking up at you, making you whimper seeing his face between your legs like this, his honey brown eyes looking up into yours.

"So good Jean- please don't stop."

"Oh I won't." he groans, lapping up more of your wetness with his tongue as he focuses on your clit and his fingers to bring you closer and closer to climax , until you clamp your thighs around him, your walls tightening around his fingers as you explode, feeling a rush of your warm cum melting down his fingers. You lay there breathless, your body lightly shaking from the intensity. He removes his fingers and sucks them clean, making you throb at the sight while he let out little mewls of satisfaction to your taste.

He looks up at you with his beautiful eyes again, you struggle to hold his gaze,

"You want more right? Cos I do." he smirks.

"Yeah I do." you blush reaching down to undo his trousers, he moves your hand away pinning it back above you.

"No no I mean, I want to do that again." he says softly, pushing you back down.

"Is that okay?" he asks glancing up at your confused and shocked expression.

"Mmhm." you nod biting down on your lip in anticipation.

"Then just sit back and relax okay." he smiles.

"But I want you to moan my name more this time please?

Can you do that?" he asks as he kisses at your inner thighs again, sucking lightly and leaving rosy flushed marks from his lips behind.

"Mmhm." you nod, rendered speechless, he grins at this and gets to work, lightly licking your clit with different motions, delighting as he pulls different sounds from you, mewls, moans, groans, pants, whimpers, cries.

"Jeannn." you whimper.

"Yes like that, good girl." he groans, running his face against your pussy, utilising his chin and his nose as well as his tongue, eating you with relish.

"Ohh and this time I want you to cum on my tongue so this might feel a little different."

These words go straight to your core, vibrating your pussy with their timbre, probably the hottest thing you never thought he'd say to you. He places two fingers on your clit and starts to rub them softly, while he fucks your opening with his tongue, sucking and stroking into your walls with his strong muscle determinedly, gasps and whimpers leaving your lips at the difference in sensation, he looks up and sees your face blown with pleasure and promptly quickens his pace.

"Ahh that feels good doesn't it?"

"Yesss." you practically shriek back.

"Then let me hear how good it feels." he moans, as he increases his pace even more, grabbing your hips tighter as he devours you.

"Jeannn."

"Louder."

"F-fuck Jean right there don't stop I'm gon-"

"Louder!”

"Jean!" you scream, as your entire body jolts with pleasure and you feel your orgasm pass through you from your toes to your ears, the sensations taking their time to scan through every part of you, from the careful build up of his motions. You'd never came like that before, you look down him, he's visibly breathless, he sticks his tongue out slightly to show you the glistening juices that cover it before he swallows them away and wipes the side of his lip with a grin of pride.

"Well I got my wish." he smirks.

He rips his trousers and boxers off, his huge cock springing out, you look at it in shock, it's the perfect size, pre cum is oozing from his tip and dribbling down tantalisingly over his veiny shaft.

Fuck.

You couldn't wait, you sit up and latch your lips on to it straight away, making his whole body lurch up in shock, his eyes widened at the sight of you kneeling in front of him as your head starts to bob up and down. You pass tight rings over him with your lips, at a strong pace, until you pop your lips over his head, stroking your thumb over his tip and offering him teasing licks to it, enhancing the little sensations for him. He groans at your every movement your name leaving his mouth in breathless fragments.

"Fuck [name]!"

"You're so good at this, this is the best I've ever-", you go just that little bit deeper, leaving him wordless.

"Don't hold back." you hum, feeling the vibrations against his tip make every nerve in his body sing.

He grabs on to your hair, as he sits up looking down at the side of your face, admiring how good you look sucking his cock as he sees it poke against your inner cheek, as you take him further and further. His hands pushing your face down to take him deeper and deeper.

You finally get over his full length and make deep deep passes, one after the other, each time hollowing your cheeks even tighter as his tip rests in your throat, groans and curses falling from his lips. The room filled with the sound of your light breaths, gags and soft moans- driving him wild.

"[Name] this is too good." he groans roughly, you smile up at him and go faster, using your hands along with your mouth, tugging at him with a perfect pressure while your mouth follows it with a mind blowing suction.

You go faster and faster his hand gripping into your hair with greater force as his hips lurch and twitch up eagerly to meet to your mouth, his hand in your hair suddenly pushes your head down hard choking you ,as he becomes dizzy and fixated on chasing his high, fucking your face and using you for his pleasure- and you love it.

You feel and hear him getting closer and closer above you, choked out groans of your name escaping his lips before-

"[Name]!" He releases his entire load into your mouth at once.

"Oh my god [name]. I'm so sorry-" he stops and watches in awe as you open up your mouth to show him the pool of cum resting on it, before swallowing it all.

"Don't worry, that's what I wanted." you grin.

"You taste good."

"You dirty girl." he smiles, snapping up and pinning you down by your arms again. Kissing and sucking all the sensitive parts of your neck, making you whimper under his lips.

"Would you like to fuck now?" he whispers in your ear slowly, making sure you heard every syllable.

"Yes." you moan, your voice raspy, making his cock twitch at such a sweet melody.

"Sit back, relax, and let me do all the work okay?" he whispers, gently yet firmly, pressing sweet kisses on your forehead and nose.

"Okay." you smile as he places a cute kiss to your brow bone.

He continues to relax your body as he kisses you, when he feels you calm beneath him, he grabs his shaft and begins to slide it up and down your pussy slowly, gathering up the slick wetness oozing out of you.

"I'm gonna start now okay?"

"Mm." you moan, feeling the head of his dick throbbing against you, dizzy with lust, he slowly pushes it up to your opening, gently pushing through and up into your walls, as he rolls his hips carefully and measuredly against you, kissing your collarbones as his length finally reaches and relaxes all the way inside you.

"How do I feel?" he groans deeply into your neck, as he lets out a deep breath that tickles your ear, making your head swim.

"Tell me."

"You feel so good Jean." you moan back dazedly, his words touching you just as much as his cock's ridges that are blessing and grazing all the right places against your throbbing walls.

"Am I good to move now?" he whispers, stroking your lip with his thumb, you nod and kiss his thumb to confirm.

And he starts to thrust deep and slow, every motion of his hips sending waves of deep pleasure through you, as his cock perfectly angles against the spongey spot inside you, with every stroke.

"Faster?" you whimper, wrapping your thighs around his torso moaning as you feel him get deeper, hooking your arms tightly around his neck to pull him closer.

"Look at me then [name]." he moans softly, placing his palm against your cheek and stroking your face as his thrusts get faster, causing you to moan his name over and over and over again and loving it. He looks down at your fluttering eyelids and your delicate face, watching your soft features fill contort with passion, as your boobs snap up and down to his rhythm,hitting against his chest, you are truly a sight to behold.

So beautiful-

"Your face...you're so sexy I can't believe I'm seeing you like this." he groans, every-time you moan out his name, he gets faster, his head now weakly dropping into the crook of your neck.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, so give me more." you whisper, showering his neck with kisses, giving him the push he needed to go faster.

"This feels so good." you gasp.

He starts to buck his hips into you, latching his lips onto your shoulder and biting it softly while he drills into you, he's distributing his weight on you so perfectly, that his pelvis is rubbing and stimulating your clit with the same rhythm, the double stimulation making you claw at his back, and making him groan into you even more, your name falling from his lips in gratitude.

"[Name] you feel amazing."

You feel the pleasure building throughout your body, making your eyes roll back, he feels you tightening around him and lightly grabs your neck and starts to kiss you deeply and sloppily as you both near your end.

"You're taking it so well." he groans mid kiss.

"Jean I'm almost there." you moan into his lips.

"Don't worry, don't wait for me." he moans softly as he catches your bottom lip in his teeth and pulls it away gently, as you orgasm starts to blossom.Your walls clenching around his cock, as you start to lose it as you twitch beneath him, he watches in awe as you jolt and pant in pleasure below him, lost in complete bliss. Losing yourself in the moment and coming completely undone, he feels you release and tighten around him, bringing him even closer to his finish, as he watches in glee as you twitch in overstimulation, as he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging your sweet pleasure.

"Ahhh beautiful." he moans into your neck as you feel him let go and cum inside you, it spills out as he slowly pulls out of you, the mixture of your juices falling from your twitching pussy and down your thighs. He rests down next to you and hooks an arm around your waist and chest and resting his chin against your nape, pulling you close into an embrace against his hot body.

"That was amazing and...unexpected." He smiles against your ear.

"It was." you reply, both of you breathless, some minutes pass by in each other's arms, and you manage to regain yourselves a bit more.

"Do only your best girls get fucked up there then?" you tease in laughter, pointing up at his bed.

"What the floor was fun, no?" he laughs back, attacking your neck with tickling kisses.

