#and that's just one of the things that manages to consistently irritate me. quiet kids aren't hurting anyone by being quiet

[thefanficmonster]

Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie. 

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him.  I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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[tetsuwhore]

𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

Description: in a ditch effort to avoid your fate as a lonely cat lady, you allow your best friend, Oikawa, to help you gain sexual experience.

Warning: explicit smut. size kink if you squint. loss of virginity. kinda angsty

Notes: 2.9k words. inspired by my ‘inexperienced bestfriend’ headcanons

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been a mindless comment really. 

The three of you were just reaching the convenience store when Iwaizumi received a call. After answering it and finishing his conversation, he promptly explained that it was his mother, who needed him to run errands for her. Which left you and Oikawa, who continued whining about his irritation at his ‘fanclub’.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, “So, you have a literal entourage of people devoted to you? Big fucking deal. My single ass hasn’t even kissed anyone yet, y’know. At this rate, I’m gonna end up a lonely cat lady by the time we’re in college.” You laugh lightly, only meaning it half seriously. Therefore, you could be forgiven for choking on air when you hear his serious response. 

“Why don’t I help you change that then?”

And now, here you are, laying in your best friend’s bed as he’s knuckle deep in you. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily and biting your lip in an effort to stay quiet. Your eyes are tightly shut, but you can tell that he’s still watching you intently, eyes alternating between focusing on his finger slipping into your hot cunt, and then wandering back to your contorted face. 

Struggling with your words, you manage to gasp out, “H-how does it feel so, uh, so fucking good?! It’s never like this when it’s, ah, when it’s just m-me.” Chuckling at the shakiness of your speech, he responds, “Had a lot of training to strengthen my fingers for setting. Plus, they’re much longer than your tiny ones, aren’t they? Makes it easier to reach deeper.” 

Shuddering at his words, you add, “They’re t-thicker, too.” Laughing at that, you feel him slightly shift the angle of his hand before continuing, “You usually can’t rely on fingering alone to get you off.” He follows that with a quick flick of his wrist, grinding his palm against your clit as his finger keeps prodding that certain spot inside you, adding, “Gotta pay attention to the clit.”

His attention is back on your face as you moan in response to his actions, no longer able to stay quiet. Grinning at your reaction, Oikawa continues his ministrations, rubbing his palm harder against you and increasing the tempo of his finger. His voice is silky smooth as he keeps going, “Keep rubbing harder and faster, until…”

You feel a high-pitched cry escape your lips. It’s so embarrassingly loud and shrill, but you’re unable to control it. His face is so smug - and normally, you’d want to slap the expression off of it, but this time, it just makes your face grow redder. 

“Until, it hits just... right. And then, you keep it consistent,” he whispers in your ear, “Feels good, hmm?”

Nodding frantically, you grip on to his arm, desperate to hold on to something so you don’t completely lose yourself. You hear him hiss - likely at your nails digging into his skin - but you’re too preoccupied with your impending orgasm to pay too much attention.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open,” Oikawa tuts disapprovingly. Opening your eyes, you realize that you had subconsciously closed your legs, trapping his hand in between - they were shaking so badly you hadn’t even noticed. You struggle, but nonetheless, move your feet further apart to allow him to continue. 

Tossing out all inhibitions, you don’t even bother attempting to hide your moans. Instead, you loop your free arm around his shoulder and bury your face in his neck, sobbing against his skin as you feel the knot in your stomach grow uncomfortably tight.

You feel his arm under you pull you closer to his chest, hand running up and down your side in a soothing motion. “Mhmm, that’s it, just like that, just like that,” Oikawa whispers - gentler than you’ve ever heard him speak - as he coaxes you through your orgasm, slowing his movements, but not stopping, allowing you to ride it out. 

He only pulls away once you stop trembling. When you open your eyes again, you find him watching you with a hawk’s gaze as you exhale shallowly, fighting to catch your breath. It makes you feel self-conscious, being under his scrutiny. Blushing, you cast your eyes into a corner to avoid his.

“Aw, (F/n)-chaaan, don’t go all shy on me just yet. I’ve still got more I wanna do to you first,” he teases as he moves his body on top of yours. 

Furrowing your brows, you begin to protest, “More? But, you said this was just for prep, right? So we could-”

Before you can finish, he interjects, “Are you really saying no to another orgasm?” Well, he had a point there. “Okay, I won’t stop you,” you concede, “but I’m still kinda, um, sensitive. Can we, uh…” You trail off, but he catches your eyes glancing down to his lips and smiles, finishing your sentence for you.

“A kiss? All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You don’t get a chance to comment on the nickname because you’re too distracted by Oikawa’s hot breath fanning against your mouth as he moves his face closer to yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his fingers graze your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. And yet, he doesn’t close the distance, as if he was waiting for you to make the move. So, you do. 

The first thing you register is how soft his lips feel, lightly pressed up against yours. Suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness hit you, you pull away abruptly, realizing that you’re not quite sure what to do next. Confused by your pulling away, he looks down at you, eyes quickly flickering with understanding as he realizes the reason for it. 

His thumb moves to caress your cheek before he moves forward again, this time, taking the lead. It’s more pleasant this time as he guides you, lips gently melding with yours. He keeps the pace slow, and you’re thankful for that - too much too quickly would’ve overwhelmed you. But then, as you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, his thigh brushes against your core.

It’s involuntary, really, when you softly moan into his mouth in response to the contact, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. 

But it’s enough to drive him feral.

Tightly gripping your hips in his calloused hands, he presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing your gasps as he tilts his head forward to deepen the kiss, turning it into something deeper, hungrier. You feel his tongue enter past your lips, licking the edges of your teeth before clashing against yours. You’re not sure how you feel about that - the sensation is slightly odd, but not entirely unwelcome. 

“So, there was... s-something else you wanted to do?” you question breathily after pulling away, eyes cast up towards the ceiling - you would implode if you were to look at him while he was sucking on the sensitive buds of your breasts. Trailing his lips down your midriff, he mutters in between kisses, “Mhmm, got something I wanna show you.” His voice is so low, you almost miss what he says next. 

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue,” he murmurs against your skin, “so you’re nice and ready when I stretch you out with my cock.”

This was your best friend. The same friend you used to play hide-and-seek with as kids. The same one who coerced you into binge watching space documentaries with him during sleepovers. So then, why was it that his words made your body react by sending a flush of pink across your face, and a throbbing between your legs? 

He’s laying on his stomach now, face dangerously close to your soaked core. Scooting closer, he lifts up one of your legs, rough palm slowly trailing up the back of your calf. Shifting it to place it on his broad shoulder, he lightly brushes his lips against the expanse of your inner thigh. He’s ghosting kisses along your skin - you can feel them, but the pressure is practically non-existent, it’s maddening. 

“Oikawa, stop teasing! Do- do something…” you grit out, frustrated. 

Hearing his chuckle only adds to your exasperation as he ignores your request, deliberately straying away from the center of your legs. With that infuriating smirk still on his face, he feigns ignorance, “Hmm, I’m not sure I know what you want me to do here. Why don’t you tell me?”

When you give no response, he repeats himself, “Tell me, c’mon.” His tone is deceptively light and teasing, but you don’t miss the commanding nature behind his words.

“Want you to… to, uh, make me c-cum,” you’re trembling as you struggle to get the words out, “on your… on your t-tongue.”

Shaking his head, Oikawa tuts, “No, no, say the rest.” God, why was he such an obstinate asshole? More importantly, why was it working so well at getting you hotter?

Breathing unevenly, you whisper, “gonna get me, uh, nice and- nice and ready,” and you cringe at how whiny your voice is, but nonetheless, finish, “so you can s-stretch me out with your… with your c-cock.” The words tumbling out of your mouth are so, so filthy. He’s practically coaxing them out of you.

(You hate how easy it is for him to do so.)

Humming approvingly, he praises, “Mhm, that’s a good girl. Wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The smug smile is back as he purrs, “Can’t have you going all shy now. Not when I’m about to make you cum so hard you cry.” 

Before you can respond, he’s hoisting your other leg over his shoulder. You stare up at the ceiling, form tensed up as you wait for what feels like an eternity - you can feel his breath fanning over your core as you anticipate his next move. 

Then, you feel it. A warm, wet sensation right against your sensitive clit - you have to force yourself not to jerk away in response. The first swipe of his tongue is broad, one that languidly trails up all the way from your slit, to deep between your folds. 

The feeling is so odd, so new. And so, so delicious. 

It’s nothing like your fingers (or even his), nothing like you’ve ever felt before, but fuck, it’s good. It’s an antithetical combination of too much, and not enough - you can tell he’s holding back, going slow to begin with. And as much as you want him to turn ravenous and devour you alive, you know it’ll be too much for you to handle. 

Oikawa knows exactly when he’s got the right rhythm going. Of course, you think to yourself, of course he fucking knows - from how you’re suddenly gripping his hair, squirming around and whimpering for him. And he keeps it up, using his tongue to turn you into a mess. Licking again. 

And again, and again. 

“Mhmm, Oikawa, k-keep… oh- keep doing that! P-please, I’m gonna… I’m gonna-”

You’re cut off by a sharp moan that leaves your lips as he pulls you closer to his face, tongue digging deeper into you. You’ve vaguely aware of him lightly chuckling against you - probably at how whiny you sound.

(And you can’t even get annoyed at him because you’re too distracted by how it sends vibrations directly to your core.)

Oh. Oh. Oh, god. 

Tightly gripping his hair, you tense up, head thrown back and eyes tearing up as you release a final cry. Your hips move involuntarily, grinding against his face in a ditch effort to prolong the waves of your pleasure for as long as you can. He holds his tongue out flat, allowing you to do as you please. His eyes are locked on your face - his smoldering gaze is so intense that you feel compelled to look away, afraid that you’d combust if you didn’t. 

Oikawa only pulls away once you whimper weakly that it’s too much, your hands slowly releasing the grip they have on his locks. Planting a soft kiss on your inner thigh, he moves to rest on his elbow next to you as you exhale heavily, face flushed and hot - from your orgasm, or the embarrassment, you’re not sure.

“Good?” 

The question in itself is genuine enough, but the shit-eating grin on his face is all you need to see to realize that he knows. The bastard already knows that it was more than good. (With how you were practically sobbing his name only minutes ago, how could he not?) Choosing not to respond, you shoot him a glare instead.

“(Y/n)-chaaan, why are you annoyed at me for asking a perfectly reasonable question?” he pouts, whining, “Besides, I should be the annoyed one, seeing how you were practically yanking my hair out!” 

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “Serves you right for teasing me so much!” 

Shaking his head dramatically and childishly muttering something about how you’re ‘so mean’, Oikawa turns to face you, gently cupping your cheek. His expression and tone are more somber this time as he inquires, “You sure you still wanna go all the way though? We don’t have to go any further, just making you feel good is perfectly fine for me.”

Seeing you sit up, he moves, resting his back against the headboard as he waits for your response. You reach for the condom on his nightstand before returning back, placing yourself in his lap. Handing him the little silver packet, your hands move to his shoulders, before you finally respond, “Yes, Oikawa, I want to do this, don’t worry.” 

“Besides, we’ve already reached this far anyway,” you move your face closer to his, whispering against his lips, “It’s like you always say - if you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks - right?” Seeing his eyes widen in surprise at your boldness, you silently congratulate yourself - you had finally rendered the Oikawa Tooru speechless.

(Even if it was only for a few seconds.)

“Fuck, hearing you say that was hot.”

Swallowing at the roughness of his voice, you bite your lip, asking softly, “That’s what you’re gonna do then? Break me?”

Quickly regaining his composure, Oikawa smirks, purring, “Hmm, I’m not sure you’d be able to handle it, sweetheart. Maybe next time.” 

And then he’s on you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t hold back this time, quickly engaging you in a searing kiss that sends shock waves straight down to your stomach. You’re still shaky on what to do, but you attempt to mimic his movements, following his lips and working with them. 

In the midst of all your excitement, you had not even realized that Oikawa was still fully clothed. Your cheeks flush pink as it dawns on you that you, on the other hand, are completely naked. Pulling away, you hastily reach for his shirt, practically yanking it off of him before looping your arms around his neck, sighing when you finally, finally feel naked skin against yours. 

Moving back to press your lips against his, you feel his hands shift, rustling against your stomach as he makes quick work of unbuttoning his pants. But before he can put on the condom, you stop him. “Wait, c-can I?” you ask, tone laced with hesitance. He simply nods, watching you with that same scrutinizing look that he wears on the court as he hands you the rubber and waits. 

For a moment, you simply eye it curiously. It’s… surprisingly pleasant to look at. It’s ruddy, particularly at the head, and it curves slightly to the left. As for the size, you don’t have the experience to start making comparisons, but you know it’s big, at least for you. It was definitely bigger than your tampons, and those were already hard enough to put in. 

He wasn’t kidding about stretching you out. You feel a deep-seated lust settle within you as you consider the thought - oddly enough, it’s appealing, and you quiver at the thought of your tight walls being stretched thin around his large length. 

Once you’ve got the condom on, he asks again, tone uncharacteristically hesitant, “You sure?” Sighing in mock exasperation, you grin, teasing, “What happened to Mr. Stretch-Me-Out-With-His-Cock?” 

Seeing his unamused expression, you chuckle, adding without thinking, “No, really, I appreciate you doing this with me. I want to experience what it’s like, be ready for the real thing, y’know?”

Again, it was a mindless comment. As you angle yourself over him and move down, you’re too caught up in the feeling of being filled for the first time - you miss the way Oikawa’s eyes grow dark upon hearing your words. 

Real thing.

Then again, who could blame you for not realizing the impact your words had on him. You would always see him as nothing more than your best friend, as the stepping stone before you got to the real thing. Nothing more. Nothing remotely close to how he wanted you to see him. 

(Or how he saw you.)

So as he places his hands on your hips in a bruising grip, moving his hips upwards in a punishing thrust that has you keening, he swears. 

He may not be your “real thing”, but he’ll make sure to burn into your memory that no one else would ever fuck you as well as Oikawa Tooru could.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader

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Buzzkill | Ksj. 18+

Pairing: Boss!Seokjin x Driver!Reader

Rating: Mature

Genre: Request, PWP

Word: 6k

Discription: In which your boss has a consistent streak of being the biggest wet blanket.

Warnings: soft dom!Jin, sub!reader, penetration, fingering, unprotected sex they have sex on a stolen car, cursing, explicit wording, slight degradation, Quickie 

A/N: so this is request I received and decided to turn it into a mini fic for a cute little bean, I’m sorry took a second but I do hope you enjoy it sweetie! 😘

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There was nothing more thrilling than the violent purr of the engine surrounding your senses, the harsh wind whipping through your hair, the exhilarating sound of power that brought you and your crew mates through the dark silent streets of an unknown neighborhood and especially the pride that came with knowing everyone would end up praising you for your extraordinary skills as a getaway driver. You’d only known them for about three weeks, but that was plenty of enough time to showcase your abilities and impress them. They would compliment you, lifting your ego for the complicated turns and cheering you on for the risky maneuvers that allowed all of you to get off scot free with more than five hundred thousand dollars...you loved it, every single part of it.

It was moments like this where Jimin snaps his hands to applaud your fearless energy, Hoseok, the personified can of sunshine boosts you for whipping the fast car in front of a massive truck as a means to shake the three police cars chasing you down the highway. The kid, known as Jungkook- widening his eyes in amazement and slight fear once that same truck misses all of you by a hair as you exited fast lane.

It was a thrill and one you found yourself living off of recently.

The adrenaline and rush of everything you had done, bringing life to the boring, mundane one you’d use to live before. How you were just some pretty accountant by day, kissing the asses of rich old men with too much privilege on their hands- but only to turn around and take care of it for them by night time...in other words you were robbing them blind and just the thought alone always had you grinning ear to ear, even while you turned the unharmed vehicle into the hidden garage that your crew mates owned. It was fun, yet rewarding every time and nothing anyone did could ever ruin that-

“That was dumb.”

“Excuse me?”You balk.

All too quickly, the rush of your misdeed had drained away from your body and suddenly the air had gone incredibly still. The three men currently residing in the back of the car, pauses just as perplexed as you were in the driver’s seat- your eyes glued to the platinum blonde male staring you down in the passenger.

Arms crossed, his pearly teeth nibbling on a silver lip ring- Jin, otherwise known as Kim Seokjin and your boss, meets you with an unimpressed gaze “You heard what I said, that was stupid and reckless.” He continues, voice devoid of any kindness as well as having irritation enter those black irises.

You shake your head, blinking a couple of times just to make sure you’re understanding him and maybe you weren’t in some dream. “I’m confused...what are you talking about?” your voice lifts slightly with outrage while you turned the key in the ignition to shut the car off.

Jin’s face only hardens “Don’t make me repeat myself, that bull crap stunt you pulled back there could’ve nearly killed us. We were lucky that truck driver only hesitated from hearing the police sirens just before that exit...like I said, dumb.” The tense outburst between all of you, was enough to throw the entire atmosphere and stun you all into silence.

