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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 3 years

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Useless | Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader

Requested by @inquistitorebony : “Hey could you please do a kaz x Sister reader please where she has some medical issues and is really weak and gets inured on a job with kaz and he get all protective brother mode”

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader, Jesper x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1297 (I havent proof read because its late and im tired so this might change tomorrow)

Warnings: angsty stuff and sibling fluff

A/N: I didn't specify what the readers condition is so you can personalise that as you want. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist

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“We’re all clear on the plan?”

The Crows nod in reply to Kaz and hurry off to prepare for the task ahead, leaving you stood alone with your brother.

“What about me?” You ask

“What about you?” he replies as he gathers up the floor plans, blueprints and various other papers spread on the table.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Relax. Read a book. Whatever you want to do while you’ve got this place to yourself” he walks away.

“Place to myself…” you stand up and follow him “No, Kaz, I’m coming with you!”

“Absolutely not. You're staying here and that’s an order”

“An order?” You laugh "Who do you think you are? The General?”

He stops suddenly, turning to look at you.

“I’m serious Y/N. This job is too dangerous, especially with your condition.”

“My condition? What about you?” You gesture to his cane “If you can do it then so can I”

“You're weak”

“No weaker than you”

“Y/N!

“Kaz!”

You reach a stalemate as the two of you stare at each other, each waiting for the other to back down. He’s stubborn. But so are you.

“I think she should come” Jesper breaks the silence.

“Stay out of this Jesper” Kaz warns, still not taking his eyes off you.

“Oh come on Kaz!” Jesper continues “You know she’s the best actor here…we could really use her help distracting the guards.”

“I could even use my condition. Guards can’t resist helping a poor sick girl. Please Kaz, let me prove I’m not useless” you flash your puppy eyes at him until eventually he lets out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine! But if your condition gets worse you head straight to the meet up point. Okay?”

“Yes sir” you salute and he rolls his eyes before heading off to his office. You look over to Jesper, a big grin on your face as you thank him.

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The job had started off smooth.

The guards completely fell for your ‘poor sick girl’ act and were fully distracted trying to help you. They didn’t notice Jesper sneak past the door or Inej scale the side of the building, effortlessly pulling herself up onto the roof. They did however notice the loud crash as something came smashing through one of the upstairs windows. The three of you jumped as you turn to see what had caused the damage.

Your heart sank as your eyes fell upon a familiar cane laying on the pavement in a pool of broken glass, blood covering the metal crows head.

“KAZ!” You yell as you make a run toward the building entrance but you're stopped by the on of the guards holding you back while the other sprints past you to investigate.

“I cant let you in there”

“Let go of me!” You fight to try and free yourself “I have to find my brother!”

“You're brother?” The guard asks, holding you even tighter and you curse yourself as you realise what you’ve said “Was this the plan? You distract the guards while he robs the place?”

“Please let me go”

“The only place you're going is jail where you belong”

You fight again but you can feel your strength leaving you at a rapid rate. You swing your legs wildly and manage to kick the guard in just the right place. He yells and throws you down to the floor, your head hitting the pavement with a loud thud. You groan as you roll onto your back, clutching your throbbing head in your hands. Your vision is blurry but you can just about make out the guard looming toward you, gun in hand pointed at you.

“Assaulting a guard is a crime punishable by death”

You allow the pain to take over and let your eyes flicker shut as you wait for it all to end.

The last thing you hear is a gunshot followed by Jesper calling your name.

— — — —

When your eyes open again you're surprised to find yourself back home in your own bed, bright light pouring in through the window. You squint your eyes from the brightness as you look around the room and realise Jesper is asleep in the chair next to you, his head resting on the edge of your bed. You reach out and gently poke him awake. He yawns as he sits up. It takes him a moment to register that you are also awake.

“Y/N! Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve done a full body workout. Ugh, why does everything ache?!”

“How much do you remember?” Jesper asks

“Fighting with a guard. Falling to the floor. He was going to shoot me…”

“He wasn’t quick enough” Jesper winks as he blows the tip of his gun, spins it around his finger and shoves it in his pocket. You smile at him, but then your eye is drawn to something behind him. A cane resting against the wall. Your memories come flooding back and yo sit up suddenly panicked.

“Where Kaz?! Is he okay?!”

“Y/N, you need to calm down. You're still weak”

“Where is he?!”

“He’s…” Jesper starts but is cut off.