"Ahh it did the job." you giggle.

"We'll use it next time, but hey I deserve the praise! Not the floor, who just gave you the best time of your life with an injury?- ME." he smirks.

‘Next time’ you smile to yourself softly, containing your excitement-

"Yes Jean you did well." you mock, grinning at him.

"Cmon [name] say it like you mean it."

"How?"

"With your lips, like this, come here-"

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I Don’t Want To Wait, fifteen

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

Based on the prompt:

Brushing each other’s hair

“Aelin.”

Aelin heard the voice calling out to her, but she felt no need to respond. Lorcan had been pestering her all damn day. To be fair, he was doing it out of the kindness of his weird, misguided crusty heart. But it didn’t make her feel any better. He couldn’t annoy her into forgetting what today was.

“Aelin!” he repeated, his voice getting louder with his growing annoyance. “Aeeeelinnn,” he sang, finally pushing her over the edge.

“What?!” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, pulling out a frozen Snickers bar and biting into it with a smug smile.

“You’re really irritating, you know that?”

“No more irritating than you,” he said through his large bite of ice cream.

“How am I being irritating?”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been pouting since you got here this morning.”

She crossed her arms across her uniformed chest. “I’m not pouting.”

Lorcan stared her down, and she huffed. She knew he was right. She had been pouting. A lot. Since she officially learned of Rowan’s intentions to probably date Lyria, she’d been an emotional mess. Not that Rowan would know. No, she kept her face in a carefully constructed smile each time he mentioned her name, all the while her insides twisted. At least he was no longer keeping it a secret from her, though. And for that she was grateful.

“You are the Poutiest McPouterson of Pout Town,” Lorcan laughed, handing her the second half of his frozen snickers. Aelin frowned but resentfully accepted the half-eaten chocolate.

“And it’s been going on for days.”

Aelin ignored him and kept scrolling through her phone, ignoring him.

“What are you even doing right now?” Lorcan grabbed her phone and rolled his eyes. “Teenage Dream, I Want You To Want Me, Someone Like You, Stay, Summertime Sadness, I Touch Myself...? Oh, wow. This is so much worse than I even thought. This is sad. Like. Really fucking sad. I can’t allow this.” Aelin snatched her phone back and huffed. She didn’t need to be judged right now. She was fragile, and putting together a pining playlist was the only thing making her feel better. The only thing taking her mind off the fact that Lyria had returned from cheer camp and Rowan was officially taking her out tonight. It did make Aelin feel slightly better that Rowan had told her Lyria asked him to hang out, not the other way around. But. It didn’t make it hurt any less. Meanwhile, her big Friday night plans involved listening to her new playlist on repeat until she cried herself to sleep.

Lorcan raised a dark brow, waiting for Aelin to say something, and she finally broke. “Lyria’s back, and she and Rowan are ‘hanging out’ tonight.” She took a large bite of the ice cream, letting the sugar soothe her frayed nerves. Lorcan frowned, looking her over intently and sighed.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but—” Lorcan paused dramatically. “Come to my party tonight.” Aelin’s eyes narrowed at the hulking brunette, tugging at his long strands of hair, which had grown past his shoulder. “If Rowan is going to date a cheerleader, we’ll find you a football player.”

“I don’t want a football player,” Aelin said with a frown. “I want Rowan.”

Lorcan barked out a laugh. “Yes, I’m fully aware. But, get yourself a distraction, at the very least. Or, just come for a night of drinking. I don’t care.”

“You’re serious,” Aelin said slowly.

Despite their budding friendship, Lorcan hadn’t invited Aelin back to a party at his house since the fateful night she blacked out and socked him in the cheek. Not that she blamed him.

“Just, stick to beer this time.” Aelin couldn’t help but smile. “What?” Lorcan asked, causing Aelin to smile wider. She knew it was a pity invite, but she’d take it.

“You’re a good friend, Lorcan.”

“We’re not friends,” he said too quickly, causing Aelin to laugh. “I just feel bad for you.”

“We’re totally friends.”

“I admit nothing,” he said, rolling his eyes again, but Aelin could see the smile behind them as he got back to work. It was bizarre. If someone had told her three months ago that she’d be friends with Lorcan Salvaterre, she would have laughed at them in the face, but she guessed this summer had changed quite a few things.

. . .

“So, you and Lorcan, huh?”

Aelin poked her head out of her closet to glare at the boy stretched out across her comforter. His phone rested on his stomach, and with his hands resting behind his head, Aelin could see just the smallest sliver of tan skin above his jeans. Taunting her.

Despite Lorcan’s mission to help her move on from Rowan, Aelin had asked him to come help her get ready for Lorcan’s party. She just wanted to see him before he went off with Lyria. Just… one more time. Just the two of them. Before everything changed.

“What?” She shook her head as she threw another pair of jeans across the room and onto Rowan’s feet. “No. We’re barely even friends.”

“Then, why are you freaking out?” he asked, watching her frustration with slight amusement.

“I am not freaking out,” Aelin huffed, locking herself back into her closet. She could hear Rowan’s snort through the door and could practically see his bright eyes rolling at her. She groaned loudly.

“Because I’m going to a party alone!” Aelin huffed. She’d asked Elide to join her, but she had plans with Manon, of course. And apparently Manon would rather cut her own arm off before going to a party at Lorcan’s. So, Aelin was flying solo tonight. And yes, she was nervous about it. “I’m only going to know Lorcan, and it’s going to be weird.”

“You make friends faster than any other human I know, Ace,” Rowan quipped, launching into what she assumed was a supportive manifesto, but he was speaking too low for her to really hear him. Which was fine with her, honestly.

Not wanting to think about how few people she’d know at this thing, she threw herself back into finding the perfect outfit. She wanted to look cute, but not be uncomfortable. Her eyes swept back and forth across the shelves, finally spotting her favorite pair of jean shorts. She tugged them on and grabbed an oversized band tee she’d cut up months ago. It wasn’t great, but it’d do.

She flung the door open in a big reveal, but Rowan had closed his eyes. Naturally. She didn’t know why she tried. This boy did not care what she looked like. Aelin’s nerves gathered in her stomach as she took in her reflection. She frowned. Something was missing.

“Necklace?” she asked the boy who was dozing off on her bed, and he shrugged with little interest. She didn’t know why she’d even asked him.

At her vanity, she pulled out a choker she’d borrowed from Lysandra months ago – and forgot to return – and attempted to put it on, but the chain quickly got tangled in the back of her long hair.

“Owwww,” she complained as she struggled to free the necklace from the knot forming around the chain, but it only served to make things worse. “Ro! A little help?” she asked over her shoulder. “Rowan!”

Rowan opened his eyes slowly and she stared, begging for help. He smiled as he slung his legs over the side of the bed, lumbering his way to her. He lifted up her hair gently and placed it over her shoulder with deft hands, leaving only the tangled part down her back. She stood straighter as she felt his rough fingers brush against the back of her neck, fiddling with the necklace.

She could hear his soft chuckle behind her. “I closed my eyes for three seconds. How did you even do this?” he asked. “You have so much hair,” he laughed, and Aelin could feel his breath against her shoulder. She hadn’t realized how close his mouth was to her skin, and it broke into goosebumps as a shiver ran up her spine.

“I know,” she replied softly. “I can’t remember the last time it was this long.”

Rowan hummed, his movements deceivingly gentle as he worked his way through the long strands, trying not to tug too hard. “I think it was this long when I met you.”

“Oh gods,” Aelin laughed. “It was even longer then.” She suppressed another shiver as Rowan’s fingers ghosted against the back of her neck, holding the hair in place as he pulled at the necklace. “I looked like a troll doll.”

“I like your hair long,” Rowan said, releasing the tangle she hadn’t quite been able to reach at the nape of her neck.

It was so rare that Rowan expressed any kind of preference on the way she looked, Aelin kind of couldn’t believe it. She’d always had fairly long hair, but for him to say he liked it filled her stomach with a swarm of butterflies. She swallowed thickly as he pulled the last twisted piece of hair from the necklace and clasped the chain with practiced ease.

“Thanks.”

“Done,” he said, and she turned around, surprised to see how close he still was to her. His face hovered just an inch away from hers, and she could feel a current of electricity run through her at his proximity.

“Your turn,” she said, breaking the strange tension between them and running her fingers across the top of his shaggy hair.

He pushed her hands away, laughing.

“You need a haircut,” Aelin laughed as Rowan finally gave up trying to push her away and let her brush his hair, which now fell just above his jaw. Aelin reached for the brush on her vanity and smiled as Rowan admit defeat, sitting on the edge of her bed and tilting his head back to let her work. Aelin pushed the long strands back, and, she watched as Rowan’s eyes fluttered close as he took a deep breath. His lips curled up slightly, and she could have sworn she heard his throat rumbling with a contented purr.