Well all except Hoseok, as the optimistic member, he suddenly reaches forward to pat Jin on the shoulder from the back “Hey man, She was great back there- Lighten up.”

“Yeah Hyung, the important thing is that we’re all alive and we each have a hundred thousand dollars in our pockets without anyone catching on.” Jungkook decides to chime in as well, peering around for confirmation- which he does receive. “There's no telling what could have happened if she didn’t.”

You on the other hand didn’t reply to the hurtful insult of the soured male beside you and neither did Jimin, Too busy trying to cope with the foreign reaction of your driving skills and that you were being scolded for actually doing your Job. As you sat there listening to the both of them defend your honor, you’d hoped some of it might have gotten to the quiet grouch raining in on your thrill, but instead it only increased his anger. Which only caused Seokjin to turn his attention to the three men in the back.

He sends an expectant look to Hoseok “I’m sorry...do you and Jimin not have money in the back of this car to go count?” He presses harshly “Instead of worrying about the brat, I suggest you tend to your duties.” Seokjin snaps his fingers, causing the dark haired male to flinch and send you all a beaten look before backing down. Within the next few seconds Hoseok opens his back seat door, getting out grumpily and causing a chain for Jimin to follow him. They both walk around to the back of the car, both of them coming into your vision on the rearview mirror. You catch sight of Jimin, a short wink coming from him with two hits to the closed trunk signaling you to pop it open.

Immediately, you oblige.

Meanwhile Jin turns around to Jungkook, the poor kid’s Adam Apple bobbing up and down as your boss looks at him sternly. “Well?”

“Um, I-I should probably help them?” He says a bit unsure, his pitiful posture within the middle seat, making your soft spot for him ache.

His knees knocked together, rough hands rubbing nervously across his muscular thighs- which makes you wonder how he could possibly be so wrecked from one man and yet keep a calm composure when facing the lethal obstacles of obtaining glorious amounts of money. Nonetheless, you don't have much time to process before the kid is scurrying out of his seat, doing the same as his friends and opening the back seat’s door to let himself out-leaving the both of you inside with silence.

“...Well that was uncalled for.” You finally mumble after a few seconds go by.

From beside you, Seokjin Sighs tiredly- almost ruefully before completely ignoring you. The skip in your heart beat from the situation only serves to remind you of how much adrenaline you still had running through your system.

Just like that, Seokjin had immediately ruined the mood like always and if that weren't enough to have you fuming from the buzzkill, then what he said next did him no Justice. “Aw the brat can’t handle criticism all of a sudden?”

Your face turns sour “I can when that person isn’t being a dick.”

“It's never stopped you before.”He scoffs “ Pointing out a selfish move like that doesn’t make me the bad guy Kiddo, unfortunately for you, you have a hard time seeing that fault.”

Your anger spikes, watching as he rests his head back. Even more now that the adrenaline in you had become noticeable and part of you wondered if he was riling you up on purpose.

It wouldn't be the first time…Seokjin had pissed you off plenty of times before in-fact the man had been giving you a hard time since the first day you began. You couldn’t recall a single memory where you and your boss had a pleasant conversation with each other, not when you brought him the damaged and stolen vehicle of your ex to his garage and especially not when you had to explain the wreckage it’d received after you crashed it in an impromptu street race after your break up.

Now that you were thinking about it, you remembered how you even managed to land the job in the first place…Right, because maybe it didn’t help that your ex happened to be very good customer of the garage owner and that if it weren’t for him- you’d be facing a few years behind bars at the moment. Agreeing to never tell the poor soul the whereabouts of his precious child unless you agreed to work a few jobs for him.

Before then, he’d already been aware of your talent, hearing about it constantly from his babbling friend and always dreading the long convos of another man bragging about his girlfriend, who ‘knows how to drive a stick shift in more ways than one’. You grimaced from the crude comment when Jin had mentioned it to you and it’d been a pleasure knowing he wouldn't be able to say it anymore, Although the man himself had no problem bringing it up just to toy with you on the matter.

So yeah you kind of owed it to him, especially when he’d taken the liberty to fix the car up for you...but still...It doesn’t mean he gets to be an ass right now.

“You’re right Jin, It's not like I'm risking my life too,” The man rolls his eyes as soon as you speak “-Or that I managed to lose three police cars and a helicopter that nearly caught us from a misdirection you gave prior.” You huff out from your nose, your face turning so red Seokjin could've sworn he’d seen steam coming from your ears.

He then hears it before he sees it, the sound of an opening car door and shuffling coming from his side, only to see you clamber out of your seat angrily and turn his way. “You know what, forget it, we got the money... If you think what I did was selfish, fine, but I’m done, I did what you asked and I got us the hell out of there. So do us all a favor and take that damn stick out of your ass for once.” You snap at the older man, not giving him a chance to reply before slamming the car door in his face and also not noticing the way he shamelessly eyes you from his seat.

From behind the car, all three men freeze from your sudden outburst- their shocked expressions morphing while seeing someone so calm suddenly go-off on the most intimidating person here. You clear your throat from the awkward air surrounding you…maybe now would be a good time to leave. You think to yourself, your feeting shifting to turn away until one final sound of a slammed car door stops you as well.

Seokjin steps out, his own aura turning for the worst, but he doesn't plan to take it out on the others. No in-fact even as the three quickly move into action from seeing him appear as well, he doesn’t spare them glance when his eyes ignite on fire from your words. Seokjin’s nostrils flare, inked arms flexing at his sides under a light pink button down and the back of his neck gone completely red, bringing the tiniest bit of fear in you, that you’d gone too far.

Oh and you did.

“Jungkook.” The air practically vibrates with the bass of Seokjin’s voice. The younger stops in between Hoseok and Jimin, eyes widened with curiosity of hearing his name.

“Y-Yes?” he answers quickly.

Seokjin glances at him, an honest emotion written on his face- giving you whiplash from the sudden change of character. “Go home. It's late and the last thing I need is for your older brother to jump down my throat about where you’ve been. Tell Namjoon I’ll be making your drop Tomorrow morning.” He says with finalty. Namjoon...That name itself was enough to punch you in the gut and had it not been for the crippling rush plaguing your body- you’d be feeling quite nauseous at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.

At first Jungkook makes no effort to move completely bewildered by the sudden order “I...but-”

Jimin gives him a light shove to break his trance. “Go, before you piss him off even more -we got it from here.” he whispers but not low enough that you couldn’t catch it from your side of the car.

Jungkook, looks around to all of you for the last time tonight, muttering a silent confirmation before slowly backing off and heading in the opposite direction. No doubt heading out to his own car. After that is done Seokjin barks the simple orders to the two others “Count and leave.” Insisting how late it is for them as well and if he saw them again tonight- they’ll have more to worry about than whether or not they make it home.

Unlike Jungkook, the both of them agree with no hesitation, grabbing what was left in the trunk and heading off somewhere deeper into the garage without so much as glancing your way or saying goodnight. A strange way to act, considering they were always the first ones to do so and with that- you couldn’t stop the sinking foreboding in the pit of your stomach.

Oh.

Finally Seokjin comes back to you, expression blank and yet you could still feel the cold chill draping down your spine from the look- A strange mix of adrenaline with the beginnings of a newfound lust rising in your abdomen from the wolfish gaze he sends your way. Across from his side of the car, He snaps his fingers once again and points to you. “Come here.” He doesn’t question and neither do you, your body on autopilot as your slow footsteps reaches his ears. Each step felt non-existent as if you were walking into a trap and it was too late to turn back. You swallow, frowning up at the tense man staring at you while you walk around the car. Once close enough, you stop a few feet away from him, the butterflies in your stomach sending alarms to your head that you had found yourself in this situation with Seokjin.

Strange how it quickly turned to excitement.

He gives you a once over, narrowed eyes zoning in specifically on how far you’d allowed yourself space. He suddenly meets your eyes “Do you like pissing me off?” The male could only ask, crossing his arms together- your own eyes flickering to the tattooed biceps bulging out from the action.

You swallow in your very dry throat. “I could ask you the same thing, you’ve grown quite the record.”

He arches a brow, face hardening from the reply and he suddenly takes a step forward, beginning to circle opposite of the car and towards you. “ I’m not trying to be an ass, y/n.” He starts cautiously.

“You’ve been an ass since the first day we met,” You sputter in disbelief watching him take another slow step. “admit it you don’t like me because you think I broke your friend’s heart. Good news, it's the other way around.” You point out wearily, subconsciously taking a step back of your own towards the hood of the car.

It was no secret how bad of a break up you and your ex had and if anyone knew, it was definitely Jungkook. The constant bickering and fighting between you and his older brother, the poor thing had to have heard every horrible word you both spat at each other within their home and there was no surprise that even he wanted you to end it. Truth be told, you both were wrong, a bad match to put it lightly and the biggest problem seemed to be how easy it was for Namjoon to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was too jealous, too demanding, too sensitive and It's probably why anyone would think you were the one who hurt him, that definitely wasn’t the case.

Seokjin’s Features turn down in confusion, before a sly grin breaks across his face, a reaction you weren't expecting and his brows furrowing in as if the words you were speaking are absolute gibberish. “Is that what you think? That's... Interesting.” he ponders out loud, amusement clear as ever in his voice. “I mean you’re wrong, but you’re right I don’t like you.”

Your face goes flat, from where you stand Seokjin has gotten significantly closer- your entire body on high alert as your boss begins to tower over you. He tilts his head, your instincts screaming at you to run away and yet you don’t move a single inch- your heart pounding in your chest. “Your mouth and narcissistic tendencies piss me off to no end, but you can drive so Namjoon was right about that and If I actually gave a shit about your past relationship- I wouldn’t constantly find myself wanting to fuck a brat against his car at this moment.” He shrugs while bringing himself even closer, those sinful eyes swirling with a much darker intention.

“I-I what?”

Your entire nervous system jolts from the confession, the electrifying mixture of arousal strumming through you more than ever as the visual had gone to your head. It’s not like you’ve never thought of it before, After all you’d be lying to say you weren’t attracted to him- he was insanely gorgeous. However the problem came whenever Seokjin would go out of his way to comment negatively to you or for instance dismiss your every attempt whenever you tried to have a decent conversation with him.

But now that was different, So much that part of you couldn’t comprehend the sudden force of his lips crashing down on yours. A surprised yelp leaving your body from the soft plush fiercely molding against your mouth, accompanied with the searing cold of his silver lip ring. The kiss is completely unexpected and yet for some reason hot licks of arousal pool around within your stomach easily. You breathe deeply into him, two long arms coming to wrap tightly within the curve of your waist and Seokjin’s hand snakes slightly under the warmth of your shirt, resting at the small of your back.

All over, the butterflies you were feeling had gone completely haywire, your body being pressed firmly into his hard chest and on instinct your own hands had braced themselves onto his broad shoulders.

He groans, a startling vibration that has you rubbing your thighs together, managing to catch his attention in the process and Seokjin can’t help but to run his tongue across the bottom seam of your lips. It feels as if your body had naturally melted into him, the dominance in his kiss leaving you breathless and your head had begun to spin as he moves to suck on your bottom lip- wanting entry so bad he had even sank his teeth to elicit a moan from your end.

“Damn I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” His husky chuckle has you keening into him, the hands on your back roaming up further, when he lifts you more into him. By now Seokjin had managed to slip in completely, the wet muscle maneuvering in every way it pleased, taking over completely and tasting you to the fullest.

At some point you’d managed to get completely lost in Seokjin, all your previous thoughts vanishing within his embrace and slowly you could feel your panties dampening from his touch- a violent shiver racking down your spine once his cold fingertips grazes all the way up on your heating skin. Your back arches, the thick bulge of his erection digging into your abdomen and you nearly grow goosebumps everywhere. Without noticing, your boss had managed to back you up against the car, a muscular thigh parting itself between your legs and rutting up into you, causing you to shiver pleasurably into his hold.

With his lips continuing their attack on yours, you’re still reminded of the silver ring digging into you, your own impulse to latch onto it, teeth tugging slightly to push a faint gasp from him. He feels an immediate twitch in his pants, his own arousal getting to his head and He suddenly parts- “Fuck okay.” You hear him breath, panting as the air finally makes its way back into your lungs and it doesn’t dawn on you what exactly just happened. Perhaps it could have been from the adrenaline running through your system or maybe that it’s been a while since you’ve been with anyone except Namjoon- but slowly you felt yourself slipping away, your fucked out gaze meeting Seokjin’s feral one and you held no ounce of regret.

“Lets try not tugging on that.” He suddenly gives a dry laugh, but there's no denying the deep lust residing in it.

“S-Sorry, we probably should have stopped sooner.” he hears you breathe in response, your eyes clouded with a long gone emotion and there was nothing more he wanted than to bend you over and fuck you mercilessly.

He’s wanted that for a while now, often finding himself wondering what it would be like to have the prideful little vixen rendered helpless under his touch. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t like you, but damn if you didn’t turn the man on beyond what would even make sense. To him, you were infuriating and at the same time a forbidden fruit to be eaten. How you’d come to the conclusion he disliked you because of Namjoon he wouldn’t understand, but what he does know is that you were a wild card and one his friend thought could be tamed. He was wrong, and Seokjin could tell the second you brought in the poor scrapped vehicle without an ounce of guilt.

“You’re not sorry.” he whispers lower than ever, catching you by surprise. “If anything you’re the opposite...you’re practically grinding yourself on me.”

Your hands dig nervously into the cloth of his shirt, an untamable throbbing striking you between your thighs proving the truth behind his statement. As if completely drawn to him, all you do was wish his lips were back on yours- your eyes switching repeatedly to stare up at him and that's when you feel it, a movement so slow and torturous it nearly had your knees buckling.

Somehow without being noticed, His hand had begun to move from behind your back, coming around between the both of you and landing at the front of your jeans. He suddenly pops the button open, your zipper being tugged down afterwards and Seokjin watches you cautiously as he slips his hand in and over your clothed heat. His lips part at the feel, your slick wetness drenching the frail material on his hand. “And quite frankly, you’re a terrible liar...aren’t you kiddo?”

You whimper pitifully rutting yourself down onto his hand, enjoying the pressure of his fingers gliding over your slit and rubbing teasing circles around your clit.

“...please.” you find yourself saying to him, your hands clutching him tighter.

“Please? That's new, but I don’t know what you’re asking for.” He frowns, applying more pressure between your folds and then switching to pull your underwear aside. You gasp at the new pleasure, your pussy becoming more and more sensitive to his touch and it was foreign to suddenly feel this way for him, at this point you didn’t care.

“Jin just fuck me already.” You groan, two of his fingers sliding downwards and deeper into your folds, stopping right at your entrance before one sinks in and then the other. Your body tenses, pressing yourself closer to him and he smirks wickedly-wanting to hear exactly those words coming from your mouth.

Seokjin suddenly leans down, bringing his lips close against your ear “That's no way to speak to your boss- If you really want my cock, you’re gonna have to be nicer about it...So let's try again hm?” You gasp, feeling the slow thrusts of his slender digits before he curls them inside. He hums slowly, soft lips caressing over your earlobe and trailing down more to place a soft kiss on your neck. “What are you asking for y/n?” Seokjin tries once more, licking and nibbling on the soft flesh while fucking his fingers a little harder into you.

This time your knees really do buckle, a soft mewl coming deep from within your chest and you don’t hesitate to breathe out what you wanted. “Jin please I need you to fuck me.”

He hums out again, this time as if to think more on the decision...as if he was actually going to change his mind. “Now?”

“ Y-Yes.” He hears your reply, so soft and desperate almost able to rub off on him in the process.

“Right here?” By now you could hear the smile on his lips, which was strange since you’d actually never seen one on him. The idea makes you roll your eyes while muttering another yes, but you bite your lip immediately afterwards- your stomach swirling with warmth from the new action.

It doesn’t last long however, in the next second Seokjin was slipping his hand away from you, placing one last kiss at the bottom of your neck before pulling back with hunger swirling fierce in his eyes. “You know, you sound a lot hotter when you beg.” He teases watching your face screw up into one of your famous glares.

“Fuck o-” You’re being moved before you could finish. He grabs your waist, twisting it with enough force to have you turning away from him and presses your front towards the car.

“Bend.” He grunts when you take too long to catch on.

You yelp in again in surprise, a huge palm pushing towards the middle of your back and suddenly you’re doing just as he says- bending forward over the warm hood of the car. Your ass pushed back towards his front and unable to see anything he was doing. Your body trembles from the new position, feeling Seokjin’s hands run soothingly down your sides towards the back of your ass- giving it a harsh squeeze. “Good little brat.”

Bent away from him, you silently await the moment his fingers would then latch onto the band of your pants and undies. You bite your lip, the cold air rushing around the heated flesh of your ass, his knuckles grazing your hips as he tugs them down to the middle of your thighs. Your pussy clenches to the praise he gives you, wetness seeping out and down your exposed core while also making Seokjin groan out from the sight. He takes in another breath- mouth watering to your drenched core and wanting so badly to taste you in the moment, but there just wasn’t enough time.