“Here” Kaz appears at the door “I’m here”

You jump out of bed quicker than your legs can carry you and stumble into his arms. He grabs you in his gloved hands and Jesper rushes to you, helping Kaz hold you up and lead you back to bed. Once he’s sure your safe he lets go of you, taking a small step back. Jesper sits next to you, arm around your shoulder as you cant stop the tears flooding down your face.

“I thought you were dead” you cry

“I thought YOU were dead” Kaz replies “when I saw Jesper carrying your lifeless body, it took me back to Jor…” he trails off, unable to finish. He takes a steadying breath “I’m glad you're okay”

“Me too.” You say wiping your face “and I'm sorry. I guess you were right, I was too weak to go on that mission. I’m useless.”

Kaz looks at you for a moment before looking to Jesper, silently asking him to leave. Jesper gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before getting up and leaving the room. Kaz fills the empty space next to you on the bed, taking a deep breath before placing his hand on yours.

“You are not useless Y/N. You are brilliant.” He says and you look at him “I was watching you distract those guards and I was so proud. You live with your condition every single day and you never let it hold you back. On my darkest days I look at you and you inspire me to keep going, because if you can do it then so can I.”

You give him a small, genuine smile which he returns as he squeezes your hand affectionately.

“Now you go back to sleep, get your strength back up and I’ll check on you later” he releases your hand and moves to the door.

“Thank you Kaz” you say as you get yourself comfy.

“Don't ever think you are useless Y/N” he says when he stops at the door and turns back to you “that’s an order”

You let out a small laugh as you salute him and he rolls his eyes. But you see the smile creep onto his face before he leaves and you drift back into a peaceful sleep.

#kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fic #kaz brekker x sister #Kaz Brekker #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #jesper x reader #six of crows fic #six of crows imagine #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine #freddy carter #freddy carter x reader

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sasukelore · 4 years

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Cockwarming with with todorki and bakugou? I love your work. -🧠

Summary ↳ NSFW, Some of the BNHA boys like to be kept warm. Cockwarming ensues.

Authors note ↳ Weewww another bnha hc? Yes. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about Naruto. I’ve been meaning to write these kinda hcs for months now, so I thought ‘why not go all out?’. I added Dabi and Hawks into the mix! Hope it’ll add some extra sizzle ✨ also for some reason the character headers are saying they’re explicit idkw LMAO I hope that doesn’t cause any problems or confusion!

Character(s) ↳ Dabi Todoroki Touya , Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Keigo Takami.

Warnings ↳ NSFW. Mentions of genitals, intercourse, kinky, cockwarming, degration.

Bakugou definitely uses cockwarming to tease and put you in your place. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy it... In fact, he might even overreact, just to see you writhe and whine still on his hardened member.

Move and you’re getting your head pushed into the pillows, a string of curses about how you should’ve listened to him, and that you don’t even deserve what happens next falling from Bakugou’s mouth

Bakugou can be rough as shown above, but he’s very attentive. If he sees you becoming too overstimulated, to where it doesn’t even feel good anymore, he might be a little concerned you’re really not enjoying yourself

He might try to vanilla things if that happens, if only just a little bit.

If you try to casually sink onto him, he’ll complain about what a brat you are sure, but his hands gripping your waist tells you something else

Bakugou loathes when you think you’ve gotten one over on him. Don’t go thinking you’re better than him, stubborn Baku will bite back a raspy groan just for that- Which is exactly what you want not to happen

His little noises have your legs twitching and the slick of your arousal running down your thighs, right down onto his.

He knows what it does to you, and that’s one of the ways he’ll take back control in the situation.

Your hips will be unexpectedly jerking, because fuck, he’s got his hand around your little throat, telling you to shut up, and that he thought you were suppose to be teasing him. You weren’t doing a very good job were you?

He’s boisterously laughing at you. Bakugou your superiority complex is showing 😌😩

But all of a sudden he’s mad at you, because yeah you’re really hot on top of him like this...

Huffing and puffing. He doesn’t want you to get off but he doesn’t wanna fuck you just yet. Just wants to savor the moment for a little while

It’ll be up to you to recognize that, and to rest your head on his shoulder, nails lightly scratching his biceps

Overall, the experience will bring out the bipolar in Bakugou. You never know what you’re gonna get with this man, but I cant say that any of the consequences will have you regretting anything.

Oh. Boy. Will tease you until the day you die.

Dabi would be very amused at you, if you initiated. He’d definitely indulge you, letting you take this as far as you planned.

Don’t take advantage of his graciousness though. The atmosphere can change in an second, and Dabi will have you pinned instead.

But it’s not like he would move or anything... No, you started the game and he wants to play it out.

Oh but you wanna cum? Bad girls don’t get to, but he supposes he can make an exception. Only if you do what he says though.