“So,” Aelin cleared her throat, trying not to stare at Rowan’s lips as she brushed through his long strands. “Odds I punch Lorcan again tonight?”

Rowan barked out a laugh, his smile widening as he pretended to think about it. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I say it’s fifty-fifty.”

“Thank you for your confidence,” she sassed, sticking her tongue out at him. He grinned in return, but he was quickly distracted by his beeping phone. His brow furrowed as he replied to whatever text and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Aelin watched with a tugging at her chest as he smiled apologetically and stood from her bed.

“Lyria’s on her way to Maeve’s, so I should…” He made a motion with his head, and Aelin waved him off.

“Right,” she replied quickly. “I’ll let you get to it.”

He nodded and hunched his shoulders, awkwardly fiddling with the beltloops of his jeans. “I’ll talk to you later?” he asked, and Aelin used all her effort to force a smile onto her face.

“Yup,” she said, hoping her smile concealed her sudden feeling of nausea. “You can tell me all about your date.”

He smiled in return. “If you need me to pull you off Lorcan later, let me know.” His smile disappeared as Aelin cracked a smile. “That’s… not that you’ll be on him. That sounded wrong. You know what I meant,” he stuttered.

“Oh, I know.”

Aelin held up her fists and jabbed in the air toward Rowan. He shifted to the side, avoiding her feigned punch and laughed. She jabbed again and he blocked her fist by wrapping his large hand around her knuckles, and her hand went limp in his, falling between them.

He squeezed her hand gently, leaving a tingling sensation that lasted well after he took a step back.

“See ya, slugger,” he said, taking off with a wave.

Aelin laid back onto her bed and breathed in his scent from where he’d just been lounging. She inhaled deeply and let it comfort her. She could do this. She could get through one night without Rowan.

. . .

Aelin was a fool. She didn’t know how she thought she could distract herself by going out tonight. Every few seconds, she desperately pulled her phone from her pocket and checked to see if Rowan had texted her. But of course, he hadn’t.

He was on a date. With another girl.

She belatedly wished she’d asked him what their plans were, because now her mind was left to imagine the absolute worst. She pictured them sharing food and going on a romantic drive down to the pier where they could watch the water and make out to a playlist of Rowan’s choosing. Oh gods, they were going to make out.

Aelin was going to be sick.

“Babe, you’re bringing the whole vibe down,” Lorcan said, plopping onto the couch next to her.

“Don’t call me babe, babe,” she frowned, poking his arm.

“Babe,” he repeated, a goofy smirk across his face.

“Babe.” Aelin blinked twice, hoping to get rid of him, but Lorcan seemed unfazed by her attitude.

“You are having zero fun, and it’s making everyone sad,” Lorcan sighed. “You weren’t into Finn or Cormac?”

Her hand twisted around her beer can as she shrugged. Lorcan had been a surprise, introducing her around as soon as she made it there. She’d been so nervous about not knowing anyone, but she hadn’t thought that Lorcan would bother taking the time to make sure that wasn’t the case for long. But despite his best wingmanning efforts, Aelin couldn’t enjoy herself. She could barely talk to the two football players, completely and utterly distracted by thoughts of Rowan.

“Come with me,” Lorcan said, heaving them off the couch. “You need more to drink.”

Aelin shook her head, her shoulders sagging in as she admitted defeat. This night was a wash. She should just go home and cry.

Lorcan pulled the beer from her hand and finished it himself in one large gulp. He grimaced as he swallowed, shuddering slightly. “You let it get warm. That is gross.”

Aelin stared at the burly boy she’d been so frightened of a few months ago with a raised brow. “Hey, Lorcan?” She paused as he looked toward her with interest. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He shrugged and reached a hand out to her, pulling her off the couch. “Because you and Whitethorn are both fucking idiots, and being heartbroken sucks.”

Aelin laughed, unable to help herself. “I guess I can drink to that.”

Lorcan grinned widely and clapped. “Then, let’s get to it.”

She let him guide her through the party and into the kitchen where he pulled two more beers from the fridge.

“So…” Aelin didn’t want to push, but his words had gotten her curious. “Any chance you’re going to tell me who caused your broken heart?”

Lorcan laughed as he cracked them both open. “Nope,” he said as he handed Aelin her new cold beer.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the dramatics of her friend. But she held up her beer to cheers his, knocking the cans against each other as she tilted her head back and let it flow down the back of her throat. She wasn’t exactly a huge beer fan, but, it was definitely safer than whatever red concoction was being scooped out of a literal trashcan. Or, so she’d learned last time.

She downed the can quickly and laughed in surprise as Lorcan held out another one for her.

As she took her next sip, a surprising song filtered through the room, causing Aelin to shoot her eyes up at Lorcan, who was looking at her with laughter in his dark eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“You added this to your playlist for me.”

Lorcan scoffed loudly, shaking his head overexaggerated from side to side. “I did no such thing. I just love Cheap Trick.”

“Babe.” Their new term of endearment hung in the air between them for a millisecond, until the intro of the song ended and launched into the lyrics.

Lorcan cackled wildly as he started singing to her, the words she’d been repeating in her head all week coming out of his mouth with surprising ease.

I want you to want me, I need you to need me

I’d love you to love me, I’m begging you to beg me

Aelin couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in her throat at the way Lorcan clutched at his heart when he sang, leading her back through the party. As he sang, he stepped up onto the low coffee table and reached down for Aelin.

She rolled her eyes but smiled, accepting his hand as he pulled her up on the coffee table with him to the round of large cheers from the crowds surrounding them.

I want you to want me, I need you to need me

I’d love you to love me…

I’ll shine up my old brown shoes, I”ll put on a brand new shirt

I’ll get home early from work

If you say that you love me

The beer buzz made its way through her body, loosening her limbs as she swayed back and forth. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the music soothe her as she sang loudly.

Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying?

Ohh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying?

Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dying

Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying?

Lorcan grabbed her hand and spun her under his arm, and Aelin finally felt her anxiety start to dissipate. Yes, this year was going to be different. But different didn’t have to mean, bad, right?

They cheersed again at the beginning of the long guitar solo, both knocking back the rest of their beers quickly. She watched as Lorcan scanned the crowd that had formed around the coffee table, most likely scoping out who he’d take to bed later. And inspired by her sudden lack of inhibitions and surge of happiness, Aelin decided to do the same. Not that she was going to take anyone to bed, but she could see who was potentially interested. She let her eyes trail across the mix of upperclassmen, a few who eyed her swaying hips appreciatively.

She was about to launch back into singing when she spotted an all-too familiar head of silver blonde hair. Her heart pounded. Was it possible that he’d already ended his date and come to seek her out? Had she been worried for absolutely nothing?

Hope swirled in her stomach, but it was quickly squashed as her gaze trailed down his extended arm, down to his hand which was linked with a familiar brunette’s. Her chest contracted at the sight of them, hand in hand, fingers linked, making their way through the party. Aelin lost her step and lost balance, stumbling into Lorcan, who luckily was so sturdy that he barely flinched at her impact, steadying her quickly with a hand around her waist.

“I need another drink,” she said quickly at Lorcan’s questioning stare.

She hopped off the table and made her way through the throngs of sweaty bodies, tracking Rowan’s tall head across the room as he made his way into the kitchen, Lyria in tow. She wanted to look away – it physically hurt her to see his hand in hers, but she couldn’t. Her obsessive gaze followed them, and she held in a gasp as Lyria took a step in front of Rowan, and he moved his hand to the small of her back.

She’d dreamed of being touched like that by Rowan so frequently. And here he was, doing it without a second thought with Lyria. It just solidified what Aelin had already known in her heart: Rowan had never thought of her as more than a friend.

As she gained ground on them, getting closer, she stopped. What the hell was she doing? She should be running the other way from them, not approaching them. But she couldn’t stop. Like a magnet, she was obsessively drawn to Rowan.

“Uh, hey?” she said, tapping his shoulder gently.

He turned and looked down at her, a calm smile curling at his lips. “Hey.”

Aelin shoved her hands into her shorts pockets, not knowing what to say to him.

“Sorry to crash,” Rowan apologized. “Lyria’s friends texted that they were here.”

He pointed to the gaggle of cheerleaders communing in the corner of the kitchen behind him, and Aelin nodded as she watched Lyria distribute hugs to the girls she’d been away from all summer.

“Plus, I know you said you were worried about not having any friends here…” he trailed off, looking nervous.

“It’s fine,” Aelin said, hoping she didn’t sound as affected as she felt. As if there were some invisible wall between her and her best friend that had never been present before.

“You having fun?” he asked, and Aelin shrugged. She wasn’t exactly sure there was an answer for that.