“Jin hurry.” you whimper, feeling a single finger glide up your slit once again- taking the opportunity to sway your ass in front him, inviting him.

“Fuck, ” He swallows, his own hands flying for his zipper and you can hear as he undoes himself behind you.

Part of you wondered just for a second if he’d happened to have any protection on him- realizing how you both were out in the open and-“O-Oh.” You suddenly hiss into the silent air.

Seokjin, grips himself at the base of his dick and presses into one side of your cheek to spread you out for him. Thank god he’d prepped you before, your heart racing in your chest as the warm mushroom tip presses into you, gliding up and down your bare core. Eventually when it’s coated enough he stops just outside your entrance, pressing himself in and begins to sink himself slowly into your tight walls.

Hissing again, you gasp at the unbelievable stretch of his girth, your pussy slowly taking him in and molding around him almost to a point where it was slightly uncomfortable- however despite his nature, Seokjin is gentle about it. He rocks himself in, giving you time to adjust to the size of him and there was no denying the gradually growing pleasure that was beginning to take over your body.

“Yes…” you gasp out breathlessly, hands bracing under your body once you feel him reach deep inside you, able to touch the special area of nerves that made up your g-spot...you start to become restless.

“Fuck you’re so tight, I need to move.” His voice comes out strained, grip on your hips tightening a bit more, you simply whimper in return while pushing yourself back onto him fully. In unison, the both of you groan out in pleasure, his slow rocking stuttering from the action.

Seokjin, Takes in a breath- pulling himself slowly out of your heat and snaps his hips back into you. He does this again, pulling back and thrusting into you a bit harder before setting a comfortable pace. With another cry coming from you, it almost takes everything in him not to lose control, his slower thrusts giving you enough to get off and still you need more.

Oh yeah it's definitely the adrenaline.

You whimper, voice cracking as his length hits your g-spot over again. “More...p-please” you try biting your lip.

Seokjin hears you, the untamable emotion riding in his chest fluttering from the request. His hand leaves your hip to bury itself in the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to pull you up to him. You cry out, his grip twisting in your hair to turn your face towards him. When you do, your breathing stops, dark eyes lit with so passion in them you nearly melt right there.

“Do you want me to fuck you harder brat? Is that what you’re asking?” His deep and breathless voice vibrates on your back. Without thinking you’re nodding your head frantically, a desperate need is filling your eyes that has Seokjin’s will to hold back snapping in half.

Immediately he slams his lips back onto yours, the grip in your hair becoming painful as he pulls out to ram himself back into you. Your hands reach back, managing to latch onto his thighs and you can't help loud cries you set free into his kiss. Seokjin moans too, loving the feel of your body shaking under him and he slowly feels his own resolve. He suddenly breaks the kiss, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer and Seokjin lets you fall forward again, suddenly taking a rougher turn to make you reach your release.

With a deeper snap of his hips, the delicious stretch of his cock begins to turn your legs to jelly, a louder moan falling past your lips and into the night air as another one of his powerful thrusts jerks your body forward. Your torso falls even more, the warmth from the hood caressing your chest and easily you were met with your fucked out reflection. Teary eyes, wild hair and a sweaty face twisted into ecstasy- you shut your eyes before the predicament could truly set in.

How the hell did you get here? Letting Seokjin fuck your brains out in such an open space and loving the thrill of it. His fingers deep within your hair, pulling and tugging you back towards him as he drills himself in and out of you repeatedly, bringing your awaiting orgasm closer and faster than ever, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Such a good little slut, Who would've thought you’d be so whipped for my dick.” You hear him growl from behind you, a large hand connecting harshly with the soft skin of your ass. A tiny shriek is ripped from your throat and you then let out a tiny sob as your walls quivered around him from the action. He chuckles darkly, gripping harder onto your hips as he picks up the pace and begins to pound harder into you- loving every sexy ass moan that leaves your mouth every time he thrusts into you. “Oh the brat likes that? Do you like when I talk to you like a cock loving slut? You don’t want me to call you princess or baby girl?”

Your mouth parts in protest “I-...f-fuck Seokjin shut u-up, yes!” You cry out, As your nerves begin to prickle with the beginnings of your release- your sweaty hands squeaking up against the hood as they try to grab anything to anchor you down and before you know it- he's pressing down harder into your back, his other hand leaving your hair to come and rub frenzied circles around your clit.

“Oh shit, fuck you just gushed around me. I bet you’re going cum.” He pants, thrusts becoming relentless and overwhelming. “ Fuck, fuck yes- keep taking me just like that...wanna cum in this tight little pussy. Do you want to cum on my dick? W-wanna be a good little slut and let me cum in whats mine?”

“Yes J-Jin, Fuck yes!” By now you felt as if your body was going limp, your loud cries turning into drawled out moans and it could be accompanied by his grunts of pleasure as well as the connecting of his hips to your sore ass.

He swallows a fevered moan of his own “Then cum, show me who this pussy belongs to.”

You grow more butterflies in your stomach, hearing him call you his so suddenly when the guy had barely acknowledged you before. It was confusing to say the least, but all the while so fucking hot and you didn’t have the time to truly comprehend it- instead you allowed the pleasure to consume you. The strong feeling of intense warmth abruptly overtaking your body, your toes curling inside your shoes, a sharp squeak escaping your lips and Seokjin could feel your body stiffen under him as your legs shook sporadically from your powerful orgasm.

Seokjin growls out a guttural moan, His sloppy thrusts tipping him over once he feels your walls clenched tightly around him- bringing his orgasm on so suddenly, the next thing he knew, Seokjin was suddenly collapsing heavily over your back with a curse. “Shit!”

You pant trying to ride out your high, hips continuing to rock against him even as his cock swells in you. Sudden spurts of hot cum drench your walls and manages to trigger the aftershocks of your own release.

“Um wow.” You breath out, after staying in your position for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath. Seokjin’s chest could be felt rising and falling heavily onto your back, his length softening within you and it was then then that you finally heard him speak.

“He was right.” Jin mumbles out into the now silent garage, making you frown in confusion.

“Who was?”

Seokjin presses his forehead into your back, his mouth twitching to hide a smile even though you couldn’t see him and his silence probably should have been a red flag for you, however you don’t press any further. Its until the small vibrations of his chuckles and the feel of his chest shaking behind you has you curious as why the man would say such a random statement after sex.

“Namjoon…” Seokjin is full on laughing and before you know it, he's lifting off of you and sliding himself out while making you hiss. Once the joke registers, you find yourself rolling your eyes and you're lifting yourself up as well, wincing from the stickiness between your thighs and that you would need to hurry home fast so you could clean up.

Watching him put himself together, you start to do the same- reaching for your pants to pull them up and you’re sending him a disgusted look while fastening your button “Don't Seokjin, please don’t say it.” You say as you then run your hand up to fix your hair.

Already done, he steps closer to you - sending you a devilish grin that you’d never seen before, the look shocking you in the process and you don’t understand why you were still feeling the strange flutter in your stomach, your adrenaline long gone. Suddenly he pulls you closer, a hand tipping under your chin to have you look up at him and then...

“you really do know how to drive a stick shift in more ways than one.” He whispers dreamily before cackling in an unattractive manner and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to punch someone more.

“I regret having sex with you.”

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[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

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Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

---

“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'” And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

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[undead--ghost]

What a Wonderful World

Summary:  Five’s critically injured in the apocalypse and you’ve done all you can to help. It’s all you can do to fulfil one more request of his.

“Can you sing for me?”

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

Author’s Note (14/06/21): Hello everyone! This is an updated version of the story!! If you’re confused, this story was posted a while ago with a different ending, however, I decided I didn’t like that ending and so I changed it! But nonetheless, enjoy!!

AO3

MASTERLIST

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

The wound was gross, simply put. A deep gash stretched across Five’s stomach from the underside of his left ribs to just above his right hipbone. It was red and irritated. Fresh blood poured out of the wound, mixing with the dried blood that has crusted around the edges of the cut. Pus also seeped out, it’s colour a stark contrast against the crimson that stained his pale skin.

It was ironic, in the movies blood always seemed bright red. It always stood out and forced the viewer to look at it.  But in reality, the blood was dark, allowing it to camouflage into Five’s jacket and for you to not notice it until it was too late and he’d collapsed from the blood loss.

But in the movies, the wound also healed quickly and the character’s moved on with their lives - life wasn’t like a movie.

You had been forced to practically drag him back to your shelter. The malnourishment meant that what muscles you once had were quickly gone in an attempt for your body to energise itself. Your arms were weak and by the time you reached the shelter, you felt like your they were seconds away from dropping off.

Once you’d reached the makeshift shelter you two had made up, you deposited of him onto the only mattress you had. A selfish part of you wanted to place him elsewhere, somewhere where he couldn’t stain and ruin the mattress that had taken you two years to find amongst the rubble. But that thought was quickly shot down as your compassion for him won and you realised he wouldn’t hesitate in doing the same for you.

After a while, he had woken up and you immediately took the chance to berate him for not telling you sooner. You used your anger to mask the deep fear that you felt, it was a trait you’d, unfortunately, picked up from Five. 

It was a few days after he’d collapsed and you hadn’t allowed him to move from the bed. He was currently sitting up while you knelt on the floor next to the mattress. You grimaced as you looked at the wound. You had managed to stitch it up, but the workmanship was sloppy as you lacked both the tools and expertise to be doing it. His wound had gotten worse over the days and no matter what you tried to do to help, nothing was working. 

Not only had the wound gotten worse, but an infection had begun to spread rapidly throughout Five’s body. He’d had a fever for the past two days and more recently he’s been less and less lucid. He’s been sleeping for most of the days but when he’s awake, he pretty much has stopped initiating conversation, only talking when necessary. You were worried.

You shook your head to clear the steadily approaching negative thoughts and got back to the task at hand. You picked up your water bottle and carefully tipped some of your precious water into your cupped hand, quickly bringing it up to Five’s stomach so you could rise the wound. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him wince slightly as you accidentally put too much pressure on it and you eased up, your touch becoming featherlike. After it was as clean as it was going to get, you reached over and picked up one of the last bandages of your supply. He sat up slightly to allow you to reach behind him to wrap the bandage around his stomach. 

You had a limited medical set up, consisting of painkillers, a couple tubes of disinfectant ointment, a handful of bandages as well as a sewing kit that was usually meant for stitching clothes but you had to use for his wound. It had taken the both of you four years to gather all the supplies. Hours of shifting through rubble, desperate to find anything to add to your medical supply in case of an emergency. But in the end, you had managed to burn through it all in a matter of days.

Once you were satisfied with the wrapping, you leaned back on your heels and allowed him to tug his shirt back down.

"How’s it look?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence.

You bit your bottom lip as you wracked your brain for an adequate answer to give him. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you didn’t want to tell him the harsh truth. You refused to look into his eyes as you stuttered out an answer, "I-I’m, uh, not too sure… Ma-Maybe just rest up a bit and we can, um, we can see in the morning?" You said with an uncertain tone.

Five’s eyes narrowed and even in his drowsy state, he knew you were lying. "Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. Just give it to me straight."

You still hesitated, you didn’t even want to think about what was likely to happen, even less say it out loud; because you knew that as soon as you said it out loud, it would make it all too real.

At your hesitation, Five scoffed lightly, leaning back against the crumbling wall that the mattress was pushed up against. "Grow up, Y/N. We’re 17. I’m not a kid so just tell me what’s wrong!" He demanded, his voice gradually getting louder as his temper shortened.

You clenched your jaw and blinked back the rapidly approaching tears, "Fine!" You snapped back. "I don’t know if you’re gonna make it through the night."

A heavy silence fell over the both of you as Five took in the words you said. 

Five’s face flashed through emotions almost too quickly for you to decipher. First anger, then confusion, fear, sadness, before finally landing on resignation. You felt a pang of guilt rise up from your stomach as you watched him. You shouldn’t have said it like that. You shouldn’t have yelled. You should have been more calm, just like your mother used to be. It wasn’t his fault he was dying, but your anger at the world had trumped any other emotion and in the heat of the moment, you had let it slip.

"I’m sorry," you said, your voice nothing more than a whisper. "I-I’ve tried everything I can, but we’re out of medical supplies." You took a deep breath. "There’s nothing I can do," your voice sounded small and you hated yourself for that. You wanted to be strong for Five, but your walls were quickly crumbling like the ruins that surrounded you.

Five didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. After years of living in the apocalypse with only each other for company, you had come to recognise each emotion that crossed his face. And you knew that he was having an internal war. You knew the morbid thought that lingered at the back of his mind, that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to leave this Earth, you had those thoughts too. But you also knew that he was a protector at heart, and would do anything to keep you safe, and leaving you alone wasn’t the answer. He would be blaming himself, for his recklessness in getting hurt, for not telling you sooner, for toying- even briefly- with the idea of leaving you.

You reached out and placed your hand over his in a weak attempt of reassurance. "It’s not your fault." He opened his mouth to argue but you kept talking. "The only thing you can do now is sleep, and hope that your temperature will go down overnight," you said, your voice shaking as you pushed on your thighs to stand up to your feet.

Five didn’t respond, and you took that as a silent agreement. You helped him shift into a more comfortable position on the bed before picking up the ratty blanket at the end of the mattress and draping it over him, tucking it in at the edges. You knew he didn’t like you fussing over him, but you did it nonetheless, anything to make you feel like you were helping him. And he let you, knowing that it was helping ease your guilt just a bit.

You stood over him after you finished tucking him in, your eyes scanning for anything else you could do. But you sighed as you found nothing that could be done and you realised you should leave him to rest anyway. You didn’t want to leave him at all, but you knew Five and you knew that he liked his alone time, especially during times of vulnerability. 

You turned to go keep watch out by the fire but as you went to step away, a warm hand clasped around your wrist.

You turned back to Five to see him with a pleading look on his face. "Can you stay? Please?" 

He had never been this vulnerable before and you knew that it was hurting him to be so, but you could also see the fear in his face at the thought of dying and you couldn’t say no. 

You silently nodded your head and he quickly shuffled over on the mattress, a silent invitation to sit next to him. 

You gently clambered in next him, resting your back against the wall and stretching your legs out in front of you. Next to you, Five had once again shifted and rested his head onto your lap, his weakened body curling around his stomach. You managed to keep in the surprised noise that had threatened to come out of your mouth, careful not to startle Five. He’d never been one to initiate contact between you two. Even after four years together in the apocalypse, you still found he sometimes struggled to give in to your hugs that you gave him after a particularly rough day.

You didn’t comment on this though and instead began to run your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you with a look of contemplation of his face. His forehead was hot to touch and his body was far too warm pressed against yours, just another worrying sign of his infection.

It was quiet for a few moments as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, when finally he spoke, "can you sing for me?"

You felt yourself tense at the question, the fever must really be getting to him at this point. "I’m not a very good singer," you said.

"I don’t care, I hear you singing all the time," Five replied.

It was true, you did have a tendency to sing to yourself. You would sing all the time. When you were scavenging for food and supplies. When you were mending holes in the clothes that you both had been wearing for far too long now. When you were heating that nights dinner of whatever tinned food was available. You weren’t the best singer, but it was one of the things that connected you to home and kept you sane. 

The silence often became too loud for you, and you sang to drown it out.

You dumbly nodded your head and opened your mouth to sing. 

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby,"

The first few lines of the song came out raspy as your voice adjusted to the song, but Five showed no displeasure at this as he simply continued to look up at you with a look of content over his face. 

"Someday I'll wish upon a star, Wake up where the clouds are far behind me,"

In your long years of the apocalypse, your memory of songs had faded and you often found yourself forgetting the lyrics. Sometimes you would just skip to the next part, or if you were in a better mood, you would create your own silly lyrics, often pertaining to what you doing at that moment. 

"Where trouble melts like lemon drops, high above the chimney top, That's where you'll find me,"

Five looked at you as if you hung the moon in the sky. His eyes darted around your face as though he was taking note of every detail.

"I see trees of green and red roses too, I’ll watch them bloom for me and you,"

His breathing had slowed significantly and his chest rose and fell so shallowly it was barely noticeable. 

"I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,"

Outside, the wind blew strong gusts of wind that shook the walls of your bunker, the lantern next to the bed flickered dangerously. From what you had seen earlier, a storm was coming soon.

"The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people passing by,"

His blinking had slowed and it seemed as though keeping his eyes open was an effort for him. It would be any moment now that he would fall asleep - possibly never waking up.

Hot tears fell from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, but you didn’t brush them away. Instead, you shifted one of your hands so that it rested on his shoulder, your thumb brushing a soothing pattern. The other hand remained carding through his hair.

"I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do,"

Five’s tired eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that momentarily took your breath away. As if he was trying to convey every emotion he had felt that he never got the opportunity to truly express. 

But you felt it. 

It hit you hard. The need he felt to protect you. The respect he gained for you over the years. The deep love and affection that ran through his body. 

It was his goodbye.

"They’re really saying, I, I love you,"

You choked back a sob as Five’s eyes finally slid shut and his face smoothed out as he fell into unconsciousness. You didn’t know if Five would ever open his eyes again.