Dabi’s sweet condescending demeanor frenzies little whimpers to vibrate your throat and move your sweet pretty lips

You’re practically apologizing to this man? Intimidation is radiating of his scarred skin and you’re practically shaking. Which of course, only eggs his attitude on further

Dabi is definitely a clit player. Loves to lazily flick your click right to left back and forth. He’ll do it until you’re overstimulated and until you have tears in your eyes.

Dabi will get aggressive if you relentlessly disrupt the peace by rolling your hips.

Tugging your head by your hair and pulling roughly, all while he has a bored look on his face. He’s unfazed by your brattiness.

Be prepared for warnings, because he’s using his quirk to amplify the pain when he slaps your ass.

It’s really up to you, A have purple burn marks for a couple of weeks, or B, be a good little girl and stay still. Who knew it would be this hard

He’ll love to drawl out his little pet names for you, straight into your ear. Making sure it’s more breathy than normal, you’ll make out doll and sugar emitting from his scarred chapped lips

Shouto is the only one who uses cockwarming casually on a regular basis. While studying, working, maybe even eating, as you fall asleep, etc

He’s so touched starved, he borderline obsesses over wanting you so intimately close to him.

Don’t get me wrong, Shouto respects your space. But if you don’t stop him, he’s pulling you right in front of his lap, and gestures to get on. And who would deny him seriously 😭

He’s so soft. His arms are wrapped around your torso, and his cheek is being nuzzled into your neck

Expect him to be extra extra gentle with you. Kissing your forehead and lightly humming a nursery rhyme

Yeah, really only likes it because of how close he’s able to get to you.

He won’t ever use it as a punISHment or to tease, because of how much he genuinely likes it.

This baby gets so pure istg. He’ll rub your back and ask you about your day, how pretty you look, or if you’re hungry

But sometimes this does lead to actual sex, because he mind as well right?

His mouth opens with a low moan, and if you look closely you can see drool slipping from the corners of his lips

And if you’re falling asleep on him he’ll grasp your hips to grind down on him, just to keep you awake

Shouto is literally the most blunt person when it comes to asking you. Has no shame. Might even ask you in public if you wanna sit on him when you get home

Your back will be arching for this man as he takes your hardened buds on your chest, and delicately swirls his wet tongue in circles.

He lovesss to experiment with it. Making every move he can, just to see the pretty faces you make in reaction.

Love bites will be sprawled out all over your chest and shoulders and collar bones. He won’t get tired of it at all.

The problem with him, is that he will literally try to stick his dick in you anywhere and everywhere.

Don’t sit on his lap in public.... literally don’t. He knows what he’s doing too.The thought of someone seeing you being filled up gives him a sloppy smile and a sadistic laugh.

He’s definitely more of a gentle teaser, but he loves giving his little bird praises as you cry out his name and beg for him to move

“But that defeats the whole purpose? Have some patience for me, ok baby bird?” he says with a smile on his face, seeming unbothered. But his cock is twitching inside of you and his breath is raspy and without rhythm

Lowkey, he doesn’t take you seriously! You’re just so damn cute! Keigo teases you about it regularly. His little play thing, all nice and ready for him.

He pats your head with an endearing smile as you, whine about how he’s not being fair, and how he’s being mean. And to do something already.

He’ll focus on your doughy walls and groan at the warmness throbbing on his cock. He’ll pinch your clit, might even slap it, making you clench and unclench around him

And even after you both finish, he still remains inside of you as his places sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck

He’s the biggest tease here and he’ll never give you a break. He’s such a sadist with you, but he knows you love it.

He knows how much you like him calling you baby bird, a song bird, an endearing ‘nugget’ (which will make you giggle)

He’ll use his feathers to send shivers through your body. Feathering your nipples, playing with your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He’ll make them so they won’t even leave you alone, always there, even if it’s annoying you.

Sometimes he’ll get really personal when you’re with him, on him. He’ll say in a faint voice how you make him feel alive, how much he loves you in much more fainter tone. It’s almost a whisper as he traces little shapes onto the lower of your back.

He’ll get super serious when he’s on the verge of sleep. Being with you like this calms him.

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dawnsy · 3 years

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Have a short little Amphibia writing

I watched episode one of season 3 today and I absolutely can't wait for the next episode!!

Anyway to help me cope I decided to write some Fluff/ Angst but mostly fluff Of Marcyyyyy

enjoy

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Marcy!

Marcy! it's time to wake up, we're going to be late for class!