He frowned at her less than enthusiastic reply, and Aelin was about to ask if he wanted to talk outside when Lorcan bounded up beside them.

“G, what’s taking so long?” he asked, seeing her empty hands, cracking a beer and handing it to her. “I have a hoard of friends asking about the hot girl who was dancing on the coffee table.” He looked at her with a pointed glare before sliding his eyes over to the glowering boy beside him. “Oh, hey, Rowan. Didn’t see you there.”

Rowan nodded stiffly, and Aelin quirked an eyebrow at him. Wondering what his deal was.

“How many constitutes a hoard?” she asked Lorcan, taking a sip of her fresh beer.

“Five?”

“Think they could all handle me?” Aelin asked, ignoring the feeling of Rowan’s eyes boring a hole into the side of her head.

“Together?” Lorcan asked, and Rowan inhaled sharply, causing him to sputter and choke on his first sip of beer. As he coughed, Aelin finally let her eyes roll.

“You’re not really thinking…” Rowan said, and Aelin scoffed loudly.

“Of course not, Buzzard.” She paused. “I was kidding.”

How could even remotely think that was a possibility? She watched as the tension visibly drained from his shoulders at her words, and she was annoyed by how relieved that made her feel.

“Well,” he said, his sneaker toeing at the sticky tile floor. “I’ll let you get back to your hoard.”

“And you should get back to your date,” Aelin replied, feeling more annoyed than she had any right to. But there was something in his tone, that slight hint of disapproval that had her on edge.

She tried not to glance over her shoulder as Lorcan swept her back out to the living room, but she couldn’t help it. She watched as Rowan made his way over to Lyria, sliding his arm around her waist and tugging her close.

She tried to stay focused on anything else for the rest of the party, she really did – but she couldn’t. She found herself constantly seeking out her best friend’s tall head. Despite the amount of guys Lorcan introduced herself – which, was an actual hoard – she was completely uninterested. She nodded and smiled in all the right places, but she barely registered anyone’s names, too busy wondering what the boy on the other side of the house was doing.

Having had enough of torture of her own making, Aelin decided it was finally time to leave the party. She wanted to say goodbye to Rowan before leaving, let him know that he could text her when he left. But her feet froze when she spotted him. He and Lyria were in the shadows under the staircase. She watched with a painful chest as their arms wrapped around each other. It was almost as if she were watching them in slow motion as Rowan ducked down and pressed his lips to Lyria’s. Her lips parted beneath his, and her hands knotted in the hair that Aelin had so carefully brushed earlier that night, keeping him close. A wave of nausea hit her suddenly and fiercely. Her head spun, and she knew she needed to leave the party immediately. Everything hurt. Her whole body.

Shaky legs led her out of the party and across town. She didn’t have the patience to wait for an Uber.

By the time she reached home, Aelin’s sadness had morphed into anger.

Why did she let Rowan have this much control of her? His actions had no right to make her feel this terrible. Her chest bloomed with fury as she thought over his words, his subtle judgment that she shouldn’t be allowed to meet other guys. But apparently, he was allowed to kiss whoever he wanted.

Aelin was finished needing Rowan’s approval. She needed to separate herself from him, from the affirmations she’d always sought out. She stumbled around the kitchen, looking for something in particular and set her mouth in a determined line when she found the tool. Breathing heavily, she reached for a section of her long, golden hair and snipped.

~*~

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years

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Arthropod Day

Did I say I was going on a posting break? Yes. Am I using my poor bebe Asher and writing him more than any other of my oc’s? Yes. So, in conclusion, I couldn't resist Nemi’s ( @brutal-nemesis ) Arthropod Day and decided to write this EHE.

(also i would like my medal for barnacle whump tyvm (-even….. Even though it's not the focus….but uhh.. shhhhh)

CW death mention / worms.. Idk if that's a warning but you're getting one anyway XD / alcohol / drowning / past death mention / emeto mentioned / cursing

Asher sat up with a fright as he was awoken once more by a nightmare. He rubbed his eyes as he yawned and stood up. As he washed his face in the bathroom, he heard the bedroom door being opened. The minute Asher saw Rodger, he started to chortle, “HAH!!! Oh my- oh my god!!! You look like an- HAHAH you look like an idiot oh my god!”

Rodger scowled, “What are you talking about?! This is my fishing outfit!”

“FISHING?!?” Asher howled from laughter, “Oh Rodger…. Rodger, honey, you look….” Asher burst out laughing. “Hey! That's enough from you!” As Rodger pointed his finger, his yellow, rubber dungarees squeaked, making Asher snort as he laughed more.

Rodger was quick to slap Asher across the face, “Shut up!!! Now get dressed, you're coming fishing with me.” Asher rolled his eyes, “Oh fuck no, not happening, nuh uh.” “Asher if you don't get dressed right now, I swear to god I will drown you in the fucking lake when we get there.” Asher knew that he would actually do it. “I'm not going fishing with you.”

“Pass me another worm, will ya?” Asher grumbled and silently passed a worm over to Rodger, “This is dumb.” “Well so are you, now shut up before you scare away the fishies!” Asher rolled his eyes and sighed, sitting back in the small wooden boat. They were in some sort of lake, a big one. There were stones and rocks at the bottom, some closer to the horizon than others.

Asher watched as Rodger sipped at a beer, “Isn't it a bit too early for that?” Rodger looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “No, not today.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“You know, for a person who asks a shit ton of questions, you never ask the right ones.” Asher was now doubly confused, “Wh-what?”

Rodger scoffed and chugged the rest of his beer, shaking his head, “Never mind.”

“No, no, if you feel so strongly about it, do tell.” Rodger crushed his beer can in his fist and growled, “Just drop it.”

Asher grumbled but didn't push Rodger. Not yet.

Rodger felt a tug on the fishing rod and he started reeling it in. Asher watched -secretly intrigued- as a fish suddenly splashed out of the water. It danced around, desperate to be put back in the water. Asher watched as Rodger smiled at how desperate to fish was. “Sicko,” Asher grumbled. “What did you say?” Asher gulped, “N-nothing.”

“No, no, if you thought you were so funny, please, be my guest!” “Rodger, it's fine, just leave it.”

“No! You wanted to say something, say it louder!”

Asher was scared, his heart was pounding and a sudden ringing in his ears appeared, “Rodger, please, just drop it!” The fish was soon forgotten as Rodger lunged forward and dunked Asher’s head into the water. Asher was caught in surprise as he was only allowed a quick gasp before his head was plunged in the water.

Asher heaved in breaths as his head was lifted out of the water “R-Rodger please! What the fuck is wrong with y-” His head was shoved straight back into the water. He made the mistake of inhaling as he was underwater. Big mistake.

His arm quickly rushed behind him to slap Rodger, desperate for any air. He coughed under water, making his lungs weaker. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. And what a fucking way to go. A fishing trip. Wow-ee…

Rodger finally lifted him up and threw him across the boat. Asher coughed up water and groaned. He had whacked his head off of the wooden boat. He still heaved in breaths, coughing and spluttering -those didn’t really help with getting his breath back.

When he looked up, he saw Rodger sitting back down and fucking fishing again, as if that whole scene hadn’t just happened. Asher lay there for a moment, feeling weak. He took in several more gulps of air, trying to relax himself. He then clutched his stomach and slowly stood up, using the boat as a support. His weight affected nothing of the boat, he tried to ignore that.

He silently sat beside Rodger, watching the fishing rod’s line bob up and down in the water. He reached into the cooler and handed a beer to Rodger. He chuckled and took it, “Thanks.” He looked at it for a few minutes before sighing, “My uh, my dad passed away. Today…-” He sighed, “Today’s his anniversary.” Asher sucked his teeth, keeping his eyes glued to the water, “I’m uhm, I’m sorry to hear that I-”

“Oh shut up. I don't want your fucking sympathy!” Asher instantly shut his mouth, “Sorry.” There was silence. The boat softly rocked in the water, the sound of the water hitting against it. Birds flew up in the blue sky. There were tall dark trees that loomed over the water. Causing a cold breeze to appear. Asher shivered.

“You know, we weren't even that close. He barely spoke to me even. But somehow I miss that fucker. He’d go for ages not talking to me and then he’d bring me out fishing. I never understood him.” Asher didn't know what to say. Last time he opened his mouth, Rodger shouted at him. He decided to stay quiet.

Rodger looked at Asher, “What? You finished talking suddenly? Finally decided to shut up for fucking once?” Asher gulped, not knowing what to do. “Nothing?”

“I-I don't know what you want me to say!” Asher whined. “For fuck sake, you truly are useless! You know, I'm sick of you! I really am. You know what?” He quickly grabbed Asher by two fistfulls of his shirt and threw him into the lake, “You can make your own fucking way home.”