You gasped for air, but your sobs ripped it right back out of your lungs again. But you had made a promise to Five and you continued to sing, determined to finish the song for him.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,  They’ll learn much more than, we’ll ever know,"

You struggled to sing as sobs wracked your body. Your voice kept breaking on each word and it was an effort to get the words out past the lump in your throat. Five was now limp in your arms and you cradled him to your chest, tears falling into his hair and your heaving breaths rattling throughout your body.

"And I think to myself, what a wonderful world,"

The wind had picked up around you, but it was nothing compared to the hurricane that was forming in your mind. The wall behind you cracked just a bit more and dust particles fell and landed around you. The sky above was a smokey grey colour and clouds of ash flew overhead. The lingering smell of decaying bodies hit and you cried harder at the thought of Five soon joining them. 

Your sobs mixed with the never-ending silence of the apocalypse, echoing off the crumbling walls of the shelter around you. 

"And I think to myself, what a wonderful world." You muttered, finally ending your song.

You laid Five carefully down on the mattress and rested your head on his chest, the song of his drawn-out heartbeat filling your ears, until is slowed to nothing but silence.

#tua x reader #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy fanfic #what a wonderful world

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Day 4: Love Confession

Love Confession

Vergil x reader

Word Count: 411

If there was anything Vergil Sparda was as good at or better than his brother at, it was being an utter bastard about the most inane things. Currently, he was turning his nose up at the concept of going out with you to a nice, normal dinner. Your dates normally consisted of reading in quiet companionship or taking a leisurely stroll in a nearby park under a full moon. Romantic gestures, to be sure, but the one time you wanted to go out on a real date with the man (dinner and a movie), he refused, claiming it was beneath him.

You exhaled slowly, trying to keep your irritation under control as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay, V,” you gritted out, “what exactly is your issue with going out?” Hell help me, if he says it’s me I’m gonna kill him.

“I would expect such activities of Dante, but you can’t be so blind as to think that I would enjoy sitting in a room full of idiotic strangers watching a screen filled with explosions for two hours.”

“Who said anything about explosions?!” you shrieked, temper finally getting the best of you. “Why the fuck would I take you to an action movie?!!”

“My point exactly.”

Right about then, you were sorely tempted to punch him in his smug face. “Vergil, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“You are the one that suggested this.”

“You know, you’re lucky I love you, because right now I really just want to hit you,” you announced carelessly. “I was going to let it be a surprise, but there’s an art piece playing tonight that’s based off of Blake’s poetry, and I thought you might like it.”

His blue eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted as he stared at you in surprise.

“What? Didn’t expect that?” you charged on, mouth not knowing when to stop now that it’d gotten going. “It’s almost like I want you to have fun on our dates.”

Vergil continued to stare.

“Oh come on,” you groaned. “Did I actually break you by suggesting that movie?”

His voice was more similar to a frog’s croak than his usual timbre when he finally managed to say, “You love me?”

It was your turn to stare in wide-eyed shock as you thought back over what you’d been thoughtlessly saying. Yep. You’d just said that. “Well, fuck. That’s not at all how I wanted to tell you that.”

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[loser-writings]

Dabi having a crush on a Hero

A/N: My style of writing is split between a fanfic and a series of scenarios. Kind of irritating me, but I hope you enjoy

TW; Mentions of abuse

You were a hero. Not one of the most popular, but you didn’t do it for the popularity. Originally, you only caught Dabi’s eye when you yelled at Endeavor for putting Shoto at risk when the Hero Killer attacked, scolding the big man while standing between him and Shoto. It impressed him since he saw that you were somebody that clearly cared about the youngest Todoroki and was willing to call Endeavor out on his shit parenting since it could have gone horribly. 

The next time he saw you was when he was out running some errands for Shigaraki since Tomura refused to go out in the rain. He had caught your voice and found himself walking towards it. He found you sitting in the alleyway with a small child sitting in front of you all cut up. He had to be no older than 5. You were soaked since you had given your cape to him so he could keep the rain off of him. Dabi had moved without thinking and found himself covering you and the little boy with the large umbrella he had brought with him. You didn’t even notice how the rain had stopped hitting you as you carefully cleaned the boys cuts and bandaged them, but the boy stared back at Dabi with a slight look of fear. “There...Those should be all better now.” You said and patted the boys’ leg. “Now...can you tell me what happened? Why are you out here in the rain?” You asked softly before noticing that the boys eyes weren’t focused on you. “Abuse.” You jumped and instinctively protected the boy before your eyes widened at Dabi. “Who are you-” “Not a threat. I wanted to help.” He stated bluntly before crouching down, still covering the boy who cowered in fear. “My assumption is the dad. Or at least a male figure since he has fairly big bruises on his upper arm. That’s usually where an adult grabs a child when they are deemed to be misbehaving.” He spoke to you while you turned to the little boy that clung to your cape. “Is that true, love?” You asked quietly as the boy moved a little closer to you, nodding slowly. You sighed softly and shook your head before moving to sit on one of your knees. “Come here dear. I think we should get you out of the rain and find you some warm food. Would that make it better? At least for a little?” The boys’ eyes seemed to light up when you mentioned food and moved to quickly run into your arms. You smiled as the kid clung to you, hiding his cold nose in your neck. The sight was enough to make Dabi forget that you would be considered his enemy because at that moment, you seemed like a true hero to him. Not someone in it for the money, the fame, or really any of the benefits. You were just there to help people like this. The kids that deserved better than what life had thrown at them.

He remembered disappearing as quick as he appeared after that. After that night, he would go out of his way to see if he could find you around the city during your patrols and even would help you a little. He learned a lot about you during this time too, like the fact that your family life wasn’t exactly the best growing up and that you became a hero for the kids since you knew All Mights’ time was limited.. He learned that you weren’t the biggest Endeavor fan but you had managed to befriend his son, Shoto, since you had believed that he needed some sort of outside support in his life besides his teachers and classmates. You had no time for dating since your daily life consisted of you taking online college classes to become a teacher and at night you were a hero, yet he managed to sneak his way into your life.

Not only that, but you became a part of his life too. It was almost as if he was living two different lives since he would be with the league through the day planning and trying to figure things out, but at night he would join you in your little patrols before going to your apartment for a late dinner and maybe a movie. Feelings were never brought up during this time because you were a hero and your schedule was a mess, and Dabi because he had so many secrets he wasn’t ready to tell. This didn’t stop the two of you from joking about the shitty horror movie that was on your TV while sharing some food that you had made earlier that night.

 His favorite part was always how you would snuggle up to him, claiming that he was warm before falling asleep. That was when he had realized he was catching feelings since he would ignore the movie from that point on to focus on you. How he examined your hand in his before realizing it was littered with scars from any small battles you were in, how you seemed to hug him tighter when he warmed up his body temp, and how you smiled in your sleep while he played with your hair. The night always ended with him carrying you to bed, tucking you under the sheets, and leaving to rest at his own place.

When some of the truth finally came out, it was after the attack that had a kid from class 1-A kidnapped. Shoto had come for you for comfort and help since he was worried about Bakugo and was furious over what all had happened. Of course, you listened as he lashed out and vented to you, something he only ever did around you because he knew you would understand. He described the villains and once he started describing Dabi, your stomach rolled. That night you ended up carrying a passed out Shoto back to the school to give to Aizawa while explaining what happened. He was fine, just exhausted from crying.

When you went on your patrol, you weren’t surprised to find Dabi waiting in your normal spot. You had taken note on how he seemed to look a bit more exhausted and a bit bruised up while walking, not answering his small talk as you went. He grew concerned when he noticed how your fists were clenched and as he was about to reach for your hand, you punched him as hard as you could which only knocked him out cold. 

When he woke up, he was surprised to see that it was morning and that he was in your bed. Why the fuck was he in your bed? He slowly moved out only to see himself in the mirror, a bruise on the side of his face. He saw you in your kitchen, bags darker than normal, hair a bit messy, and it was clear you had been crying. It caused an ache in his chest but when he moved to hug you and ask what was wrong, you only threatened him and told him not to touch you. You were cold and he could tell he fucked up.

He answered all of your questions that you threw at him, feeling himself getting emotional as you broke down. You yelled for him not being honest, for him lying to you, for him hurting the people you were trying to protect and everything in between. He let you yell and cry until you sat on the floor while wiping at your eyes, mumbling more questions he couldn’t understand. By then, he moved to carefully wrap his jacket around you and hugging you softly, warming his body up to get you to lean into him a bit. 

“Look...I don’t deserve anything. I get that what I am doing is really fucked up in your mind and I am sorry for hurting you like this,” He spoke softly as you clutched his jacket around yourself, just like the child you had saved did with your cape months ago. “You don’t have to forgive me cause I know I sure as hell don’t deserve someone as nice as you in my life. Especially when I know that the media or someone like Endeavor finds out that we know each other and are close…” He saw you clutch the jacket to you tighter and he sighed, knowing that you were starting to think about his words. “I’ll ruin everything you worked for. You’ll be a traitor to your country and I don’t think I can be okay with one of the few real heroes being called a traitor when there are false heroes being praised,” He had explained to you his views on Heroes multiple times, but this is the first time he claimed you were one worthy of the title. “So...We can stop everything. I’ll keep the league of villains away from you and you can go back to how it used to be. Get your degree to be a teacher and give the kids hope for a better future,” He moved to press his lips against your head just like you had done to him in the past. “You’ve already given me hope.” 

He started to pull away, letting go of you and slowly standing as you sat on the ground thinking. It was only when he started walking to the door that you broke out of your trance. “Dabi,” Your voice was quiet and he could tell there was a lot on your mind. He turned back and smiled sadly at your form. He normally would take pleasure from the fact he hurt heros, but not you. This wasn’t something he could take pride in. “Yes?” He watched as you looked up and shook your head. “I don’t…” Your fingers gripped his jacket more. “Please just...Come home tonight.” You moved to wipe your face and slowly looked at him. “I’m...calling in sick to the agency. I can’t do it tonight. I just want to stay here and pretend that nothing happened. That nothing changed and everything is okay.” The tall man smiled a little at you, almost pitifully. “Yeah...But think about us, okay? I will leave the second you say you want me gone, and no matter what that offer stays.” He said before walking back over to you and carefully helping you off the ground to the couch. “But rest for now. Don’t worry about cooking or being a hero today. I’ll be back tonight.” After he laid you down, he took his jacket that fell off of your shoulders and draped it over your body. “I’m serious. Rest.” he said before moving to kiss your forehead one last time. When he pulled away, you just nodded and shut your eyes, clutching the jacket in your hand as you fell asleep. Once Dabi was sure you were out, he took your phone, texted the agency you worked for that you had the flu, and left you asleep on the couch.

That night, Dabi walked into your apartment to find you curled up on your couch, still wearing his jacket and a blanket over your lap. Your eyes looked back at him and his eyes widened when you gave a small smile. He couldn’t help but smile a little back before moving to sit next to you, sitting the bag of food he brought on the coffee table before he wrapped an arm around you since he knew you would snuggle up to him. 

His hand held your waist before he noticed how you hesitantly crawled in his lap, covering you both with the blanket. For a moment, Dabi relaxed as you snuggled your face into his neck, thinking to himself that this could work. You could be a hero and he could continue pursuing his desires, and at the end of the day you could always return to each other's arms. It could work out….right? 

He sighed and moved to take your hand, placing it on his chest. “I’m...Not good with feelings. Not at all, but I do know that you make me feel okay,” He felt you move your head to look up at him as he continued to speak. “You’re just...a good person. Someone I think deserves the title hero, but I’ve never figured out why you seemed to like me.” He admitted as he stared blankly at the TV. “The worst part is that I knew that if you found out, you would hate me-” “I don’t hate you though.” You cut him off as you moved to hold his hand in your own.

“Sure, I don’t agree with how you’re trying to make the world a better place...but I think you’re doing it for a good reason.” He looked at you with a confused look as you chuckled a little before looking down at his hand. “You want to make the world a better place, and in a way, you could be described as a hero since I can tell you are trying to protect those from getting hurt.” You shrugged a little. “The title hero is a subjective one...To me, You’re a hero even if I don’t like how you are going about it.”

He smiled a little and shook his head before kissing your head. “I don’t want to be a hero. Most are assholes…” “Well good thing you’re an asshole.” He just rolled his eyes before moving to tickle your sides a bit which made you jump and smack his hands away. “Stop that!” You both chuckled as you looked back at the other, slipping your arms around his neck as his sat on your waist.

 “Anyway...I thought about what you told me to.” You mentioned before sighing softly. “I want to keep seeing you. I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I think I’ve managed to get a crush on you, crusty.” You teased as he just rolled his eyes, trying to play off the fact that his cheeks were turning pink. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He admitted before moving to kiss your forehead. “I like you too.” You smiled and moved to peck his nose. 

“Promise me one thing?” “Depends on what it is, Doll?” “Don’t get yourself killed. If you’re arrested, I can bail you out. If you die, I think I’d have to kill you.” Dabi laughed and rolled his eyes. “Sure, Doll...I’ll do my best.”

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[pazvizslaplasmathrower]

father of hopes and dreams- Chapter 15

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Chapter 14: Aerial Ace

Summary: Your young master is gone, just at the birth of your bond, he has left you for many years, leaving you to survive the galaxy alone. After sustaining an injury from a drunken storm trooper, someone faces the decision to either leave or help you in your moment of need.

Chapter Summary: Paz's suspicions begin to take root as he probes further into your past. Hopefully, there is help to be found at the next destination.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: asdfghjkl;' nowww I think I know what I'm doing with this but not really lmao. But fair warning idk how the hell starship controls work. The comments I have received have given me so much motivation and joy! Many thanks <3

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The woman did not wait for Paz Vizsla’s permission and approached his child rather quickly. On one hand there was a swelling pride knowing that someone seemed to care greatly for one of his small clan, but she had clearly, unknown intentions and the young one seemed rather irked by the merchant’s acquaintance. They quite literally hid from them, burrowing under their blankets. The Mandalorian could almost feel their growing anxiety. 

“Hey, Kid. There’s no need to be scared.” With one hand, the woman peeled back a blanket. “I just wanna say-KARK!”

Stumbling backwards, she just barely kept herself upright and looking down at the offending hand, it was clearly bleeding. Poking their head up from the hammock, (Y/N) looked properly disgusted, their mouth twisted with displeasure. 

“Ugh!” After a few deep breaths they retched. “That tasted awful!”

Still holding her hand, the woman gave a forced smile. “Cute kid, Mandalorian.”

After fully registering what had happened, Paz could see the woman was not too terribly hurt, and his foundling seemed fine, just put off. Begrudgingly, he apologized and urged (Y/N) to do the same. While the woman’s insistence was not appropriate, neither was biting her hand severely enough to draw blood. 

“A’dika, please. Give your apology.”

“But she-!”

“(Y/N), I’ll not tell you again.”

The child huffed expressing their sarcastic remorse, and Paz realized w=this was the best that he would get from them given the circumstances. 

“I am sorry I startled you, little one.” The woman admitted. 

(Y/N)’s ears drooped. 

    “Just...forgive me for saying so, but I haven’t seen any like you before and I have, well, been around the galaxy a fair bit. But, I’m afraid I’ve come not to chat, but on business.” 

Following Paz’s quiet lead she trailed behind him as he walked to the cockpit to gather the credits needed. From the corner of his eye, he could catch her stealing glances back at the foundling who eventually jumped from their spot and into the refresher. As previously determined, he handed the woman a bag of credits, her grip was strong and very determined. Oddly, she seemed uninterested in the money, more distracted as if her mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away. 

“Ah,” she smiled, “thank you very much for your business. If you would like I could-”

“No.” Paz squared his shoulders. “Give my thanks and appreciation to your employer. You have already done more than enough for us.”

The woman nodded, fixing a few brown hairs that had gone astray. “If you should need anything else, do not hesitate to reach out. I do believe that you have our contact information?”

“Hm. That I do. If you do not mind, I must start work straight away.” 

Paz gestured to the back corridor and deliberately led the human woman from his ship, not giving her another opportunity to speak or look back into the ship. She was nothing to be actively fearful of, the Mandalorian could tell she would do no harm, at least with malicious intentions. But the way her eyes took in the child made him defensive. He wished that the foundling would have just hidden away to begin with. To ensure that the woman went on her way, Paz Vizsla watched her disappear into the crowds milling about, but before turning back into the ship, he could have sworn seeing the blonde man from the day prior. 

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After the second time, you had rushed to the fresher, the door could not shut and lock quick enough. Those brown eyes were calculating...judging...yet not threatening. Still, the young woman’s strange nature had been enough to frighten you into hiding. Her presence lingered, even as you could tell she was long gone. Perhaps she had been connected like you and your master were. Though they had spoken of Jedi being near extinct, not many were left alive after the fall of the Republic. So if the woman had been anything like you, then she must have been unaware or willfully ignorant. But then why had her simply being in your vicinity caused such anxiety? Feeling so completely overwhelmed, you let your eyes close, finding sleep would be the best remedy.