Marcy rolled over onto her side and groaned trying to bury herself deeper into the pillow, she could feel something pressed up against her side, which judging by the warmth and the way the contact made Marcys head feel like static she knew it was Anne.

A gentle finger prodded the girl until she huffed and sat up, hugging a pillow tightly in her arms as her tired scrunched up eyes glared at Anne for waking her from her peaceful slumber. "Oh come on Mar Mar, I wanna sleep too but we cant be late." Anne said, smiling at Marcy before jumping out of bed. Marcy yawned and nodded, she unwrapped herself from the soft blanket and felt the icy chill of the morning air against her sleep warmed skin. She shivered and climbed out of bed, walking past Anne as she slid on her favorite hoodie.

"Why did we even have a sleepover on a weekday? I'm always more tired when you stay over." Marcy grumbled, but she knew she was only tired because no matter how early the two laid down in bed they would be kept awake chatting for hours before either fell asleep. And of course there was the fact that when Anne was there Marcy would stay awake as long as she could to relish the warmth of her friend beside her as much as possible. Marcys parents never let her have sleepovers on weekdays, luckily her parents were not in town at the moment so they had no say in the matter.

Marcy looked up at Anne who met her eyes and gave her a cute smile and giggled as she slid her hands down Marcy's hair "You have quite the bed head." Anne said stifling back laughter at the beautiful black hair that was sticking straight up as if on the head of an electrocuted cartoon character. Marcy grumbled and tried to flatten out her own hair, her hand brushing Annes in the process which sent a warm wave over her body.

Marcy stretched her arms above her head and closed her eyes in a deep yawn but as she did a staticy sound filled her ears. She suddenly felt the hard ground disappear from under her feet, she felt like she was floating in liquid. Confusion clouded her brain and she panicked as she realized her inability to move her arms or legs. She tried to open her eyes but was interrupted by a voice.

"Marcy please!"

"Marcy please! You gotta come with us to the concert tonight, it's gonna be the best night of our lives!" Sasha pleaded as Marcy opened her eyes, standing in the hallway of school beside her own locker which was open and overflowing with various papers and books.

"I already told you Sash, I'd love to, but my parents would never allow it!" Marcy responded as her memories started to fill in like a crashing wave filling in the cracks between rocks on a beach. Sasha leaned against the locker and moved her hand forward and down, doing a motion Marcy liked to call "the gay hand". Marcy snickered quietly to herself at the thought.

"Come on Marc it'll be fineeee, we can just…. go without asking your parents." Sasha said, now moving her hand in a circular motion. Marcy rubbed the back of her neck nervously, I mean what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and besides taking a night off to have fun with friends would reduce Marcys stress level and likely improve her performance on her academics, which wasss what her parents wanted sooo. Marcy let out a sigh and pushed her locker shut, slightly struggling as the books and papers kept the door from closing but she eventually got it, though it wasn't as smooth of a motion as she had hoped. "Fine, we just can't get caught, ok?" She said looking up at Sasha's beautiful face with a smile. Sashas face lit up and she nodded "Of course Marshmallow! they'll never know you were gone."

Marcy doesn't know how her eyes end up closed this time but she is shoved back into the darkness, the liquid. She is filled with a sudden rush of memories of her first vision, what the hell was happening?

"Please Marcy, wake up!"

Marcys body suddenly regained feeling as all her just regained memories were torn from her mind

"Please Marcy wake up!" Marcy could hear Anne shout from above her. Marcy opened her eyes and squinted upwards at her two best friends staring at her in deep concern. Pain flashed across Marcy as an aching soreness covered her whole body. A wave of memories crashed over her once more. "Are you ok?!" Anne asked, she was very close to Marcy examining the girl who was laying in the bright green grass right below the large oak tree. Marcy sat up rubbing her head as she blinked a few times trying to clear the slight blur from her vision "Yeah i'm alright, but man that was a hard fall." Marcy said gazing up at the branch she had been sitting on happily only a few moments ago. Before the conversation between the three teen girls had changed to crushes and with one question Marcy had fallen backwards off the branch.

Without another word Sasha started diggin through Annes backpack and pulled out a first aid kit box, except the white letters that said first aid kit had been written over with Marker and now read "Marcy protection box" Sasha clicked it open and pulled out a bandaid which had an assortment of wizards and magical beings on it. Sasha gently peeled the bandaid off while Anne grabbed some hydrogen peroxide from the first aid kit and with a little cotton ball applied some to the scratch on Marcys knee, which Marcy hadn't even noticed. After Anne was finished Sasha gently laid the bandaid over the scratch and patted Marcy's knee gently "There you go Mar mar, good as new!" Anne said, giving her friend a sweet smile. The whole routine was a normal everyday thing for the trio and Anne and Sasha were basically pros at treating injuries by now.