So the rocks that were mentioned earlier… yeah, turns out they were closer to the surface than they looked. And guess what else had decided to cling onto them, fucking barnicles. His head whacked against one of the rocks, the barnacles cutting his head along with the injury. He tried his best to kick himself up to the shore but he couldn’t see anything. The water was a mucky brown.

As he kicked more helplessly, dirt filled his vision. That’s when he felt something on his leg. Something sharp. He let out a cry underwater and used his arms to help him up.

Once his head went above water he gasped, “R-RODGER!” The world was spinning, his leg was on fire. “R-rodger -FUCK!” His head went underwater as his arms couldn't keep him up. Rodger cursed under his breath,he grabbed Asher by the shirt once more and hauled him into the boat.

Blood trickled down his leg which caught Rodger’s attention, “Let me see your leg.” “Well there’s not much to fucking see with all the blood,” Asher snapped through clenched teeth. Rodger rolled his eyes and grabbed Asher’s leg, lying it on his lap. He then looked to his side and saw his beer can.

He quickly poured it over Asher's leg, keeping a tight grip on it, knowing full well how much Asher would fight him. “OWWWW!! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Oh, would you calm down! It's just as good as rubbing alcohol, now let me have a look.” He used an old rag to wipe clean Asher’s leg and chuckled, “Blue crab.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” Rodger sighed as if it was obvious, “You got pinched by a blue crab.” Asher took a few breaths before yanking his leg back and sitting up quickly -instantly regretting it as the world spun for a few moments. “B-but why does it hurt so much? How did it even pinch me? I-”

“You must have angered it when you were kicking your legs like an idiot.” Then Rodger saw the blood on Asher’s shoulders and sighed, “You know what? I cant put up with you. Especially today out of all the days. I'm dropping you to Alicia’s” “But-!”

“Ap-bap-bap-bap. I don't wanna hear it.”

Asher slumped and folded his arms as Rodger turned the boat’s engine back on and the boat smoothly travelled across the lake. Rodger saw Asher shivering and silently handed him the oversized hoodie Asher liked. “There’s uhm, there should be a bandage roll in the bag if you wanna put it on your head until Jack can patch you up.”

Once Asher put on the hoodie, he quietly opened the bag and took out the bandage. He wrapped it around his head, making sure it was tight enough to help.

He sat back once more and closed his eyes. “Hey, I need you to keep your eyes open, alright? Just in case you have a concussion.” Asher groaned but nodded. He lay on his stomach and looked at the water which shot out from the motor of the boat.

That night, Asher and Jack were cuddling on Jack’s bed. Jack softly combed his hand through Asher’s hair as he slowly nodded off to sleep. Alicia came in, making Jack’s heart jump. “Please, let him sleep.” He was shocked when Alicia nodded, “Just wanted to check up on you guys.” Another shock. What was going on with her?

“Uhm, we’re good.” Alicia smiled, “Good. Here are some painkillers if he wakes up in pain. And Jack?” Jack looked up. “Love you.” Jack gulped, “L-love you t-too.”

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senjuushi · 3 years

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Hmmm, I saw u asking for little gunboys asks, and can I have Ghost recieving a hug from a new master who carnes about him? It's fluff, but that's the only thing I could think. And, owwww, it's terrible you had a awful night :( Just remember you have people who care about you right here, okay? The things will become better, hopefully. Ily ❤

Old askkkk

. . .

When you pull him into your arms, Ghost freezes. For a second, his body is fully expecting pain. What, he’s not sure, but something is certain to hurt.

But— That doesn’t happen. He’s just held.

Your face rests against his shoulder. Your warm palms rest solidly in the space between his shoulderblades. The feeling of you sucking in a long, slow breath sends a shiver through him that he can feel all the way in his spine.

“M-Master...?”

Is this what being hugged feels like? No one’s ever done it before, so Ghost isn’t quite sure if this counts. It probably does.

A large part of him wants to hug back. As in, wants that so desperately it’s an aching thing in his chest. But that could never be allowed. You’re already being so kind to him. He doesn’t need to try to take more than his Master has given him.

So Ghost just stands there, enjoying the closeness. This is good.

#Ghost #Interaction

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gummygowon · 4 years

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dreamers | jung wooyoung

word count: 4.8k

genre: angst, fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: sad lmao

third person pov

it was a quiet friday night which was weird for a group of highschoolers. nothing was really going on, in terms of parties and high school games which was rare but it finally felt nice to not feel hungover for a whole weekend.

y/n and wooyoung were chilling on her bed after their friends had left her house. wooyoung lived a couple doors down from y/n's house and didn't feel like leaving just yet.

ever since y/n moved into the neighborhood in third grade, the two had become inseparable. the duo would tell each other everything from stupid crushes to ranting about how their favorite arcade game was rigged. and tonight was another one of those nights were the two could talk until the sun rose.

tonight's topic was about their futures and what they wanted to do since they were now seniors and adulthood was coming closer everyday.

"woo?" y/n asked, fiddling with one of her plushies.

"yes, y/n." wooyoung perked up his head from his phone.

"what are your plans after college?"

wooyoung paused for a moment, forming his answer carefully. "i don't think i'm going to college after high school."

"huh? what are you going to do then?" y/n asked, surprised her best friend wasn't going to some sort of culinary school since he would not stop cooking.

"i know it's kind of dumb but i wanna be an idol." wooyung confessed sheepishly.

"it's not dumb, woo." you argued back. "i mean you are one of hell of a dancer and you can sing. just send it."

his cheeks flushed a little bit at her comments. "are you sure? what if-"

"jung wooyoung. look at me." y/n said as she grabbed his wrists.

the boy looked up at her with doubt and worry washed over his face.

"you got amazing vocals that i'm pretty sure angels are jealous of you and you can literally beat anyone in a dance battle. including me, which is saying a lot." y/n joked as she flipped her hair.

it was true though. y/n was a killer dance and when her and wooyoung danced together, circles would form around them at parties.

"if you want to become an idol. become an idol. i want to brag to everyone that i'm bestfriends with the jung wooyoung."

wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands to hips. "wow, you really just want me for the clout huh?"

"no!" y/n answered and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "but seriously, i'll support you no matter what. hell i'll watch one of your practices if they even allow that."

"i don't think they would allow that y/n."

"whatever, just send me videos of you dancing at least." y/n huffed and crossed her arms.

"of course. i promise to send you weekly videos."

"good, i'll be waiting for those." she smiled at him.

"y/n, what are you going to do afterwards?" wooyoung asked, leaning back on his hands.

"i want to join the navy." her eyes glowed as she talked. "i want to help protect our country and working overseas seems so much fun."

wooyoung watched in amusement as his best friend begin to drabble on about her plans after high school. "how are am i supposed to send you my weekly dance videos then?"

"through a flash drive duh. unless they allow sailors access to computers but i doubt it. just write to me and send a flash drive over."

"you really want me to spend money on flash drives?" wooyoung sarcastically asked.

"yes if you're gonna become an idol, i am going to have to pay for a ticket to your concert aren't I?"

"i mean, i guess. but i can probably get you free ones."

"nah, there's no fun in that." y/n said as she waved her hand, shooing away that idea. "i want to fight over people for barricade tickets."

wooyung laughed at her dumb dream. "okay, do whatever you want y/n."

two months later, y/n was helping out wooyung practice for his audition for bighit. the poor kid could not stop stressing out about his audition that was in a few days.

wooyoung had been non stop preparing ever since he found out the audition date. after school, he did his homework right away and then went straight to practicing his vocals and dancing.

on the weekends and when y/n had light homework loads during the week she would help out as much as she can.

today, wooyoung had probably been dancing for almost two hours in his backyard. he was constantly tweaking and perfecting dances that y/n was sure that his hair was going to turn gray before the audition even came.

"woo." y/n walked over to the speaker and paused the song. "you need to take a break dude. you've been at it for two hours now."

wooyoung inhaled deeply, he was trying his best not to snap at her for just trying to help him out. "give me five more minutes please. i know i can get it down. i just need a little more time."

"wooyung, give your body a break. it wouldn't hurt to take a five minute break." y/n said, her voice a little more sterner.

"y/n just please!" wooyung shouted, instantly regretting raising his voice at her. "just please give me a little longer and i promise, i'll stop."

"fine. i'll be inside." y/n sighed.

she couldn't get mad at him even though it was so tempting to just snap back at him and whack him in the face. but she understood the pressure and stress he was feeling at the moment.

instead, she took out her anger on the watermelon in front of her. cutting the watery fruit, a little more harshly than normal.

after she was done, wooyung had walked back into the house, dripping in sweat.

"finally, you're done. you know, you have to take more care of yourself once you start training." she scolded at him.