Rubbing the sides of your temples, you laid on your stomach your nerves having finally settled. The whirring sounds of mechanics must have been the Mandalorian working on the repairs much needed, the seller must have sold this at a discount for such reasons. As your guardian was occupied and giving you space, you decided to check up on the growth of your...current problem, their hiding place was becoming quite restrictive. Undoing the ties, you let the bag fall to the ground and for a moment all you could do was stare at yourself in front of the mirror, taking in the sight behind you. There they were. A part of your own body, very much there and real. No longer a fleshy, loathsome sight, though still very much small, your wings were a third of their full maturation. Covering the skin and bones were now captivating feathers, quite dark, nearly obsidian, but iridescent if you turned your body a certain way. Though new they already seemed quite resilient in nature, the primaries, secondaries and coverts, not one was less lustrous than the others. Bending your arm awkwardly you reached around to gently brush a few fingers against the plumage, gliding the skin against one that jutted out. Surprisingly, the edge of the feather just barely cut your finger, drawing a thin line of blood. Deciding the edges were best avoided, you tapped the center of one, fascinated at the solid consistency.

The oily sheen that coated your wings felt rather uncomfortable, so you took the liberty of running a quick shower. After drying off the familiar parts of your body, there was the matter of the wings. Those muscles were still in their infancy and had not been used due your keeping them a secret from the galaxy. Flexing the sinewy flesh, water flitted off and with each fluttering, the sensation became that more comfortable. Satisfied with the drying, you picked the backpack from the floor, at once realizing the task before you.

“(Y/N)?” There was a slow tapping on the door. “A’dika, are you alright?”

Silently cursing, you nearly fell over, slippin on the damp floor. “Yeah! I’m good! Just took a nap and then an, uh, shower.”

“Hm… Alright. Well, if I could get some help when you’re finished, after I’ll get your evening meal ready.”

“O-Okay!”

You waited until his footstep faded off before letting yourself take a deep breath. Force, thank the stars, he had not waited for you to come out. Fueled by the anxiety that your secret would be uncovered, you tensed the weak muscles of your wings, bringing them close in together while keeping your arms flexible. Stretching the bag open as far as possible, you barely managed to cover them completely, though the pressure forcing the limbs together was extremely uncomfortable, bordering on painful. Even so, you put on a placid face and left the refresher, following the mechanical noises until you could see Paz in the engine room, fumbling around with a variety of tools.

“Ah, there you are. Hand me the hyper screwdriver if you will.”

You knelt on the ground, looking over a number of devices, none of which you actually knew the names of, but each had names you had bestowed upon them when playing Jedi versus Stormtroopers. From where he was hunched over, Paz looked at you, probably expectantly. At a loss, you pointed to one tool only to have him shake his head. Again and again the process was repeated, your guardian naming each one as you went until you finally had the damned hyper screwdriver in hand, tossing it to the Mandalorian who sighed.

“Have you ever done work on a ship before?”

   “Not really?” Shrugging you could feel your stomach clench. “I’m a kid and I’ve also never owned a ship before in my life.”

“And what of your master?” Paz countered.

   “They didn’t own one. We just caught rides as they came, y’know?”

It was true, money was never plentiful, and your teacher was not fond of New Republic transportation, so they went out of their way to find only the most leery individuals that were doing their best to avoid the Republic and any ex-Imperials. Those ships had been run by those who were simply satisfied that the starships were running effectively. So there was no mechanical expertise learned on your travels. Yawning, you felt the need to preen, your wings feeling irritated in their confinement. Paz Vizsla seemed to notice this irritability, and immediately you stopped moving.

“Are you feeling alright?”

   “What?” Laughing, you tried not to look into his visor. “I’m just hungry.”

He set his tool down, considering you for a moment before putting his things away and moving out of the engine room. Tentatively you followed, sensing that Paz’s apprehension was growing steadily, you knew it was only a matter of time until he would have to pry. Even though you had napped earlier, your body was asking for respite as well as a substantial meal, the delayed but rapid growth was taking its toll. While the Mandalorian went about preparing the foodstuffs, you stayed in the hangar, nearly nodding off without anything to do. It was a shame really, in your life with your teacher and now this life with the Mandalorian, there was a looming sense of uselessness. Of being so utterly disinterested with nothing to do. Perhaps with this Mandalorian the adventures were to come, but with your teacher, anything remotely exciting had been scarce. There was always the crucial necessity of being safe, of being alive, and your master’s anxiety surrounding survival had started to seep into your own mind, keeping you from the world outside each hiding spot the both of you made a temporary home of. Some of that fear still lingered even now, but there was an actual reason to stay hidden, to have parts of you stay hidden. And often when one is hidden, there is not much to keep oneself occupied. It was not as if you had any belongings anymore. Everything was gone the moment your eyes closed on whatever planet you had lost your master on.

“(Y/N). (Y/N?”

   Groggy from being lost in thought, you lifted your head, “Huh?”

   “Here. I secured more rations, but please try to eat more than the meat.”

  Reaching up, you took the tray from Paz Vizsla’s large hands, smiling in thanks for his kindness and efforts. And despite the greens tasting like poison, you made yourself devour them completely. When everything was finished, you made sure to sip the juiced in the bottom of the tray that remained; nothing was to go to waste. Feeling only half full, you tried to find satisfaction in what had been given, but to even dream of more...no.

“Are you feeling alright, young one?”

   “Just tired.” Not a lie, but only a fraction of the truth.

  Paz Vizsla slowly joined you on the floor crossing his legs like you had. “I can only help if you tell me what the matter is, A’dika.”

“I never said I needed help.”

   “You seem more than tired.” The modulated voice cracked for a moment, though not out of emotion.

   “It’s nothing, I just need sleep.”

Once you had cleaned up from dinner, he let you rest. Neither of you mentioned the strange woman who brought the parts for the ship. She was to remain unspoken of, for some time. The Mandalorian informed you that he would be taking off to a place his friend the Armorer knew where the both of you could find some help that could potentially aid your memory. Despite feeling the constriction at your back, you were able to drift off, the monotonous sound of the ship lulled you to sleep. There were no real dreams, at least ones that you were accustomed to, just a cacophony of colors surrounding your consciousness, enveloping you in a soft chill. It only seemed like a matter of minutes that you had entered the welcoming realm of unconsciousness when something started to startle your subconscious. It was this muted screech in the back of your mind that slowly started to grow louder, then all at once the full power of an alarm assaulting your sensitive ears. Disoriented and confused you pushed yourself up seeing the world inside of the ship was now bathed in a red light, if that was not distressing enough, the ship would lurch every moment now and then.

In a hurry you fell out of the hammock, your knees properly smacking against the floor. Part of you wanted to take the time to don your armor, but when the ship jerked yet again, you decided against it. Fumbling towards where you had seen Paz Vizsla last, feeling a brief surge of relief at the sight of him in the pilot’s seat, one hand  gripped the controls while the other furiously worked a board of buttons and switches. You wanted to call out but words failed, unable to unclench your throat, you rushed to his side.

“DAMN! Kark, (Y/N), get back into the hangar, find someplace safe to hide!” Paz demanded.

  Looking over at the ship’s radar system you could see a few other ships were hot on your tail, and when the Mandalorian steered the ship suddenly, you could see that the star ship was under unfriendly fire. It was a miracle you had not been sent flying back into the small corridor, and despite Paz Vizsla’s protests, you climbed into the co-pilot’s seat and tightly strapped yourself in.

   “Wh-Who’s trying to kill us?!” You finally managed, as the craft lurched forward again.

  The Mandalorian gave what could have either been a misplaced chuckle or perhaps a cough. Often you found yourself wishing he would just take the damn helmet off; without the vocader he would actually sound human.

  “New Republic fighters. They’re after the ship, looks like we bought stolen goods, young one.” From further within the craft the pair of you could hear something crackle and then pop violently. “And...And you swear you’ve never done anything technical?!”

   “If I did, I’d be helping, yeah?!”

“Here. Take my seat.” He ordered.

  Dizzy from the gravity of the present moment you just stared until the Mandalorian took the initiative to unbuckle you from your seat and then placed you where he had once been, moving the seat closer to the controls.

   “I don’t know how to fly a kriffing ship!” You cried, not sure where to put your hands, though judging by the radar, you had only a few moments to make a decision.

   “Don’t worry, A’dika,” he reassured you with a heavy pat on the back, “it’s just like playing a holo game!”

  He gave you no time to argue or protest, darting somewhere within to fix what had potentially ruptured. Quietly, you murmured consolations to yourself, reaching forward to grab the control column, deciding to keep an eye on the screen showing you where the enemies were. When everything rocked to the side, you figured you were certainly not moving swiftly enough. What would your master do? Kark, you master would have avoided this whole debacle in the first place. Hell, the Jedi would certainly have reprimanded you for going off in search of him, the danger far eclipsing the mystery of what had befallen them. But here now, there was no safe choice, and there was another life that had been thrust into your young hands. Even now as your heart pounded, you could feel no semblance of your teacher.

   Letting out a rather long string of curses, you abruptly steered the ship from another volley of fire. Sweat beaded and poured down your face, yet there was no time to wipe it away. Your attention was divided amongst the control display, radar and the kriffing space in front. With each second that focus sharpened, and Paz had a point, the main controls for the most part were just like the holo games that you had started to play on his data pad, except there was the very real possibility of dying. A blinking light from the communications panel prompted you to press the button just below without thinking.

   “Blue eleven to...Royal Ark, do you copy? You are ordered to stand down! I repeat! Stand down!”

   “Ohhhh kark! Paz!?”

He must have still been working desperately on the repairs, too occupied to hear your plea. The fire ceased giving you a bit of respite.

“Royal Ark, identify yourself!”

  If it were not for the labels, surely you would have incidentally blown both you and paz into oblivion. And given your master had instructed you somewhat on Galactic Basic, you found the transmission switch.

   “Um, Royal Ark to Blue...Blue eleven?”

There was a long pause and even though the New Republic fighters were now only tailing the craft you still had a vice like grip on the control column.

“Are...Are you a child?” The static voice came over incredulously.

   Flexing the muscles in your throat you flicked the switch, “No, of course not!”

Glancing down there was a very large lever that you had noticed upon your first time on the ship, its mere size enticing you to move it immediately. Occasionally, you had observed many a pilot manning their transports, and from that you absolutely knew there was a host of buttons to press before pulling on the massive lever, though now with the ship currently damaged, the ruling government breathing down your neck and the overabundance of anxiety fueling your every move, it seemed like a viable option. Tipping the controls forward, you tried to force the ship to go faster.

“Royal Ark! You have been ordered to cease and be escorted to the nearest New Republic base! Identify yourself! Stop!”

Through the communicator you could hear the Republic leader’s comrades growing increasingly agitated. Becoming more irked, you pushed forward, and from far behind you could hear the Mandalorian stumbling about, shouting in a language you could not interpret. All autonomy you possessed seemed to slip away, while a desperate need to escape took hold. All together the grating sounds of the damned alarm, the Republic bastards shouting orders, the rattling of durasteel and the new barrage of fire came together in a most unholy matrimony tearing an unbridled scream from your lungs. And all at once there was a piercing energy that coursed through your body as you forced the large lever forward, forcing your body to shake and then go rigid for what felt like eternity. But nothing ever remains the same as when that moment of shock ended your body jerked forward and your head properly smacked against the console sending you into violent but welcome unconsciousness.

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[lihikainanea]

Tiger is in a fussy mood, but she’s not acting up or trying to get a punishment, she just can’t seem to sit still and she’s really irritable. So that night Bill just sits her between his legs on the couch while they’re watching tv and he just really slowly rubs her clit until all of her tension goes away

oh god nani, what a delicious thought. Let’s explore this a bit more.

I have a very soft spot in my heart for fussy tiger who purposely acts bratty, purposely lashes out just to get the structure and the discipline that she needs from her Big Dude in order to feel better. Tiger has always been a fighter and she always will be, so sometimes all that chaotic energy needs an outlet and she feels it building up and needs Bill’s help to set her straight again.

But I also have a tremendous soft spot for a fussy tiger, who doesn’t mean to be fussy, but who is just so uncomfortable and so full of bad thoughts or bad feelings or just overall malaise that she can’t find her way out of by herself. Because it’s just such an incredible show of vulnerability, you know? A show of her trust in Bill, to kind of throw this at him and trust him to make her feel better, because even she doesn't know what to do to help it. It’s just so soft to me, tiger being so fussy and not even lashing out, not even having the energy or the anger to do anything but wallow in those terrible feelings.

And she’s just been a grump. She’s irritable. She’s fidgety. She’s whiney, pretty unbearable actually, but Bill is always much more understanding when she’s like this. If she’s fussy and bratty about it, he knows his role--to be stern, to set her straight, be authoritative and dominating and punish her to help her feel better. But when she’s fussy like this, when she’s not lashing out, he knows to be a bit softer about it. He definitely won’t let her get away with it if she steps too much out of line, but for now she’s really just...fucking miserable. A total pain in his ass, but not a defiant one.

and god my train of thought splits here, so bear with me. Remember when the sweet, beautiful heart-Beth (@grandpa-sweaters) introduced us to the incredible thought that is oral cockwarming? When tiger’s fussy like this, one of the most effective ways to get her back acting right is to help her soothe her oral fixation. Get her on her knees so her mind instinctively quiets down bit, give her a little nudge into her small space which instantly calms her down, and make sure her mouth is full. I think that might definitely be one of the routes that Bill chooses to help her feel better--if he has work to do he might set up at the kitchen table, put a cushion on the floor for her. He’ll snap his fingers and wave her over, and she’s so good for him--probably so in need of a bit of relief--that she’ll probably drop to her knees there on the cushion before he even tells her to. He might take a moment, run a finger softly down the bridge of her nose while she looks up at him.

“I know my sweet girl is in there somewhere,” he purrs, and god tiger just lets out a small whine. Begging. She’ll put her hands on his knees eagerly when he unzips his jeans, but she’ll wait for his okay, wait for him to tell her she can have it.

“Come here, sweet girl,” he murmurs, and she just inches a little closer, wraps her mouth around him. He’ll work a bit, one hand flipping through a script, the other hand in her hair for soft scritchies. He can feel the tension melt away on her. He might even--uuuunnnnf fuck--if tiger is particularly insufferable, he might even take a little help from Jason, or some sort of plug. Just makes sure that she’s full in all the ways that she loves, in all the ways that she finds such comfort in.

But also, god let’s take a moment to relish in what you brought up here. Let’s say he lets her just have that for awhile, lets her just kind of keep her mouth around him, and it helps for awhile but really the only thing it does is make her even MORE fussy when Bill has to keep going about his day and doing things. It makes her even more unbearable. And remember our small foray into tantra a little while back? Perhaps Bill thinks that something a little slower, something monotonous, something very predictable and soothing is exactly what she needs. Just something to get her focus elsewhere, for a longer period of time.

So maybe that evening, once she’s managed to eat enough to make him somewhat happy, maybe his heart softens just that much more. Because the poor kid has been in such a funk all day but she’s trying, you know? She’s being good. She’s not snapping at him. She’s not being a brat. She’s eating when he tells her to. She’s looking to him to help fix it--with comfort, with affection, with whatever he thinks might help her. So maybe after dinner he pours two scotches, and goes to get the bedroom ready. Lights a few candles, turns on the fairy lights, a soft rainfall soundtrack. And then he goes to get her--strips her naked right there in the hallway, and she doesn’t fight. Doesn’t even say anything, just lets him lift her shirt over her head, tug her panties down. He gets naked too, just because skin contact helps both of them, and then he sets her up on the bed--sitting down, her back to his chest, as he rests his back on the headboard. He hooks his feet around her ankles, spreads her legs wide and makes sure they stay that way. And with a soft kiss to her cheek, he wraps one hand real loosely around her throat (not even squeezing, just resting there to give her a bit of comfort) and the other hand reaches down, parts her folds, and just starts circling her clit real softly. She tenses a bit, digs her nails into his thigh as she moans.

“Relax,” he whispers, “Breathe with me.”

He coaches her into a few breaths--deep, from her gut, and slow. Inhale and hold, exhale even slower. Deep inhale again and hold, exhale over twice the amount of time. And the whole time tiger is waiting for him to increase the pressure, to speed up the pace, and Bill just....doesn’t. He keeps it impossibly steady, consistent, the same pressure and the same speed the whole time. And there’s something incredibly cathartic about that kind of constant, that steadfast rhythm, so even for as much as tiger wants him to speed it up and just build her so she can explode, there’s also something so incredible about him just...not doing that. Something incredible about keeping the same pace, the same pressure.