Anne reached over and pulled some twigs from marcy's hair as the three sat in the grass Anne and Sasha leaning against the tree trunk and Marcy layed down over Sashas legs with her head on Annes lap. Even after all the leaves and sticks were gone Anne took the opportunity to continue to play with Marcy's hair. Sashas eyes were closed as she enjoyed the moment with the warmth of her friends against her, filling her with a strange peace and safety she only ever felt around her two girls. Anne was also enjoying the relaxing moment as she lazily dug her fingers in Marcy's hair combing them through the soft strands gently.

As for Marcy she didn't mind the free head massage one bit and soon her eyelids grew heavy, a sleepiness brought on by the overwhelming comfort her friends provided. Her eyes blinked closed for a second, then another, and eventually Marcy just couldn't hold them open anymore and let them fall and as they closed she was torn away from the beautiful scene and her mind was filled with all her previous memories once more. This time Marcy was fully aware, she could feel the thick suffocating liquid that surrounded her, she still couldn't move, but she knew something was happening, she knew she was reliving her past memories. But why? How did she get here? Marcy fought against a fog in her mind, trying to find whatever memory she was missing.

"Marcy please, wake up, please, I love you."

With another clear voice through the darkness Marcy expected to get thrown into another memory. But instead she felt all her memories flash one by one through her head as it searched for one that matched the words, nothing.

No one had ever said those last three words to Marcy before.

Marcy remembered everything

and despite being almost numb in the cold darkness

she could still feel the warm tears drip down her face.

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Not even her parents have said those words to Marcy ;-;

can you imagine how depressing that would be

If Marcy had never even heard those words before

Alright well ima go cry for a few hours bye bye

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #amphibia snippet #marcanne #sashannarcy #im not crying you are

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Wilfords Demands: Mutual Understanding

Summary- 5.6k Curtis Everett x You. You are being driven mad after the shot you were given to send your hormones raging. Curtis knows he has to help you. Afterwards a peace settles between you two and the situation you have both been forced into. All seems fine till Wilford collects you to let you in on his plans for you. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Non Con/Dub Con, sex pollen theme, darkish story line, mentions of scars, mentions of punishment/torture.

This is an 18+ Blog. If you are not 18+, this story is not for you.

Chapter 3 / Wilford’s Demand’s Masterlist

This was the first time you have ever reached for Curtis and your mouth crashing into his, your body heatedly pushing into his like you wanted every inch of him sent him reeling for a moment. Of course he knew it was because of the medicine they had given you, but part of him didn't care. You were being receptive, wanting what he could give you, and it was a damn gift. For once he didn't have to feel like it was a job trying to make this whole thing easier for you, feeling some guilt in the pit of his stomach as he worked on making you open up to him and at least enjoy some of his touches.

His head tilted to explore your mouth, a mix of the water staining your lips and just making you that much sweeter as you kissed him back, eagerly. Even your hands couldn't stop, tracing his muscled body, digging in your fingers to hold onto him while you rubbed your body so raw into him. Pulling back, your eyes pleaded up at him. “Curtis, I really need you to touch me. Please, please fuck me.” You whined at him, and he nudged your legs apart with a knee.

“Tell me pretty girl, where do you want me to touch you?” Fingers skimmed over your quivering belly and back up with light touches, driving you even more crazy he could tell. Your eyes watered as you grasped his wrist and pushed it between your thighs.

His fingers slicked between your folds, drenched between your need and the water streaming over you, the water that was supposed to cool you off from your fever. But it was doing no such thing. Curtis’s fingers though started to stroke and rub your core, pressing circles harshly against your clit and teasing you till you dug into his wrist in agitation. He clicked his tongue against his teeth feeling your impatience and used his other hand that had been braced against the shower wall to grab your hand and pull it away. “Hands above you now Darling. I wont ask again.”

You were quick to raise them above your head, easily encased within his grasp to make sure they stayed there when he thrusted fingers into you. Your eyes rolled up as you clenched your thighs around his pumping hand, nodding for more. “Curtis, what is happening to me.” Your voice was a bit fearful and he twisted his hand easily so that he could brush his fingertips against the spongy spot deep inside you, making your knees buckle in surprise. But his hold on your wrists was tight, not allowing you to fall.