"that's if, i get in." wooyoung corrected her, wiping away his sweat with a towel.

"keep thinking negatively and i'll stab you." y/n threatened, half jokingly and half not. it certainly didn't help that her tone came out more serious since she was annoyed at him.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." wooyung put his hands in the air as soon as he saw y/n point the sharp knife at him.

"good. now eat and then we can work on your vocals." y/n pushed a plate full of watermelon and strawberries towards him.

"thank you." wooyung said as he reached for a strawberry.

"for what?" she asked as she washed her hands before snagging a slice of watermelon.

"for helping me with everything." wooyung looked at his best friend wondering how he would survive without her.

y/n looked up and met his gaze and she couldn't help but blush. "it's alright. i wanna see you perform when i get back from the navy."

"speaking of the navy, did you apply yet?" he asked in between chews.

"uhh, not yet. i've been busy." the h/c girl answered sheepishly as she picked up another piece of fruit to distract herself.

wooyung groaned, "it's because you're helping me isn't it?"

he felt even more worse since he snapped at her.

"no, no. it's not that. my parents are trying to talk to me out of it."

the boy looked skeptically at her. "are you sure? i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."

y/n scoffed at him. "are you dumb? you're going to be with me throughout this whole process, whether you like it or not."

wooyung smiled at her brightly. "yes, i will and i will be buying flash drives just for you. so you can watch my dance videos."

"that's right baby. catch me in the front row of all your concerts." y/n dramatically declared.

"with the tickets you'll refuse from me."

"just let me fight your future fans over them please."

"fine, it'll make up for the cost of the flash drives."

"fair enough." she laughed.

two weeks later, y/n's letter from the navy arrived in her mailbox after dinner.

once she had saw the mail truck come by she immediately ran to the mailbox with her slippers barely on her feet.

her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys and struggled to open it. y/n skimmed over the pile of letters in her arms until she found the one thing she was looking for. she shoved the rest of the letters back inside the mailbox so she could retrieve them later.

with trembling fingers and her heart beating so fast, y/n ripped the envelope opened. she could feel herself start to shake once she read the big fat congratulations on the paper.

y/n screamed out of pure happiness and rushed to wooyoung's house, completely forgetting about the rest of the letters in her family's mailbox.

she knocked on the door so harshly, anyone would of thought that she was the FBI about to barge into their home.

"wooyoung!" y/n exclaimed.

"y/n, what is it?" he asked, confused at her super excited state and then it hit him, "is it the navy?"

she hummed in response, "i got in, i'm leaving on saturday!"

"oh my god, y/n." wooyoung congratulated her before enveloping her in a warm hug. "i'm so happy for you."

"thank you, woo." y/n pulled back, her smile never leaving her face. "how about you did you get in?"

"about that..." he trailed off looking to the side.

y/n's face fell and before she could even say anything, wooyoung interrupted.

"just kidding. i got in." wooyoung's face returned back to his happy self, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"you fucker." y/n cursed as she slapped him on the arm. "i was going to cry for you. "

"owwww." he whimpered, rubbing his arm.

the girl pulled him into a hug which wooyoung slowly returned.

"look woo, we're achieving our dreams together." y/n smiled into his chest.

wooyoung hugged her even tighter. "i love you."

the two never had outwardly said that phrase, even in a friendly way. which is why it caught y/n off guard by a mile.

it was a definite no brainer that she loved him. at first it was in a best friend way but over time and the many idol practices, y/n always left his house wondering about her feelings for him. it was so cliche of her to fall for her childhood best friend but she couldn't help it.

wooyoung was there for her for everything, ever since she moved here. and of course, y/n was always there for him. feelings were bound to be caught, one way or the other. it was just matter of who would fall first.

"i mean uh," wooyoung pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

y/n's adrenaline was skyrocketing, "fuck it."

she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

wooyoung froze against her lips before kissing back. he didn't really know what was happening but he loved every second of it.

when the two of them pulled back for air, y/n was grinning. "i love you too, woo."

the trainee couldn't help but smile even brighter. but y'n's face fell at the thought of the future. she was leaving for the navy in a couple of days and wouldn't return for months. and wooyoung was starting his training soon. it was an absolutely, terrible idea to start a relationship considering the timing, but she would do it all for him.

he noticed her expression and reached for her cheek, caressing it. "i'll wait for you, y/n."

"really? i won't back for almost two years. i don't want you to-"

"y/n, i would wait an eternity if it i meant i could be with you." he reassured, staring deep into her eyes.

whatever worries y/n had were disappearing. it felt comforting to hear the one person who she loved and cared about, would be waiting for her when she came back.

wooyoung pulled her in for another comforting hug, "i will always love you, no matter how far away you are."

a tear slipped down y/n's cheek as she hugged him even tighter. falling in love with your best friend had never felt so bittersweet.

since then, wooyoung and y/n spent as much time as they could together before she left for the navy.

but now, the day they both dreaded had arrived.

y/n's suitcase was packed into her family's car as she said her goodbyes to her siblings and grandparents.

"you look so beautiful." y/n's grandpa cried, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.

the sailor was wearing her uniform with her long hair was slicked back into a bun.

"thank you, grandpa." y/n smiled as she pulled away to say goodbye to her other friends.

and of course, wooyoung's family was there. she saved her goodbyes for them last.

y/n went down the line of his family, hugging them and saying thank you for coming to see her go off.

when she reached wooyoung, the breath in her throat hitched as tears threatened to spill out. y/n promised to herself that she wouldn't cry before she left but for wooyoung and her parents, they were the exception.

wooyoung hugged her so tightly which y/n didn't mind at all. if she could, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms.

"i love you, woo." she mumbled into his chest.

"i love you too, y/n. good luck out there."

y/n pulled away reluctantly, "you too. i will be waiting for your first concert."

wooyoung smiled at her sadly and tugged at her wrist. y/n looked back at him with a confused expression before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. he didn't really care that his parents were there at the moment, he just needed to remember what her lips felt like before he forgot.

"i'll always be there with you." wooyoung whispered, as he pressed something into her hand.

y/n looked down at her hand to see a red rose hanging on a gold chain, "thank you, woo."

he nodded his head as he let you go.

he watched with teary eyes as you drove away but something in him sparked. another drive for him to work hard and achieve his dream.

dear wooyoung,

i miss you so much, it's beginning to drive me insane. but, i want to let you know that everything here is going smoothly despite these rocky ass waves. i've adjusted to almost everything around here except for waking up incredibly early. i've made new friends and have become really close with my roomate which is a relief because i don't know if i could deal with a shitty ass roomate. anyways, how's life back at home and how's training at bighit? have you seen taehyung yet? haha. i'm kidding. or not. but besides the point, tell me how life as a trainee. oh and before i forget, i figured out a way to watch your dance practice videos so please send them. i'll pay you back through buying barricade tickets alright? also, tell your parents i say hi please!

with much love,

y/n :)

p.s. i love you

dear y/n,

i miss you a lot too. even my parents do haha and they say hello back and hope you're doing well. i'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the navy life but i'm surprised that you're able to wake up so early haha. but don't worry, everything back home is great, just a little chaotic sometimes. trainee life is definitely tiring and hard but it's probably not much compared to what you have to do. i don't wanna know about the million, spirit-breaking things you do but if it makes you happy, i did see taehyung. even though it was for like two seconds because we were just passing in the halls. i hope one day i can see them practice live. maybe i'll see jimin. but anyways, i've made some friends too. we're gonna audition for a survival show called mixnine together. i'm really excited. i think you would like them. they're really funny but not as funny as me though. ok, i got to go now before my mom yells at me for staying up so late. so, i'll see you in my dreams. goodbye!

love,

wooyoung ;0

p.s. enjoy the dance cover i did with yeosang (someone who i met at bighit)

p.s.s. i hope the flash drive gets to you safely, i don't trust the postal services

two years later...

dear woo,

i have managed to secure tickets to your first concert in seoul thorough my parents. and yes, my parents had to do some fighting with some of your fans to help me secure a barricade ticket. i am utterly disappointed that i didn't get to do the fighting myself but i guess i'll just have to wait for your next tour. :( but on a more positive note i'm coming home soon! i'm so excited. the first thing we are doing though is getting some good dessert. i'm tired of eating the wack ass "desserts" here. oh! maybe we can go to a garden or something i don't know but i'm tired of looking at the water. some nice, pretty flowers will be much better to look at. speaking of flowers, i still have your rose necklace that you gave me. i wear it all the time except for when we do swimming exercises. i don't trust myself enough to bring it in the water. anyways before i have to go, i want to say how proud i am of you for coming so far in the idol industry. it seems like forever ago that i was helping you out for audition for bighit. i get to brag to people now that i'm dating a kpop idol hehe. say hi to the boys for me! and please send another video of you guys dancing so, me and my roomie can copy it. when i come home we can perform your songs together. oh my god that would be so much fun. ok, ok i really gotta go now but i love you and please take care of yourself! (or ask san too, either one works)

with much love,

y/n!