She slumps against him, really just collapses, the room is dark and illuminated only by a few candles, the moonlight, all of her favourite things. And she just leans against him, his lips at her ear murmuring soft words, one or two of his fingers drawing slow circles across her clit. He talks to her, his voice low and cathartic, something she can latch on to and focus on like she always does. And he just, so slowly, work all the fussiness out of her. Just keep stroking her with the same steady pressure, the same rhythm. She fidgets at certain points, starts to get fussy again because she wants it a little harder or a little faster--but she’s tutted softly, a thumb pushed into her mouth, while he just keeps it slow and consistent. She's coming for him after a little while, the slow build that just burns low in her belly. She grips onto his thighs, squirms a little but he just grips his arms a little tighter around her, shushes her softly, talks her through it. He never alters his movements--just more of the same, soft and steady, cooing in her ear, encouraging her to bite down on his thumb if she needs to.

And once it ripples through her--oh, he’s not done. She’s far too pent up, far too fussy for him to be done just then.

“Good girl,” he purrs in her ear, “Take another few breaths with me.”

And he coaxes her through one, two, three. Deep breaths, from her gut even as she gasps to try and get back down from her high. Only then will his fingers ease their pressure--just a tad--but still stay very much on her, consistent, rhythmic, tantric.

“You have another one in there for me, kid,” he whispers, “Let’s have it.”

and it is just that. Just that, the whole night. Slow, soft, so rhythmic, dependable, predictable. Working every single ounce of fight, every small modicum of bad feelings or fussiness right out of her with nothing but consistency, love, comfort.

GOOD DUDE BILL FUCK.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #sub tiger #soft bill

[set-phasers-to-whump]

insomnia

prompt: insomnia

whumpee: eddie diaz

fandom: 911

hi!!! i hope that u like this fic :) it’s set after eddie begins and deals a little w the events of that. (also if u look for this on ao3 it has a different title but im gonna keep everything on here titled with the prompt for consistency lol)

In the wake of it, Eddie hasn’t been able to sleep. He’s tried and tried, but the second he falls asleep he’s back underground choking on mud and fighting for his life and that on its own is more exhausting than simply not sleeping, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t sleep if he can help it, and he feels like shit because of it, but it’s better than the nightmares, it’s better than dying every night.

He hasn’t slept more than an hour in days. Weeks, maybe. He’s been doing his best to appear normal, but it’s exhausting. He’s tried to hide it in front of Chris, especially, not wanting him to worry about it, but he can tell the façade is slipping. He catches Chris looking quizzically at him when he jerks himself awake from half-falling asleep on the couch, when he sits and watches Chris and Buck play in the park rather than joining in. He’s slipping. 

Pretty soon Buck is going to start noticing it, too, with as much time as they spend together. Then the team will notice. He imagines there will be an uncomfortable combination of irritation and pity thrown his way when it happens. So he does his best to avoid it, acting as normal as he possibly can.

Today, it’s harder. He’d dropped Chris off at school and had nearly gotten into an accident on the way to work - he’d yawned, closing his eyes, and had almost slammed into the back of the truck in front of him. So he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with. 

Then, everyone at the station was getting on his nerves. He knew they weren’t doing it on purpose, but every spoon dropped in the kitchen, every shout of laughter from people playing videogames, every squeak of a shoe on the floor, made him feel like punching something. But he was too tired to work out, so he kept the irritation inside of him. 

“Hey, Eds, you want a turn?” Buck calls to him from across the room. He’s sitting in front of the TV with Chim, who is doing a victory dance as the screen proclaims him the winner. “Fair warning, Chim cheats.”

“I do not!”

He shakes his head.

Evidently, Buck doesn’t see. “Eddie? You wanna play?”

“I said no,” he snaps, wincing when Buck’s face falls. He might go over to apologize, but just then the alarm rings, far too loudly for his liking. 

He trudges down the stairs, too tired to completely pick up his feet, and slumps into his seat in the truck. He catches Buck giving him a look from his spot in the driver’s seat, but then he turns around to pull the truck out of the station, leaving Eddie to stare out the window and ignore everything else going on around him. 

When they arrive at the scene, Eddie’s the last out of the truck. As the team makes its way towards their victim (a man with his entire arm stuck inside a vending machine), Buck bumps Eddie’s shoulder in a way Eddie knows is meant to be friendly. He flinches away anyway. 

“What’s up?” he asks, and he sounds so genuinely concerned for Eddie’s wellbeing that Eddie half wants to punch him. “You’re acting weird.”

He shrugs, stepping away from Buck, kneeling down next to the victim. “Didn’t sleep well last night,” he says, which isn’t exactly a lie. 

They manage to get the guy out after a few minutes of careful maneuvering, and he emerges relatively unscathed, hand wrapped around the candy bar he’d been in the middle of grabbing. He thanks them for their assistance and asks whether the vending machine will be okay, and then ambles off, unwrapping his candy. 

The team heads back to their vehicles, Bobby and Buck leading the pack, Buck talking animatedly about something, gesturing with his hands. Chim and Hen walk behind them, and Eddie hears Hen laugh, sees Chimney shake his head at something. He himself walks behind the group, forcing his feet to keep moving. His head pounds - he’s had a headache all week, but in the last half-hour it’s intensified, and every time he moves it feels like something is being slammed into his skull. He briefly considers sitting down right there, in the middle of a parking lot, just to catch his breath. He decides against this because he is genuinely worried that he wouldn’t be able to get back up.

“Eddie,” he hears Bobby call, and he looks up to see that everyone else is back in their spots in the truck and ambulance, save for him. 

“Coming,” he says, though it sounds so quiet to his own ears that there’s no way that Bobby had heard him. 

He takes a step - and then he’s falling. He feels his palms scrape against asphalt, feels his cheek press into the rough surface. He thinks about standing up, but that’s all the action he’s able to take on the matter.

He hears footsteps run up to him. Someone rolls him over so he’s on his back. Hands press to his neck, checking his pulse. His eyes are opened, and a light shines into them. He flinches away from it, turning his head. 

“Eddie? You awake?”

“Always,” he slurs out, moving to push himself up. A hand rests on his arm, pushes him down. 

“Hold on there,” Hen says. “You just collapsed. You’re not going anywhere.”

He doesn’t say anything. 

“Your breathing’s a little shallow, but otherwise your vitals are normal,” Chim says. “Nothing that would have caused you to collapse.”

“I’m fine,” he snaps. “Let me get up.”

A hand is placed on his shoulder - Buck’s hand. “He said he didn’t sleep too good last night,” Buck offers, as Chim dabs his hands with something that makes them sting. 

“One night of bad sleep wouldn’t do this,” Hen says, as Chimney moves on to bandaging his hands. 

“Eddie,” says Bobby, “when was the last time you slept?”

He doesn’t know. He shrugs. 

“Eddie,” Hen’s voice leaves no room for argument. 

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “Can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Chim asks, putting a hand to his forehead.

“‘M not sick.”

“Well, something’s the matter,” Buck says. “You’ve been off all day - actually, all week. Quiet. Kinda snappy.”

“What’s going on?” asks Bobby. 

“I can’t -” He can’t do this here, can’t admit that he’s terrified to sleep, in a way he hasn’t been since he first returned from Afghanistan. He can’t be weak. Not like this.

Nobody says anything for a long minute. Eddie’s eyes are closed, but he imagines his teammates exchanging glances over his body. 

After a bit, he feels Bobby gently grab his freshly-bandaged hand, and then he’s being pulled to his feet. Bobby all but carries him to the truck, and Eddie breathes a mental sigh of relief to feel the leather seat underneath him, instead of the gurney in the back of the ambulance, which he’d feared they’d force him into. 

Someone reaches across him and buckles his seatbelt, and he leans his head back against the seat as the truck starts moving.

When they arrive back at the station, Eddie fumbles with his seatbelt and manages to get it off, then forces himself to his feet, where he wavers for a second before carefully stepping out of the truck. 

Immediately, Hen is next to him, letting him grab onto her arm when he stumbles. “Easy there,” she tells him, and carefully leads him upstairs, Chim walking very closely behind them like he thinks Eddie’s going to fall backwards at any minute.

Once they are safely upstairs, Hen guides Eddie to the couch and eases him down. She leaves, and a second later she’s pressing a cool bottle of water into his hands. He looks at it. Chim takes it from his hands and opens it, handing it back. “Drink it,” he says sternly, in a voice Eddie just knows he’s gonna get a lot of mileage out of when his new kid comes. 

He drinks some of the water with shaking hands. If Chim and Hen notice this, they don’t say anything, a fact he’s grateful for. Hen takes the bottle from him when he’s finished, and Chim pats him on the leg, and then they both get up as someone else approaches. He very slowly turns his head to look. 

Buck stands at the end of the couch, smiling softly at him, not a trace of irritation or pity on his face. He walks over to Eddie, extending a hand. Eddie grabs it, letting Buck pull him to his feet and slip an arm around his waist. 

“Let’s get you some sleep, okay?” Buck asks.

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t, no matter how much his body might want to. 

“Okay,” Buck says, not arguing. “You don’t have to sleep. But you are going to lay down.”

Eddie agrees to that, and they enter the bunkroom, which is empty, seeing as how it’s the middle of the day. Buck pulls Eddie along to his usual bed and gently guides him down. 

Without a word, Buck takes off Eddie’s shoes, and then his own. Eddie stretches out along the bed, turning his body to face the wall. He feels Buck sit down beside him, feels the bed move as Buck gets himself comfortable. Neither of them says anything. Eddie tries desperately to keep his eyes open. 

“You can sleep, Eddie,” Buck says quietly. 

“I can’t,” Eddie whispers. “I’m afraid.”

The admission slips from him a good deal easier than he’d thought it would. “I’m afraid,” he repeats. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m back underground…” he trails off, not wanting to elaborate. “I can’t, Buck. What kind of coward can’t even fall asleep?” he asks, half to himself. 

“Eddie,” Buck says, sounding stern for the first time all day. “Eddie,” he repeats, putting a hand to his back. “You are the furthest thing from a coward. You went through something traumatizing, and your brain knows that. It keeps reminding you every time you fall asleep. But your body doesn’t know that. It just knows it’s exhausted. You have to sleep.”

“But-”

Buck doesn’t let him protest. “And I know that’s scary, and I know there’s not a lot I can do to help, but I can say this. When I said I had your back, I meant it. I am always gonna be here for you, Eds, whether that means working together on a call or this right here. Anything. I promise I won’t leave you.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close at last. 

“That’s it,” says Buck, and Eddie feels his hand brush through his hair, a repetitive, calming motion. “Let yourself sleep.”

It’s not a magic fix by any means, but when the alarm rings three hours later, Eddie wakes up from a nightmare-less sleep feeling a good deal more alive, with Buck still pressed to his back, just as he’d promised.

#febuwhump2021 #febuwhumpday6 #insomnia #911 #eddie diaz #exhaustion #collapse #cared for #my writing #i say things

[dumpster-of-the-lost-souls]

@tsukikoayanosuke

Hi I’m really sorry about pinging you like this but I wanted to let you know that your story Twisted Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure has inspired me somewhat to write my own thing of sorts and I wanted to hear your thoughts.

The Protagonist is Yuu Fechín who is 17 years old, 178 cm tall, and is very pale but muscular. Yuu hasn’t seen sunlight on a regular basis until he got to NRC. Short black hair that’s sort of “feathery” according to Grim. Very striking blue eyes.

Much more reserved and quiet when in comparison to Ace or Grim but still polite. Shrewd and observant. Has strong protective instincts. Versatile when it comes down to lodging and income, such as when Yuu has to bunk at Savanaclaw he deems the storage room acceptable. A good judge of character and can act similarly to an older or more mature sibling. Yuu is slow to anger most of the time and has excellent control over his temper but if you stomp on the right nerves he’ll be ready to snap your neck. If Azul had stepped on one more of Yuu’s nerves the next day’s headlines would have read: “Octopus Mob Boss found dead in Miami” when irritated has quite the sharp tounge

Meticulous when it comes to appearance and items, (his total amount of personal items is enough to fit in a duffel bag with room to spare) his posture is almost picture perfect. Wears these military-esque fingerless gloves to help him grip items.

When Yuu arrives at NRC he can only remember his name (Yuu Fechín) but the word geode is in his mind. The only thing aside from the ceremonial robe is a strange headpiece similar to the mic/earbud combo you see in theatres.

Yuu’s memories slowly return over the arcs. Heartslabyl causes the memories of his boss and her dedication to the people she chose to protect and her strict way of ruling them. Savanaclaw returned the memories of the wasteland and the Marauders who have turned on common decency and their fellow man in favor of self centered survival. Octavinelle returns the memories of the people trapped in deals that only end in misery and despair with the only possible escape being death and the weasels who duped them. Scarabia returns the memories of brotherhoods forged through blood, sweat, tears, and time, with allies that span the globe. Pomefiore reminds Yuu of the position he holds and the weight that comes with it. Ignihyde gives clarity by showing Yuu his home and how it got that way and just how much effort was put into rebuilding. Diasomnia gives the second to last chunk that Yuu’s home does have magic it’s not the same type but there is magic nonetheless. And the final piece of Yuu’s memory is that of his magic that fundamental part of who he is.

I didn’t have any specific characters that I twisted Yuu from but I think that fits considering that while Yuu has a connection with Twisted Wonderland through the friends he made while at NRC it’s not his home.

Yuu instead has a more broader theme around knights and chivalry. Since of all of the kids Yuu has the strongest moral compass he actually follows rather consistently. His weapon of choice being a rapier either metal or forged by magic. And is part of what is essentially the army having the rank equivalent to that of Lieutenant Colonel. If there are any characters Yuu can be tied closer too it would be The Black Knight from Monty Python and Weiss Schnee from Rwby. Though that’s mostly due to color schemes injuries and references.

Yuu can be incredibly blunt with his words to either your detriment or benefit. He can and will shoulder more then he can carry since that’s what his boss did and still does. When he fights it will be until either he falls unconscious or drops dead or he’s managed to drive off/kill whatever he’s fighting. Yuu is also stubborn as all hell it takes a lot for him to give up on something or to realize that he is in the wrong or something he believes in fundamentally is incorrect.

Added fun facts: 1) Yuu can barely cook and only manages due to following the directions perfectly. 2) Yuu’s hobby is ice skating. 3) Yuu wakes up at 5:00AM every morning and goes to bed at 10:00PM. 4) he loses his entire left forearm to sepsis which was caused by the arm being broken while he was strung up by rusted barbed wire. 5) has a fair amount of scars and gains several more when he fights Grim, then gets captured and tortured by Marauders and barely a week out of getting out of the hospital fights off a sea dragon and nearly shatters his own soul from the strain. 6) durning the fight with the sea dragon Yuu gets some rather nasty looking scars on the left side of his face. 7) he gets Leona to cooperate by singing “I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves” for the entire night at the top of his lungs and almost tears his vocal cords doing so.

#twst #twst FC #resurgence #Integrity #house of phantoms #Yuu Fechín

[nose-bandaid]

bloom ✿ pt.1 — daisies

Kino (Hyunggu) x (female) Reader | flower shop AU

february 6th daises — innocence, purity, and new beginnings

introduction | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | epilogue

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“Yes... yes, we’ll be able to deliver on Friday. So which flowers did you want?” You did your best to keep your tone as polite as possible and listened to the muffled voice list the various flowers they wanted. When you initially picked up the phone, you expected that it would be an easy task to complete — handling calls were a frequent part of your job. The customers usually knew what they wanted and for the most part, were pleasant to work with. However, for some reason, this specific customer was prepared to chew you out before you could even say hello. Six minutes and about a million skeptical questions and insults later, you were finally able to get to the actual ordering part of the process. But that didn’t stop the pounding in your head as you filled out the order sheet.

Pink Roses... Baby’s Breath... Snap Dragons — your heart froze for a moment. 

We’re out of snap dragons, aren’t we. 

You shuffled through some papers to confirm your suspicions and yep, the next order wasn’t due until two weeks from now. Already anticipating the grouchy response you were about to receive, you braced yourself before daring to speak into the receiver again.

“I’m really sorry, but we seem to be out of snap dragons at the moment and the next order won’t come in time for Friday...”

You expected some shouting, or even some cursing, but instead you received the most passive-aggressive tone you’ve ever heard, as they asked you to clarify what you meant. And honestly, that was probably worse than how the shouting would’ve been.

“We do have larkspurs though,” You offered desperately. As much as you wanted to hang up on them right then and there, you couldn’t afford to lose the order, or even worse, a customer. “They’re really similar to snap dragons and they’re just as beautiful, I can promise you that.”

While you tried your best to convince the customer to go with the alternate flowers, a hand tapping on the table you were leaning on caught your attention.

“Excuse me! Can I have some help choosing some flowers?” You looked up from the papers to glance at the old man requesting for you assistance and quickly assured him that you’ll get to that once you were finished with the call. He let out a quiet huff, but said nothing and walked off to wait at the bouquets. As your eyes followed his retreating figure, the splitting headache only got worse when you thought of all the requests and tasks you had to complete. It was just one of those days, every single thing just had to go wrong and you dreaded every passing minute. Being the only person manning the store that day also didn’t help at all.

After a few more minutes of trying to negotiate with the upset customer, you managed to finally convince them to agree with your offer (thankfully) and did you best to shake off all the negative feelings holding you down before approaching the old man. You were grateful that he was at least reasonable to work with, along with the other customers that came your way, and filling out their requests were a breeze. But before you even had the chance let out a sigh of relief, a loud CRASH — unmistakably the sound of a vase falling to the ground —  made you flinch, and your shoulders slumped once again.