“They gave you a shot you said? It triggers your hormones, making you horny as fuck and needing to get off.” He said, his tone softening knowing that as good as it felt now that he was bringing you closer to your orgasm, even this was out of your control. “It will wear off, they have used it on me before.” Curtis recalled and you arched for more, quivering as your cunt tightened around his fingers, a flood of arousal coating his fingers and he stroked faster, trying to make you come for him. “Come on baby, just let it happen and you can take a breather till it starts again.”

Tears pricked your eye as you buried your head in his shoulder, shaking harder and hiking your leg against his hip so that he had plenty of room to keep finger fucking you till it snapped in your belly and you sagged into him. Thankfully he was like a solid wall, letting his hold loosen so he could keep you upright. “It's okay, I got you sweetheart, just breath for a moment.”

You inhaled deeply, your arms wrapped over his shoulders and you weren’t tired, but shook at the impact it had on you. The fire stroked your spine again and a heaviness started in your limbs that made you sob into his shoulder. “It’s happening again.” Curtis pushed you back to a stand, and his hands rubbed up your arms, over your shoulders and cupped your face.

“Hands on my shoulders or head, okay?” Cerulean blues burned demanding into yours and you nodded that you understood him. You swore your heart was about to burst through your rib cage as it started to turn worse than before. Twisting your face into his palms, you dragged out

“I understand Curtis.”

Curtis breathed out as it was happening so fast. He could already see you curling your toes to try and remain in control, your hands immediately grasping his trapezius muscles and digging in firmly. “Good Girl.” He praised and grinned a bit seeing a trusting smile tug at the corners of your mouth. He sunk down before you, pressing his face against the softness of your belly, his hands sliding up and down your hips and along the back of your thighs. Now you arched to your tip toes to bring him closer to the aching spot between your legs. He licked the water from your skin, taking in your scent of arousal for a moment.

He tugged lightly the hair on your mound, knowing it would catch your attention. “Lift a leg to go over my shoulder.” Your hands moved from his shoulders to the top of his head to maintain balance, easing one leg to rest over the muscles, and he could see you now, admire just how you spread open for him, hot warmth that was so greedy for him, your smell was just intoxicating. He knew you would taste better, especially with how turned on you were. This orgasm he wanted you to come all over his face. Now was the chance for Curtis to also actually find out what you enjoyed.

You were always so closed off that it was hard to tell what you actually enjoyed, until you were crazy with lust and came undone. But that wasn't how he worked. Curtis wanted you to at least enjoy some of what was happening. He knew he was for the most part. Dragging his nose through the tight curls covering your mound and inhaling deeply, he glanced up at you, who looked down at him dazed.

“You still with me Sweetheart?” He asked and you hummed, rocking your hips to look for him with a nod.

“Barely… it's like a fire burning me from the inside Curtis.”

Not wasting anymore time, he placed a harsh kiss to your inner thigh before turning to your cunt, his tongue striking you with precision. You couldn't grasp his hair, but you scratch his scalp before wrapping your hands around the back of his head.

Curtis pushed a hand against your thigh, opening you up and he took quick laps at the arousal seeping from you, groaning against your sensitive cunt at how good your arousal tasted flowing so freely on his tongue. Next he teased your clit, that little bundle of nerves extra sensitive and you arched to your tiptoes before sinking back onto his face to grind against him.

It was maddening, you wanted to pull away while pressing him in closer. The scratch of his chin was making you whimper and moan, and when his tongue filled you, now that was pure heated bliss spearing you and making you push against his hand to try and close around him.

For Curtis, eating a woman out was a work of art. There were moves he had to make to get those moans and mewls working from someone, and he was going at it with this mind driven purpose alone. They started out weak at first, barely could hear them around the water rushing down the drain. But a drag of tongue from your clenching channel to slurp up to your clit that he sucked on made you shake and moan so loudly that he doubled down on his effort, making you gush on his face.

It turned messy, shaking his face in your cunt and teasing over and over. Curtis added his fingers to take over when he wasn't fucking you with his tongue, and you melted. Turning boneless as your orgasm wracked you again with a wail. “Curtis! Fuck I cant anymore, you got to-” You went voiceless a moment, gasping as he speared you again and his hand pressed against your stomach to keep you still. Thighs quivering and you pressed against his forehead to drag him away, gasping back out to finish your sentence. “Please, no more. I need you inside of me because that is too much.”

Easing your leg off his shoulder, he grasped your hips while moving to a quick stand. You tugged at him to your mouth, your lips lapping over his to fill his mouth this time and gather your own taste to fill your senses. Curtis’s fingers dug into your thighs to lift you and circle your legs around his slim waist while he filled you suddenly, not even giving a moment for you to adjust to his size. Heavy thrusts bounced your hips into the tiles of the shower wall. Your pulled at his mouth, panting against him and moaning hungrily while bouncing back and forth between Curtis and the wall.