p.s. i'll be sitting a little bit to the right of the stage.

dear y/n,

i'm sad to hear that you couldn't fight my fans for barricade tickets but i am thankful that you are coming to our first show. i'll be on the lookout for you in the audience. and afterwards, find my parents and they'll take you backstage so i can see you again. did i tell you that our lightsticks came in and they're actually so cool. i'll see if i can snag you one and don't even think about having to pay back okay? you can pay me back by spending as much time as you can with me when you're back home. anyways, i wanna thank you for supporting me ever since i brought up the idea of becoming an idol. you were probably the only person who didn't laugh straight in my face for thinking such childish things but look at where we are now. i get to perform my first show with you in the barricade. and look at you, i got a badass girlfriend in the navy who can probably kick anyone's ass. and she can dance like??? i think win when it comes to having the coolest girlfriend ever. and you bet the first thing we're gonna do together is dance. i'm debating about teaching you the pirate king choreo or the say my name one. i don't know you can pick. also, yeosang, san, hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, and jongho all say hello back and are very excited to finally meet you. i gotta go now, i have to wake up early for some costume fittings but i'll send some pics over too. i love you!

love,

wooyoung :)

it was the day of ateez's first concert and wooyoung didn't even know if y/n was back from the navy yet because they could never really say when they're coming home for obvious reasons. but wooyoung couldn't help but pace around the dressing room.

it was definitely not the perfect timing since he was currently freaking out about twenty million things all at once. it was their first ever concert and everything could terribly wrong in wooyoung's mind. like what if y/n thinks that he performed terribly tonight or even worse what if she leaves in the middle of the concert because they were so bad. but he didn't even know if she was back in south korea since she hadn't called him or anything. not even her parents had called him. maybe they wanted to surprise him? no. that's dumb she already bought tickets so-

"wooyoung." his leader called out to him. ever since they had arrived at the venue, wooyoung had been non stop spacing out and mumbling things to himself. everyone in the group was of course nervous, but none of them were this anxious.

"huh?" the young idol snapped his head to hongjoong. "i mean yes."

"are you seriously okay? you haven't been able to stop mumbling to yourself since we got out of the car." he asked full of concern.

"yes, it's just that y/n is supposed to come and-" wooyoung rambled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

hongjoong put his hands on both of his shoulders, "woo, i am going to need you to calm down first. y/n is probably back home safe and is probably getting ready right now with her friends to come see us."

wooyoung slowly nodded to himself to convince himself that everything was okay.

"take a deep breath, ok?" hongjoong instructed, breathing along with him. "relax, she's going to come and she's gonna see how much you've improved since the last time she saw you."

his leader was right. wooyoung had improved in so many ways, from his singing to his confidence in performing. he should be excited to show off how much he improved to her.

"you're right." the young idol nodded his head. his worries about y/n were slowly being lifted away.

hongjoong smiled at him before patting his back.

during the concert everything was going smoothly. there was no costume slip ups or them forgetting their lines it was going great. but wooyoung couldn't find y/n amongst the many faces in the crowd. it was worrying him but he decided to not let any negative thoughts cloud his mind mid performance.

until, they were about to perform their last song and his parents ran to their dressing room. tears were streaming down his mother's face.

"what's going on? are you okay mom?" wooyoung asked immediately, he wrapped his mom in a hug.

"it's y/n." his dad started in soft voice.

"what? what happened? is she okay?" he asked, his head snapping to his dad. it was a miracle how he didn't break his neck.

"honey, she couldn't make it. there was an accident and something happened to the ship." his mom cried.

"what do you mean she didn't make it?" wooyoung couldn't believe a word they were saying. there was no way in hell she died. she was too young. wooyoung didn't even get a chance to say i love you again in person.

"her ship went down and there was only a few survivors and-"

"no. you're lying." the shocked idol shouted as he backed away from his parents only to be caught in san's chest.

"sweetheart, they couldn't find her." his mom revealed as she wiped a tear away from her face. "she was supposed to arrive yesterday."

wooyoung didn't say anything but fall to the floor. every ounce of happiness he had was gone. he couldn't believe it. there was no way.

"you guys are going back up now." their manager shouted to them.

"we wanted to tell you later but-"

"that's enough, honey." his dad shushed. he didn't want to make things worse than they already were.

"woo, come on." san said as he helped him up.

he didn't say anything but followed his members out of the dressing room.

wooyoung didn't know how he was supposed to continue singing when he just found out that love of his life died.

"sing for her, alright?" san comforted right before they walked back on stage.

they were performing star 1117. the last song of the night. which was good for wooyoung cause he just wanted this night to be over already.

once mingi started singing, wooyoung lost it. as well as his fellow members but they weren't crying for the same reasons he was.

they were crying because after all the neverending practices and the amount of frustrating times sitting in the sound booth trying to get the perfect sound was all worth it. they were finally doing what they love in front of people who genuinely enjoyed their music and were excited for what's to come from them.

he should be crying for the same reasons they were or maybe he was a little bit. he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore. he just felt empty.

san watched his friend break down and went over to him for support. he was never much of crier but this performance was close to breaking his wall.

in the eyes of a fan, it looked like san was merely comforting a crying wooyoung. but what they didn't know was why he was crying.

finally the song had ended and almost everyone was crying or at least on the verge of tears. the boys stood in line at the very front of the stage with bittersweet looks as they bowed down to the crowd.

they all waved goodbye with smiling faces and wet eyes.

someone had tossed roses onto the stage which wooyoung of course picked up before heading backstage.

he couldn't even make it to their dressing room before crying again. san had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced as he guided them back to the safety of their dressing room.

wooyoung had sunk into of the couches there and just let everything out. this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling. he was supposed to be happy and thankful that their first concert was a huge success. he should be happily celebrating with his friends and with y/n but not anymore.

all the members had took turns in comforting him. they never got the chance to meet y/n but they did see lots of photos of her and heard many stories from wooyoung. she sounded like an amazing person to be around and they were heartbroken that they would never get to meet her.

all the fans had left the venue by now and wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the stage. his feet was dangling off the edge while he twirled the rose in his hands. he was done crying for now and spoke softly to himself.

"i wish you were here y/n. the concert was a huge success. i'm really thankful that you helped me practiced for my bighit audition. i think i owe you a lot for that. i don't know if i would've stuck with my dream if it wasn't for you." he mumbled. "i miss you like crazy, it's not even funny. but i know you're watching me from up there and you're probably telling me to stop crying" wooyoung chuckled to himself. "but i don't think i'll stop for awhile. i love you, y/n and i'll never stop loving you."

"wooyoung." yeosang called for him. "we're leaving now."

the heartbroken idol smiled softly at his friend before getting up. he kissed the rose and he could've sworn he felt y/n's soft lips on it. maybe he was just dreaming or maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to him. wooyoung crouched down and left the rose a little to the right of the stage.

"for you, my little dreamer."

ever since that night, wooyoung had left a little rose sticker on the right side of the stage at every single venue he performed at.

it was his way of remembering y/n. it was so that she could be with him at every concert or award show.

wooyoung was even gifted a similar rose necklace from his group. he couldn't stop crying that night and thanked them repeatedly.

every night before he went to bed he would touch the rose and whisper "i love you, y/n."

sometimes he would dream about her and wake up crying. thankful, he got to see her again in his dreams. because that's what they were.

dreamers.

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Ripe Peach Pt. 9

Peaches was exhausted and despite her best efforts, fell fast asleep in the passenger seat of the speeding car, buckled up and naked, save for The Joker’s blazer. He had drained every last drop of energy from her and a wave unshakable sleepiness hung thick and heavy, until slumber finally enveloped her completely. It was as if he had given her a strong sedative, despite him swerving all over the road and driving with his usual, unfettered zeal. Each jerky motion felt like being rocked as she slept. Her sleep was so deep, that she eventually would only recall pieces of the night they returned to the hideout.

She heard the pop of the car door being opened as J came around to coax her out of it. She heard the clacking of his expensive dress shoes, and felt the cool marble on the pads of her feet as he led her, like a foolish girl who had drank too much, up the staircase. It smelled of summer lilac, honeyed peaches and amber in the expansive master bedroom, where Nico’s candles lay burning.

Instinctively, Peaches inhaled deeply as her nose grazed the inside of The Joker’s neck, his skin cool and smelling of gun powder and bergamot and musk. It was the only thing that woke her for more than a couple of seconds, her eyes darting over him and then getting heavy again as her grinned down into her soft, sweet face. She lay, seemingly lifeless, on the plush comforter beneath her, the silky pillow easing her into a peaceful and profound obscurity. And then she woke up.