You followed the sound of a child crying to see a little girl in the middle of a heap of dirt, obviously devastated over the fact that she was the cause of the accident. Her mother, recognizing her daughter’s voice, quickly appeared at the scene, concern written all over her face. But the moment she understood the situation, she immediately grabbed her daughter’s hand and ran off, exiting the store in a flash. You stood in your place in complete shock, not fully registering what just happened in front of you. The abandoned flowers that were once in the mother’s hands slowly rolled off the table she dropped them on, quietly adding even more to the mess. You turned to the other customers who simply stared back and you let out yet another sigh, finally accepting the fact that you were ultimately responsible for dealing with the mess on your own. 

As you went to grab the dustpan from the back, you silently cursed your coworker for backing out on their shift on the one day you could’ve used some help with. Typically, the store was quite peaceful and you could easily manage a shift all on your own, but now that Valentine’s day was around the corner, you were bombarded with work left and right.

The store stirred back to life once you came back out and began collecting the shards of the broken vase, people muttering to each other and feebly shuffling away to distract themselves with other things. The line at the register had also practically doubled in size since the last time you were able to get behind the counter and your stomach filled itself with stress at the sight of it. There was no way you could handle this on your own.

Stupid kid, stupid snap dragons, stupid vase, stupid line... you thought bitterly as you swept the scattered dirt into a pile to take care of later.

“Do you need some help?”

Out of habit, you almost replied with an “I’ll be with you in a minute!”, but you looked up in surprise when you realized that the voice was actually offering you help. A boy smiled at you and held his hands out to grab the broom and dustpan, but you refused, backing away slightly.

“Oh, no it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was just planning on getting rid of the dangerous stuff first and deal with the rest later.”

He simply took another step closer to you. “I insist, really, you seem like you could use some help right now.”

You hesitated for a moment, eyes wavering between the kind stranger and the line at the register, which was becoming more and more irritated every time you looked their way. Perhaps just once, you could accept someone else’s help? As long as he swept the dirt and only did that, then you wouldn’t feel to guilty about it. Giving him a small nod, you held out the tools and hastily relayed a few instructions before rushing back to the cash. You swiftly worked through each customer, trying to reduce the amount of time you kept him working. Once in a while you would sneak a peak at him to see how he’s doing and he seemed perfectly content, scooping up the dirt and then leaving it in the old bucket just like how you told him to. He even put the deserted flowers back to their original place on the shelves without you telling him to, and your heart melted at that. You know that it was a fairly simple task to do, but you still felt bad about having to rely on a stranger to help you manage your own job. By the time you finished handling the overwhelming number of requests thrown at you, it was only you and they boy left in the store.

When you approached him, he tucked the phone he was playing with into his bag and started to tell you about how he completed the task just like how you told him to. You cut him off with a multitude of thanks, which he laughed off.

“Don’t have to worry about it, I wanted to help.”

“And I appreciate it a lot, but I still feel bad... is there anything I can treat you with?” You insisted, “If you’re here for some flowers I can give you some sort of discount.”

He looked around thoughtfully and placed his hand on a small bouquet of daises. “I was actually thinking about getting these ones, what do you think?”

“Daises are certainly a popular flower, but what exactly is the occasion?” You asked. “I think I need to know that before I can help you.”

“Why,” he gestured to his outfit, which consisted of a long coat covering a plain white tee tucked into his sunflower-printed pants. You also took note of the small flower accessories that he had decorated all over, from the flower hanging from his bag to the ones dangling from his ears. “It’s for my outfits of course! I thought that having some real flowers would make it look even better. If not, I guess they could always decorate my room.”

“Hmm... is that so? Then I think daisies would be a really good option, they seem to suit you. I would say sunflowers too, though they’re a little too big to use as accessories.” You both laughed when you pointed out the large sunflowers nearby. “Your pants are cute though.”

“Thank you,” The boy glanced down at your name tag before gazing into your eyes once again. “Y/n.”

“You’re welcome.” You nodded and paused for a moment before continuing. “May I know your name as well? I can’t say I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Yeah! My name is Hyunggu, I just found about the shop a few days ago and I thought I’d check it out.” He replied, following you to the counter.

“Well it’s always nice to have another customer.” You replied as you scanned the small bouquet and handed it to him. “Here, just take it, it’s on me. I know I’ve already said it a million times, but thanks for all the help back there. It means a lot to finally have something good happen to me on such a bad day.”

He smiled back at you, “It was no problem at all, and I’ll be back again for sure, someday — so I hope to see you soon!”

“I’m here for most days, so yes, I’ll look forward to seeing you again, Hyunggu.”

You waved each other goodbye and he left, the door making its usual chime whenever it opened. The store was at last, empty, and you could finally take a breather and wrap your head around the events of the day. Checking the clock, you were also happy to see that you had just enough time to sneak in a quick lunch before the next wave of customers was bound to come.

But first things first, you had to go deal with the bucket filled with the vase fragments and soil that Hyunggu taken care of. When you hefted it up with its rusty handle, you heard something soft fall to the ground and looked curiously at the small flower keychain that landed near your feet.

Wait a minute... isn’t that Hyunggu’s? It looks like the one he had hanging from his bag. You thought to yourself.

You picked it up from the ground and upon closer inspection, gathered that it was in fact, his keychain, and you giggled when you realized that the flower was a daisy, just like the ones he bought.

This guy... what’s up with him and flowers? He must really like them.

Not knowing how you could possibly get in touch with him anytime soon, you decided to keep it with you until you saw him again, and continued cleaning up the mess, feeling much happier than you were before. You didn’t know what it was about him, but the thought of how kind he was gave you enough energy to get through the rest of the day. You gently washed the keychain to get rid of the dirt that caught onto the fabric and then hung it on the corkboard behind the register. The small flower fit right into the theme of the board, as if it was designed for it, which made you smile. Giving yourself a small nod of approval, you carried on with the last few tasks you had to finish before lunch, all while humming some of your favourite tunes to yourself.

Despite everything that happened, today was a good day.

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part two will come out soon ! please look forward to it:)

~ tiny

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[erictmason]

The Road To “Godzilla VS. Kong”, Day One

KING KONG VS. GODZILLA (AMERICAN VERSION)

Originally Released: June 26th, 1963

Director: Ishiro Honda

Writers: Shinichi Sekizawa, Paul Mason and Bruce Howard

Starring: Tadao Takashima, Kenji Sahara, Ichiro Arashima, Mie Hama, Michael Keith, Harry Halcomb

“King Kong VS. Godzilla” is a movie whose reputation often precedes it amongst certain circles of Genre Film fans.  Even if one is unaware of the convoluted, more than slightly seedy story behind its creation (short version: the original “King Kong”’s special-effects artist, Willis O’Brien, was interested in creating a sequel that would have pitted Kong against a giant animalistic version of the Frakenstein Monster, but shady producer John Beck wound up stealing the idea and, when American studios balked at the project for fear that the use of stop-motion animation to realize the effects work would be too expensive, wound up shopping it to the more cost-effective Toho Studios in Japan, who reconceived it as a new “Godzilla” project in hopes of revitalizing interest in the character), it is still one of the most singularly important Giant Monster Movies ever made.  For one thing, it basically defined The Kaiju Movie as we know it today; sure, the original “Gojira” from 1954 (and by extension its Americanized adaptation, “Godzilla: King of the Monsters” in 1956) may have effectively created the genre, but you’ll notice the majority of such movies that exist today are more about Fanciful Title Bouts between two Clashing Monsters rather than somber moody Allegories about the horrors of Nuclear Weapons.  For another, it’s the movie that really put Godzilla himself on the map as a Big Star in his own right; at the time, he only had two prior films to his name, and while one of them was the aforementioned genre-creating watershed “Gojira”, the other was “Godzilla’s Counterattack” from 1956, which proved such a box-office disappointment that it put the character into retirement for the better part of a decade (and to give you a sense of just how much less weight the name “Godzilla” carried back then, when that movie was released in America in 1959, it was initially re-titled “Gigantis The Fire Monster”).  With “King Kong VS. Godzilla”, however, he would begin to star in more and more movies, building a film franchise that continues to this day.  

So it’s a bit of a shame that I’ve never liked it all that much.

To be clear, the “it” in question here is specifically the American version of the movie, which is the one most Western audiences would be familiar with since, until recently, it was the only one readily available to us (though Criterion finally corrected that back in 2019, when they included the original Japanese version of the movie as a bonus feature in their “Showa Era” collector’s set).  Certainly, it’s the one that I grew up watching as a kid, when my mom, ever so protective and knowing how easily upset I could be when Fictional Characters I Loved got hurt, made sure to watch ahead to see who exactly won the title match-up (and since it was Kong, I wouldn’t actually get around to finishing my viewing of the movie for a good long while).  Back then, of course, I viewed it very much through that childish prism of who I thought should win, and it was exactly the kind of Schoolyard Logic you’d expect: Kong was supposed to be a great deal smaller than Godzilla, and where Godzilla had his iconic fire breath, Kong had no extraordinary powers; Kid Me understandably concluded that this match-up really ought to be a shoe-in for Godzilla, which worked out well since Godzilla just so happened to be the one Kid Me actually cared about.  Kid Me was thus quite irritated to discover that, for the sake of this movie, Kong had in fact been significantly sized up and given random electricity-absorbing powers.  It felt like cheating to Kid Me, and it left me less than positively disposed towards the film proper.

These days, of course, I’m able to give the film a somewhat fairer shake, though I would be lying if I said that My Inner Childish Fan-Boy is completely quiet on the matter (in particular, it always bothers me that, to emphasize the advantage Kong’s electrical powers give him in their fight, the movie explicitly cites Godzilla’s “vulnerability” to electricity, despite one of the most singularly iconic images of the original “Gojira” being his ability to walk straight through a power-line barricade).  Indeed, my most recent re-watch for this very review honestly left me feeling fonder toward it than I was even on my last most recent re-watch (back in 2014, in preparation for the then-upcoming Gareth Edwards “Godzillla”, which we’ll also be getting to in this re-watch soon).  The portrayal of the title monsters themselves in particular left me much happier this time around than it has in the past; the design for Godzilla himself- thick around the center with big heavy-browed eyes and what appears to be a constantly self-amused grin, huge sharp claws that dominate the fingers and a tail that moves with a real sense of weight and purpose-took me a long time to warm up to, for example, but these days I would happily cite it as one of the very best of the original series.  Kong gets it a bit worse, sadly; the suit they design for him here (a fact that original “Kong” director Merian C. Cooper openly despised, incidentally; the idea of portraying Kong as just some guy in a gorilla costume was one of the things he explicitly set out to avoid in the original movie) has a distinctive enough face if not an especially memorable one, but the costume always looks and feels a bit raggedy, with the sagging pecs and ill-fitted arms (throughout the movie the suit switches between “regular” arms designed to allow the actor mobility, and extended arms to help give it a more ape-like gait; the result is that both versions feel weirdly out of place on the costume a lot of the time) looking especially awkward.  However, even beyond how they look, the way the monsters act is genuinely enjoyable, with Haruo Nakajima as Godzilla and Shoichi Hirose as Kong both putting in fantastic performances that imbue them with a great sense of personality that is just consistently delightful all movie long.  Whether it’s Godzilla hopping around, arms flailing in triumph whenever he manages to pull off another victory, or Kong drunkenly swallowing up giant pots’ worth of a narcotic usd to keep him docile, the movie very visibly delights in imbuing these creatures with fun foibles, and It’s no coincidence that the it’s at its strongest, not so much when the monsters are fighting, but when they are simply interacting as actual Characters: Godzilla here feels often like a particularly arrogant, boundlessly-energized child, while Kong is a bit more confused and subdued but quick to anger when irritated; their first meeting, when both these strong visible personalities most openly bounce off each other, is unquestionably my favorite moment of the movie.

The rest of it isn’t exactly bad, per se, but it is a lot less entertaining.  Some of that is simply what the American version inherited from the Japanese original, not least of all the noxiously racist portrayal of the Natives living on a remote pacific island with Kong (here named “Faro Island” for some reason instead of the usual “Skull Island”).  On top of the sins it recreates from the original “King Kong” (a fairly ooga-booga understanding of What Islanders Are Like, all of whom are portrayed by non-Native actors slathered in brownface make-up), it also includes a decently insulting bit wherein the initially-hostile islanders are pacified by the introduction of “magic” in the form of a hand-held radio and cartons of cigarettes.  There’s also the fact that the plot is driven almost entirely by Random Contrivance rather than anything that flows naturally from either the characters or the premise; Godzilla and Kong have no real compelling reason to meet, let alone fight, other than the pure coincidence of their both happening to be active at around the same time in the same part of the world (the American version attempts to ameliorate this somewhat by stating that the two are “instinctive rivals” who will be “naturally driven to destroy one another”, but that flimsy lip-service to Motivation just winds up making the otherwise-arbitrary plotting feel all the worse), and we are constantly bombarded by Total Coincidences as a way of shuffling the characters around from place to place with dizzying frequency.  But some of those troubles are only exacerbated by the approach the American version has taken to the material.  We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, but the Japanese “King Kong VS. Godzilla” is, at heart, a Satirical Comedy; this, unsurprisingly, was not an idea that went over well with Universal Studios in America, who chose to try and reshape that comedy into a more traditional Monster Movie.  An understandable objective, but not one the Japanese cut of the film made easy to achieve; to avoid the most overt Comic bits meant cutting almost all of the human characters in the film (most notably the eccentric executive Mr. Tako, played by Ichiro Arishima) down to only their most essential appearances, which in turn means that they all wind up feeling vaguely undefined and out of place in their own story (this feels especially true of our ostensible main character, Tadao Takashima‘s Sakurai, who is present enough to FEEL like a main character but has little left to do in this cut of the film). To make up the weight of all that cut footage, meanwhile, we get gobs of new footage consisting mostly of Michael Keith as a United Nations reporter talking at us in the most stultifying way possible, often joined by Harry Holcombe as an equally stultifying scientist (who apparently gets his knowledge of dinosaurs primarily from children’s picture books, which in fairness would explain a lot of the nonsense he ends up saying), though he also frequently talks with a fellow reporter played by James Yagi.  These scenes are not, perhaps, without their charms, but they also deaden the movie’s pacing, especially since nine times out of ten they exist mostly to reiterate stuff we already know because it literally just happened.  Given how much a faster pace seems to be one of the American cut’s top priorities (a sub-plot from the Japanese version about a submarine inadvertently encountering Godzilla is reduced to a single sequence for this version), that choice proves a counterintuitive one.

Because the other major problem with the American approach to this movie is that, to be frank, the Monster Action is nowhere near Epic enough to bear the weight this new cut puts on it.  Again, it’s not without its merits; Godzilla and Kong’s outsized personalities do a lot to lend even the less effective sequences a certain fun spirit, and there is still an unmistakably strong sense of craftsmanship to the miniatures used throughout the movie to create the appropriate sense of scale for our Monsters to play around in (the demolition of a recreation of Atami Castle shines a spotlight on that very fact).  But in terms of both their scope and their choreography, there’s just not enough There there; far too often, “King Kong VS. Godzilla”’s Big Marquee Action Scenes amount to the monsters just sort of lazily throwing rocks at each other, or else engaging in less-interesting recreations of their previous Iconic Moments (Kong especially goes through a truncated version of his original appearance’s third act, though here he ends up on top of the National Diet Building rather than the Empire State Building).  That’s slightly less of a problem in the Japanese version; again, there, the main thrust of the film lies in its comedy, and thus the Monster Action being relatively lightweight is less of a hinderance and more a spicy Flavoring to the main story.  But here, it is the main story, and while it’s pretty clear some real love went into the Effects Work (the puppetry especially is very solid; there are a few instances where the switch from Suit Actor to Puppet for Godzilla is borderline seamless, and I also enjoy the decently-animated feel of Kong’s facial puppet as well) it ultimately doesn’t have nearly enough substance to fill that role. This comes through especially clearly in the Final Showdown between the monsters; again, there is some deservedly iconic stuff here (Kong trying to shove a tree down Godzilla’s throat only to have it rebuffed in a puff of flames has become an impressively-enduring Meme for a reason) but, much like most of the story, winds up being driven far more by Contrivance than anything clever or satisfying (a bit where Kong knocks himself over feels especially annoying for how unmotivated it seems to be). It was always going to be a tall order to make a match-up with as much implicit weight to it (both metaphorical and literal) live up to the heightened expectations placed on it, maybe.  But even taking that into account, it’s hard not to feel like “King Kong VS. Godzilla” could have put a little more effort into things.