“Yes, Fuck- oh god- so good, just what I needed. Harder Curtis.”

It was like he was unleashed on you, verging on the edge of pain at how full he was stuffing you, your nails digging down his straining back, and the ice the water turned into now stung just adding to the sensation of how rough it was between you two.

Fingers dug in hard enough to squeeze into your bones, another orgasm ripping through you, but this time Curtis didn't stop. Rag dolling your body till he pulled himself out, twisting you into the glass of the door, your face twisted to the side harshly pressed flat, your hands scrambling for a purchase as his hand smacked against your ass with a sting till he yanked your hips out and spread legged to claim you all over again.

He hissed against your ear when his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed slightly that made you try to inhale all the air you could into your lungs as he slammed himself into you, crushing you to the door. “Come on Pretty Girl… I can feel you got more in you.” Another slam that you swore you felt in your gut and you twisted to catch his mouth, biting his lip till he took over, your body small compared to his, and the fire eating you alive consuming you. He kept the flames licking your body as well as kept you from burning alive.

It was all consuming and when he forced that next brutal orgasm from you, you edged on blackness till you slipped out of consciousness.

You never felt Curtis catch you when you started to fall in the shower, how he flooded you with his spend after you passed out or the slow way he pulled from you, limp in his arms. He rinsed you off quickly and toweled dry you off before carrying you to the bed where he laid you down. His hands smoothed along your body, still chilled from the cold water, but the fever the shot had caused appeared to be gone. Nor did you feel him grab your book and dip into the bed to lay next to you, reading till it grew late, and he ended up nodding off himself.

What you did notice was how your face was tucked against his stomach where you had slid down the bed in your sleep, your leg hooked through his. A first for you, you usually hugged the cold wall as much as he would allow you to. The gentle rise and fall of his abs let you know he was asleep when you lifted your head, and pushed up gently to sit. He never stirred, the book he had been reading had fallen against his chest and his head tilted back to give a gentle snore once in a while. You scooted up closer and eased the book off him, glancing at the cover and shocked to see that he was reading the same book you were, your bookmark still in place where you left off. He actually wasn't far off, and it made you wonder how long he had been reading it when you weren't aware.

The idea of it shocked you, you always saw Curtis as a brute individual, but you glanced at his bookshelf nearby littered with random stories and biographies, maybe he was more then you had allowed yourself to notice.

A glance at the windows behind you showed that night had fallen, nothing but pitch black outside and the little lamp Curtis had on the table was the light that illuminated the small room they shared. You were careful to lean over Curtis and ease the book on the nearby table before settling back. Hands pressed to your face and down your naked body, you sighed in relief that the medicine seemed to have dispersed and you were no longer under its effects.

Next you pulled the sheet up a bit to cover your body, looking at Curtis still sound asleep. You didn't dare try to ease over him to get dressed, that would wake him. After taking you in the shower, you couldn't deny that he had helped you through it, you didn't want to wake him just yet. Instead, now that you weren't feeling his piercing gaze, you allowed yourself to really admire him.

You have seen him naked plenty of times, the spanse of his chest blocking your view of anything else as he loomed over you fucking you into the mattress. But you never saw him, not like this.

Your eyes drifted down hard planes of his chest, littered with dark hair that tapered to a line down firm abs. In his sleep they weren't as defined as when he was awake and tense, but you could still see the outline of muscle he had gained in his workouts. You knew he left to do training, but even here he was often doing something when he wasn't paying attention to you. That line of hair dipped below the sheet, following a thick vein below his lower stomach that you knew led to his cock. Your eyes narrowed at the tiny puckered scars littered up and down his torso, and even around the side of his ribs. Those you never noticed before, since they were so faded. But one stood out on the inside of his left forearm. Round and shiny, the size of a half dollar.

You hadn't realized Curtis woke up and was watching you study him till you felt a tingle of nerves and you lifted your head, easing back with a soft “Sorry, I was…” You drifted off with your excuse and Curtis half pushed up to lean against the wall the beds head was at, tilting his head and shaking his head.

“You don't have to be sorry Y/N, we are going to be together for a long time. I hope you liked some of what you saw.” He gave a bit of an easy lopsided grin and you peeked at him from under your lashes, relaxing a bit.

How little did he know how much less intimidating he was when he smiled.

“I did… You are… very handsome.” You struggled to find your words with this, but was loathe to fall back to the tense silence the two of you normally shared. “Thank you for earlier.” You tilted your head towards the bathroom. “I have never felt that before.”