Peaches eyes fluttered open to find herself in a pitch-black room. The candles that were previously burning, had been extinguished and the entire room was draped in heavy, black-out curtains. She lay in the opulent bed and stretched her entire body, starting from her toes, all the way to her outstretched fingertips and then sat up and flipped on a small lamp on the end table beside her. Immerging out of the indulgent coverlet, she found herself completely nude and illuminated by the soft light.

Rich, purple tapestries covered almost every surface, accented by gold-leaf and a perfectly polished marble floor. She tried to ascertain the time, but there were no clocks in the room. Her purse and wallet had been placed neatly on an adjacent dresser, alongside a bottle of fancy water, but she couldn’t find her phone anywhere. Peaches cracked the bottle open, chugged it greedily and then tip-toed out of the room. She wasn’t inherently sure why she was being so cautious; it just felt like the right thing to do. Now, the marble floor was bitterly cold against her bare feet as she walked softly down a dimly lit, extensive corridor, in the silky bedsheet she had slept in, to the nearest bathroom.

Unsurprisingly, the Joker had spared no expense in this in room as well, and it was a luxurious, spa-like experience once she entered. The entire hideout was an extravagant, Russian design and the bathroom not unlike the bedroom, was one of its jewels. The heated floor was a welcomed respite and led into a spacious room, complete with an enormous soaking tub and solid, gold fixtures against the marble ivory and gold covered walls.

She decided to take a long, hot shower and as she stepped inside the large compartment, she realized that it was probably half the size of her own apartment. Encased in thick tempered glass, the shower was equipped with wide, double rain shower heads, warm, wrap-around teak benches and what looked like a sound system or control panel. Every luxury soap, cleanser or moisturizer she could dream of, lined the walls and she exited, feeling fresh and smelling expensive. She wrapped herself in a fluffy “J” monogramed towel and went back into the bedroom to rummage through the drawers for something to wear.

Nico had prepared a couple of outfits just for Peaches, anticipating her stay and ensuring enough appropriate attire to not disturb the daytime help unless absolutely necessary. Peaches put on an oversized, long-sleeve, black, knit sweater, a pair of black panties and some long, black knee-high socks. She sat down and combed out her damp hair and tried to decide if she should go looking for him.

As she curled up on a sumptuous, violet chaise lounge, she started to ruminate on him, allowing her mind to wander freely and without judgment for the way he made her feel. She thought about the way his slick, chartreuse hair fell into his eyes when he got excited, and about how the dark ink of his tattoos contrasted beautifully against his near translucent skin. She thought about his long fingers, like that of a pianist, and felt overcome with hot emotion.

It was simultaneously sexy and embarrassing to think of him. Every interaction with The Joker had been lust-filled and tumultuous. He was able to completely exert his dominance and ownership over her and she couldn’t explain why. He was a criminal of the worst kind, yet it only served to turn her on even more when she thought about the things, he might have done and the crimes he might have committed.

Her whole body flushed as she thought about the previous night and how he’d ravaged her inside and on top of the car, amidst the passing cars on the highway. She thought about all of the things he said and did to her. She thought about the cane. These were things that she’d allowed and she was humiliated to admit to herself that she had enjoyed them. Not only had she enjoyed them, but she now found herself craving these things. Up until recently, her body was not a positive in her life. It was a sign of her failures or at best, a hope or an opportunity for improvement. The Joker left no room for any of those perceptions. His thoughts, words and actions took over everything he laid his stony blue eyes on, including her.

All that thinking had left her skin warm to the touch and she swallowed thickly, feeling thirsty and a little hungry. She tread softly, out of the room and downstairs, looking for the kitchen to get a glass of water and something to nibble on. The loft was enormous, quiet and dusky and she made her way through the living room gingerly, not wanting to knock over anything or walk into any walls. She peeked her head to the left noticing a glowing light, coming from beyond a closed door.

Turning the knob, she found a narrow stairwell and started to descend it, too curious to stop herself as her feet moved quickly down the glass stairs. The lights shone a bright blue as she continued down the spiral staircase and she finally stopped at the bottom to take in the enormity of the room. It was wall-to-wall steel, glass and equipped with a full sink, white countertops, rolling chairs, an examination chair and an immaculate, sparkling white floor. It was a sterile and cold environment. The table tops were filled with Bunsen burners, heavy beakers, flasks, test tubes and cylinders in various states of use. Adjacent to the tops were trays with forceps, scoopulas and stirring rods.

This was the Joker’s personal laboratory. Peaches walked around, hesitantly snooping, and reading the labels on the concoctions lining the walls. Countless injectables, pills and gasses, filled the sleek, meticulously labeled cases, penned with the names of poisons and weapons he had developed and tested himself here in the lab. She ran her fingers along the glass as she read the names to herself and walked along leisurely:

Smylex #3. Smylex Bombs. Joker Toxin. Joker Venom. Joker Gas #1. Acid Cheer. ‘Happy Gas.’

“Hello, my little peach. I see you’re busy putting your fingers in places where they don’t belong again.”

His voice was a dusky, velvety surprise and she jumped, shrieking and knocking into a wall of glass tubes, toppling them over and breaking them all over the pristine ground. “Oh my God J, I’m so sorry, I….I…was just looking for the kitchen and I…” The Joker stepped forward aggressively.

“What did you just call me?”

His eyes were cold as she stood there with her mouth agape. “Uhh...I’m sorry, Daddy? I meant to say Daddy.” He continued to stand there, glaring and breathing heavily and she quickly dropped down to her hands and knees to try to scoop up the glass. In her haste, she sliced a deep gash into her middle finger with a thick, broken shard. “Tssss…Ouch!” The blood spattered onto the floor and she quickly gripped the gash with her other hand and looked up at him with a worried look.

“Come and sit here, so Daddy can patch you up.”

He stood there, next to a leather examination chair and patted the seat firmly. Peaches gulped and scooted into the chair, drinking him in as he turned to open a first aid kit and get out the necessary bandages and antiseptic. He was dressed in his usual kind of attire, a white button down, dress pants and those expensive shoes she adored, with the usual, slicked back hair, however his gold chains were tucked and his shirt was buttoned to the top. He wore a white lab coat, thick black glasses and purple latex gloves. He rapidly turned to face her and when he caught her looking at him, he grinned wide and gave her a devilish grin until she blushed profusely.

“Give me your hand, naughty girl.”

She extended her hand reluctantly, revealing that the fresh cut was deep and still producing droplets of deep, red blood. Without a word, The Joker inserted her finger into his mouth, suckling the blood off of it slowly. She instantly gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feeling of the pink muscle against her injured digit. Encouraged by her reaction, he ran her entire hand under the faucet of the lab sink, never taking his eyes off his task, even as Peached watched him intently. He lathered her hand up with soap and carefully rinsed it off, drying it with a hand towel.

“This is going to sting, baby,” he said, with a wide grin that reached his bright eyes.

He took a cotton ball steeped in alcohol and pressed it into her raw wound, rubbing up and down, with an aggressive motion. “Owwww!” Peaches let out a helpless whimper as her nipples hardened beneath her sweater and then he was blowing cool air on her finger; his crimson lips pursed, as his eyes bore into hers. Lastly, he rubbed an ointment onto the cut and wrapped a bandage around it.

“What do you say peaches?” The Joker chided, as he smoothed the band-aid onto her finger with his thumb. “Thank you, Daddy.” Peaches blushed again as she thanked him and as she did, he gripped her chin in his palm and places a series of kissed on her open mouth. Suddenly, J slammed his fist on a button she hadn’t seen before and her embarrassment and arousal turned to sheer terror as metal clamps rose out of the chair at the ankles and wrists and bound her to it, fastening her in, helpless and confused.

“What are you doing?!” Her eyes darted around the room and she plead for him to respond as he paced towards the case with the toxins inside of it and removed a vile of Smylex #3 and a syringe. “Daddy, please, please, please! I’m sorry! I won’t break any more of your things again. Please, I’ll do anything you ask!” The very last statement made The Joker lift his head and throw it back on his shoulders as her began laughing maniacally. The sound of his cackle reverberated against the walls as her entire life flashed before her eyes.

He began drawing a quantity of the Smylex formula in the needle, stopping to show her his metal-toothed grin, as a green bead of toxin dribbled from its tip.

Was I just a toy for him to play with? Am I just an experiment? Oh my God he’s going to kill me!

Peaches gripped the arms of the chair as he wiped her inner arm down with alcohol, and then injected the needle rapidly, drawing the plunger out and then pushing it back down, until all the Smylex was discharged.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

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