Still, I was saying, at the start, that I walked away from “King Kong VS. Godzilla” happier this time than in many of my past viewings.  And that is ultimately true: for as much as I find myself often wishing it could be a different movie, the movie it actually is already does manage to work decently well on its own terms.  The dub-work here in particular honestly deserves notice; in contrast to the standardized casts Toho would start using for most of its “Godzilla” movies moving forward, here we get a more distinctive sounding voice-cast who manage to put some real Life into their performances (the voice they give to Kenji Sahara’s Fujita stands out especially to me, nasally and over-earnest but capable of some real Fire when the moment calls for it, as befits the character).  And, again, whatever my beef with the Action Scenes, the actual portrayal of the Monsters really is uniquely fun (indeed, given how many other elements Toho would consistently crib from it, I’m often surprised that Godzilla’s distinctive body language throughout isn’t one of them), which winds up giving the movie enough Real Heart in the end to make it a positive Experience overall, even against the stuff that even now stands out to me as Not Up To Snuff.  At the very least, it’s a lot easier for me to recognize how and why this movie created the Legacy it did, even if the American Version makes a bit more of a mess out of it.  

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[ymiwritesstuff]

Hey, is it possible for Diego x Gyro's sister reader where she doesn't mind Diego's company and will often be mischievous with her brother and Johnny? Thank you, you're an amazing writer!

Wow I had soo much fun with this one. It turned out to be a tiny bit different than you requested but I still hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the request and continued support!!

Just a Little Scheme

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Diego Brando x Gyro’s Sister!Reader

Summary: The obvious connection with you and Diego doesn’t sit well with your brother who absolutely despises the man. And one night this hatred is brought to the surface in a new yet terrifying way.

Notes: Swearing!

“Absolutely not.”

The words left Gyro’s mouth in an instant, wanting to reject your utterly insane suggestion as quickly as possible. You frown your brows at your brother’s answer. “What? C’mon Gyro,” you say with a pleading tone, trying to convince your brother to accept. You weren’t sure why he was so persistent on rejecting your offer as he didn’t even know Diego. To you he had always been kind, albeit a little smug, but he never did or even tried to do anything to harm you. 

“No way I’m letting that asshole travel with us. It’s already bad that he’s got his eyes on you.” Gyro wasn’t blind. He knew exactly what Diego was thinking every time he laid his cyan eyes on you. And those same eyes were looking at him with clear mischievousness, as if to mock him. Needless to say, this frustrated Gyro a lot, hence why he wasn’t going to let the blond male journey with them.

You blush at your brother’s words as there was some truth to them. It was clear that Diego was intrigued by you as most of his words consisted of compliments and corny, yet highly effective flirting. The attention didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact you often fired back at the male with equal words. You had met him in secret to avoid alarming Gyro and you always enjoyed your time with the blond. There was a clear connection between you two and you thought it would be delightful to have him travel with you. 

“Gyro please.. He isn’t that bad. You don’t even have to talk to him! He won’t bother you or Johnny at all!” You say as your brother turned his back to you and began to walk to his horse and Johnny who waited while on Slow Dancer. You weren’t sure if Johnny was bothered by Diego, not that it really mattered as it was your brother that was the more difficult one. “He can eat shit for all I care, but he sure as hell isn’t going to travel with us!” You let out a sigh of frustration. This wouldn’t do. Just as Gyro was about to mount Valkyrie you quickly opened your mouth to object:

“Then I’m traveling with him alone.”

Your brother’s green eyes practically shot to look at you, your words making him lower his foot from the stirrup. You were like a child. Arms crossed, eyes closed and you held your chin up, determined to make your brother accept your offer. “No you’re not” Gyro said sternly. Even worse than having Diego with you three was having Diego travel alone with you. The guy was far too unpredictable and Gyro would never forgive himself if something happened to you. “(Name), you’re not going to travel with that bastard.”

“Then stop being so stubborn and let him come with us!” You finally opened your eyes and looked at him. His eyes twitched in annoyance. “You’re the stubborn one! Stop actin’ like a kid and let’s go!” Instead of listening you scoffed and mounted your own horse and began to head for the opposite direction. Gyro’s face twisted in confusion as he mounted his own steed. “Where are you going?!” Gyro shouted after you causing you to look at him and stick your tongue out in a childish manner. The light-haired male sighed out loud and shook his head in defeat. He knew there was no fighting with you. This would be a long ride.

~

During the ride Gyro’s face alone told all about his frustration. He kept quiet the entire time, not even looking at you and Diego who were right behind him and Johnny. He could however hear every word you two shared. From the awful flirting to the sneaky compliments Diego threw at you, everything just made Gyro fall deeper into the rage that was engulfing him. The worst thing of all though was that you were happily laughing at his words and complimenting him back, which made Gyro want to throw up.

“Say, (Name).. How about we have some fun?” Diego asked, pointing at the two males playing poker not too far away from the fire. The four of you had settled down for the night, wanting to let yourselves and your steeds to rest. You immediately got the hang of his idea, intrigued to hear what he had in mind. “What do you have in mind?” Your curiosity caused a devious smirk to appear across Diego’s lips and he quickly glanced at Gyro whose gaze was focused on the cards in his hands, but still alert as he promised himself to keep an eye on you two. 

“Just play along, dear. This’ll be hilarious.” Excitement bubbled with in you, your lips forming a smirk of your own as Diego took a hold of your hands. From the corner of your eye you could see Gyro glance you two, seemingly interested in what Diego was about to do. “You’re absolutely stunning (Name). The way your (E/C) eyes shine under the moon is enough to completely blind me.” Diego’s obviously over the top compliment still managed to make you blush, despite the fact that you wanted to laugh at the corny remarks. Gyro’s eyes were now locked on you and Diego, his gaze shooting daggers at the blond. Diego noticed his enraged look, which only encouraged him to continue.

“Oh how could I ever take my eyes off you... You are downright...” One of Diego’s hands made its way to your face, caressing your cheek, his face inching closer. “Addicting.” The heat on your cheeks only got worse and you could practically feel the sheer rage radiating from your brother. Johnny had his gaze both on you two and Gyro, seemingly preparing to hold his friend back if he were to lash out in anger. A low chuckle left Diego’s lips. His little scheme was working a lot better than expected. “My dear, surely you’d want to come with me rather than travel with these.. Insects.” Diego glanced at Gyro and Johnny with an expression that emitted disgust. His hand moved to the back of your head, his face dangerously close to yours. “Don’t you dare...” Gyro muttered through gritted teeth, his knuckles white from trying to contain his irritation.

“Diego... Maybe you should-” You tried to warn him as you knew how your brother got when he was angry. It was brutal to say the least. However Diego quickly ignored your warning as you felt his lips finally meeting yours. The feeling was far beyond what you had imagined. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy and the feeling of Diego’s passionate hold on you made you crave more. Diego shot yet another glance at Gyro, a smirk forming during the kiss due to his expression. Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to enjoy the kiss before it would be inevitably broken by your brother.

Unfortunately the moment was short lived as Gyro’s loud, absolutely livid voice cut through the air. “YOU ASSHOLE! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” Gyro shot up from the ground and quickly began running towards you, rage blinding his eyes. Diego was quick to pull away, readying himself for a strategic retreat, but not before looking at you and quickly kissing you on the cheek. “Arrivederci, my dear.” You were left completely stunned as Diego ran towards his trusty steed, not wanting to deal with Gyro’s enraged state. Perhaps another time.

With a quick wink towards you, Diego kicked the sides of Silver Bullet and the horse began galloping away, leaving the three of you behind under the moonlight. “YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK, YOU SHITHEAD!” The way Diego had intentionally agitated Gyro was enough to make him want to kill him. The sheer fact that he intentionally toyed with him by making moves on you was working far too well and Gyro would not let Diego fiddle with his anger any longer. The further away Diego’s form got, the more Gyro’s anger calmed down. However when he quickly turned around to scold you like a brother would, he was instead met with you laughing your heart out at his reaction.

“My goodness Gyro, I thought you were going to kill him!” Diego was right, this was extremely hilarious. You don’t remember the last time you’ve seen your brother so full of fury. Gyro muttered something under his breath before retreating to his previous position beside Johnny who was also cracking a smile. “The next time I see him I’m gonna bash his goddamn brains in.” He then looked at you. “How can you even like him?? The guy’s a total asshole.” Your laughing had calmed down but you still let out a small chuckle.

“Well you aren’t any less of an asshole, ya know? And besides, this was funny. I think I’ll invite him along again.”

“You better fuckin’ not.”

No matter how hilarious it was to see your brother like that, you still understood his worry. He was your family after all and nothing would ever change that. You figured it would be for the better if you remained with him and Johnny during the race, despite how much you loved Diego. You knew how important the Steel Ball Run was for Gyro and you would help him in any way you could.

Next stop: Rocky Mountain Village.

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[cellmint]

Surprises

Crypto x Wattson

Word count-1781

Warning/Tags- Mentions of blood, good moments.

Rating-Teen

Summary-

Wattson visits Crypto in his room thanking him for the what he did in the arena.

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"Hey Crypto!" A familiar french girl spoke.

Crypto kept typing on his computer focusing on her voice.

"I want to thank you for saving me in the arena." She spoke.

Crypto turn around looking at her. The image of wattson covered in blood crawling on the floor in so much pain sent chills down his spine. He remember clear as day what happened yesterday. That day Crypto had a terrible feeling something bad was going to happen he just didn't know what it was, it felt lile a ticking time bomb about to set off anytime, so he was more alert than usual. He felt a hand on his shoulder annoying him.

"Hey Cryppy decide where you want to land already." Mirage spoke.

Wattson look at Crypto and Mirage curious. She look at Crypto reading his face and body language. He seem worried about something? She heard Crypto and stay quiet.

"Shut it old man. Let me focus." Crypto kept looking around and choose Capacitor.

They all land safely with no hostile in sight. They grab some pretty good loot. They manage to make it into the top 3. Crypto and Mirage did really good taking down some squads.

"Hey your doing pretty good kid." Mirage smiled giving a compliment.

"Your doing pretty sad old man keep up." He spoke cleaning some enemy blood off his face.

Wattson has done a pretty good job defending even doing some kills. In the arena she prove she's an excellent legend. Her intelligence and fast thinking always manage to save both of them.

"Final zone is going to be in Water Treatment." Wattson spoke checking the map.

Crypto took out his drone to scan the area. There where no hostiles around so they decided to go before squads beat them to it. All three of them ran Mirage sending his decoy. Once inside the ring they kept looking around. No hostiles in sight once again, Wattson was a bit behind picking up some loot.

"Aw man where are the hostiles?" Mirage complained.

"Afraid I'll take more kills than you?" Crypto respond.

Mirage yawn scratching his head. They look at Wattson as she kept running towards them.She seem very happy and cheerful. The minute she stick her head out of cover running towards her team she got shot on the abdomen. Crypto watch in horror as he saw her cough blood falling on the ground.

Crypto and Mirage both look at where it came from. Loba was on the top of water treatment smiling reloading her kraber.

"Wattson?!" Both Mirage and Crypto spoke.

Wattson cough blood crawling back to cover behind the rock She had tears coughing out blood her pained expression, her small tears. She rais her face up from the ground, the hole scene broke cryptos heart. She still had a gentle and kind smile, she spoke without her voice so crypto read her lips.

"I'm fine." She close her eyes smiling.

Crypto ran out of cover without thinking towards Wattson. Mirage took the oportunity looking around to find Loba. Crypto got shot on the arm going to Wattson. He pick her up and stabbed a syringe on her.

"Your going to be fine Natalie." Cryptos right hand tremble in pain.

Wattson was bleeding from her abdomen she began coughing out blood. She held his face with her right hand.

"I'm going to be fine." She respond.

Crypto stick the syringe in her body worried. He look at wattson, she was so strong to act as if shes alright even though shes clearly not, bleeding from her abdomen while also holding her ground once she got back up. He held her hand carefully keeping her balanced in case she would fallm Once he knew she was going to be alright Crypto look around for Mirage. He stick his head out and saw Loba fighting against him.  The drone moved towards the area monitoring.

Mirage almost got down if it wasn't for Crypto snipping her in the face with a charge rifle. He made a small smile. The satisfaction of getting Loba after what she did to Wattson made him happy.

"Hello Crypto?" A voice spoke.

Crypto snap awake from his thoughts looking at Wattson.

"No problem." Crypto respond typing.

His left palm closed making a fist as he remember Loba and her stupid smile.

"You been in here for so long." Wattson spoke sitting down on cryptos sofa.

Crypto look at her curious. She was clearly searching for a conversation.

"You should take a break. What if you accompany me to buy some supplies for the legends." She spoke.

"Hm.. " Crypto close his eyes.

"Aw come on please. Pathfinder can tag along." She smile.

She got up to him looking at his eyes begging with puppy eyes. Crypto look away touching his keyboard.

"Fine." Crypto spoke.

He would enjoy a break after all. Making sure she's safe is a promise he made to himself. She's one of the only few that don't bother him, he even enjoys her company. He notice Wattson was still looking at him. How long was she watching him?! He show no emotion and move his eyes away while internally panicking.

"Mon coeur bat la chamade pour toi." She spoke in a low whisper.

He blink quickly confuse at what she said. He didn't speak french, Wattson's face flush red covering her face nervous.

"Are you alright." Crypto place his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

She kept blushing looking down while playing with her fingers nervously. She got close to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. Wattson broke the kiss looking at him in the eyes tenderly. Crypto look surprised touching his lips. He began to blush a bit and Wattson ran off.

"I'll see you soon!" She ran off.

Crypto doze off and made a smile turning around to his computer.

"Aw that was cute!" Mirage spoke.

Crypto look back.

"My paranoid weirdo cryppy is all grown up." Mirage teased.

Crypto look at Mirage a bit annoyed and a bit ashamed. Mirage pat his head handing him a paper.

"This is what I need since your going to run some errands." Mirage spoke walking off.

Crypto open the paper it showed some notes on what to buy. Some of the words had lines over them while showing the fixed words. It consisted in around 5 items.

"Miss Paquett insist, I'll accompany you two." A voice spoke.

"Merci Doctor Caustic but I believe me and Crypto can handle the errands." Wattson smile.

"Very well. Do be careful Mis Andrade is around the area" He respond.

After a while Crypto got out to drink some water and found Wattson waiting for him. He got a bottle of water and left getting dragged by her. Wattson had some casual clothes on while leading the way.

"You didn't change clothes?" Wattson ask lookimg at him.

He had the same clothes he wore in the arena.

"? Where's Pathfinder?" He ask.

"His ahead of us probably buying the things. While we get there." She respond.

Crypto drone follow in a safe distance keeping an eye on both and there surroundings.

"I want to show you something!" Wattson smile.

Crypto follow after walking both of them had a lovely conversation. Wattson stop and smile showing this wonderful scenery of the sunset. As the sun lower and hid behind the mountains the lighting and atmosphere soothed crypto. The air of fresh bloomed flowers hit his nose. Staying indoors made him forget of how wonderful its like to go outside. He watched as the sky disolayed this orange color which didn't bother his eyes.

"Do you hear that?" Wattson smile.

Crypto didn't hear anything looking at Wattson confused.

"The sound of nature, the birds, the beez buzzing, the flowers moving into the air. The colors, scent and smell of these beautiful flowers." She closed her eyes smiling.

Crypto smile getting on his knees picking up a pink rose. He held the flower feeling it

"Thank you." He spoke.

Today has been a day of many wonderful surprises that Wattson has done. He seem so calm, he had tears running down his eyes which surprised Wattson. She rush to his side.

"Are you alright." She ask.

"Yes." He wipe the tears away with the palm of his hand.

His mother would always pick up pink and white roses from her garden. She enjoys them, seeing these flower, smelling it and feeling it just remind him of a home he once had, his forever family. Crypto held his chest closing his eyes. Wattson lied down on her back feeling the soft grass.

"I'm glad your having a good time." She spoke.

"I enjoy being with you." He spoke without thinking.

He lied down feeling the wind. He close his eyes. Wattson look to her right looking at Crypto. He moved his face to the left looking at her. In that moment they just felt like they where free in a way.

"Je t'aime"

"Salanghae"

Both spoke at the same time. The two of them look surprised and it took them a few solid mimutes for there brains to process what they just spoke. Wattson and Crypto began to blush. Crypto look up at the sky smiling. Wattson lean to Cryptos chest listening to his heart beat. She smile closing her eyes. It was a bit chilly since she had casual clothes and not had jacket.

"Lets go." Crypto spoke.

Wattson made a nod standing up helping crypto. He put his hands on his jacket and felt a piece of paper. He took it out, it was Mirage errands.

He wrapped it up about to throw if but Wattson took it and open it.

"Hey?" He respond but she stick out her tounge.

"We have errands to run." She smile.

He made a nod, she lead the way and after a while they bought everything they need. They even found pathfinder holding a few bags with everything that the legends ask for.

"Well lets get going friends." Path spoke as his screen made a thumbs up with a happy face.

All three of them walk home. Wattson held Cryptos hand gently and softly. They all talked until they arrived.

"Yes!" Mirsge spoke with his things.

"Pumpkins?" Wattson tilt her head but brush it off.

Crypto shrug walking to his room calling it a day. His drone return to him as it displayed a small hologram of Loba watching the two of them in the field makjng a sly smile which irritated Crypto.

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