He leaned forward to catch your chin in his forefinger and thumb, lifting your face a bit. “And you're a stunning woman Y/N. '' He let you go and settled back with a nod. “Of course. I know how miserable it is, I couldn't let you deal with that alone.”

You settled in a bit more, keeping the sheet tugged around you. “Can I ask you something Curtis?”

“Of course Y/N.” He wanted to reach for you and bring you in against him, but he wasn't going to push you right now. You were opening up and were not skittish around him.

“The scars… what happened? Are they chicken pox or something?” You knew diseases and illness would run rampant through the tail end all the time. Curtis glanced down at his chest, his hand sweeping up and down his chest a moment as his jaw clenched.

“Scars from a cattle prod.” He cleared his throat a bit but didn't stop his words even though you cringed a bit at the thought. “When Wilford first collected us, of course we resisted at first. They used cattle prods to control us. Son of a bitch stun. Then once we learned our place in the front, they got used less and less.”

You scooted closer, your hand resting on his arm where the shiny scar was so prominent, Curtis watched as your thumb traced around it, your gaze studying it a moment as his words sunk in. “Then we went into training for fighting. Every time we lost in the beginning, they used the prods on us again. The amount of time we lost by was how long they kept the prod on us. Condition us to keep getting up and going after each other till we basically just about killed one another.”

Your eyes moved over him again, seeing the little ones first but then the darker larger ones. All the times Curtis lost and had to pay the price.

“Then as they gathered more people, it changed. No longer were we punished because every fight became one to the bitter end.” His jaw clenched and he took your hand in his own. “I actually do have to talk to you about that.”

You wrinkled your nose, not wanting any more bad news. You held up a hand to pause him. “Maybe later Curtis? Can you tell me something from before?”

He looked confused at first and arched his brows. “Before what… before Snowpiercer?” And you nodded to confirm that. He seemed to think, it was obvious he hadn't really considered it before. “I will… but only if you come over here. You're still tired, I can see it in your face.” He lifted his arm and you were slow in moving, careful to keep the sheet around you. He never tried to remove it, but settled his arm around you. Fingers sliding up and down the softness of your shoulder and arm, he settled in to tell you about his childhood in the outskirts of Boston.

It was hours of you two sharing stories and the thoughts Curtis had before faded to the back of his mind, completely forgetting about having to tell you about the tournament. Fading into the next day, you both slept in late and Curtis let you take the first shower before taking one himself. He left the room while you were reading your book, and this time you didn't hear the door click with the lock. Easing up to a stand, you approached the door and barely opened it, but shut it just as quick. Not wanting anyone in the hallway to know that you were in here. Although you doubted that anyone would mess with you being you belonged to Curtis, you didn't want to take your chances. You seemed to be in Curtis’s good graces now and didn't want to upset that balance. Not to mention the man from New Years Day, Grey had scared you with his gaze when Curtis made you crawl away.

Shaking those memories off, you went back to the table, curling up in the chair to read when he returned with what smelled like breakfast. Lifting your nose in appreciation, he set a tray down on the table that was littered with different things that made your mouth water. “Is that… bacon?” You asked in surprise and Curtis laughed, sliding the plate that had several pieces on it towards you.

“Yes, a rare treat, but once in a while the kitchens fry some up. We get it a few times a year, so better enjoy it.”

You picked up the piece, crumbly and greasy between your fingers, you took a nip off the end of it, chewing it so slowly and sighing in happiness at the saltiness that hit your tongue. “God I forgot how good this was.” you nibbled a bit more while Curtis started peeling an orange, unable to hide the grin at how much you seemed to be enjoying it. The freshness of the orange made your nose wiggle and he pried it half apart, handing you half of the fruit which you started to peel the sections apart and alternated between bites of bacon and orange. You honestly didn't know which was better.

There were also bits of warm toasted bread smeared with butter, berries that were warm as if just fresh picked and even what resembled a watered oatmeal sweetened with honey. Curtis saw you picking at a bit of everything. “I figured you would be hungry after yesterday, so I just got a bit of everything this morning.”

He was right, you were famished and it was hard to limit yourself to half, but he kept encouraging you to have more and by the time you finished, you were so full. “I cant eat another bite.”

Curtis finished off the last bite of bread and moved to stand, picking up the now empty tray. You reached to pick up your book again, when he surprised you yet again.

“How about you come with me Y/N? We will drop this off to the kitchen and walk off some of this?��

You hesitated. The last time you left the room with him, it ended with a sore ass on your part. He waited silently for your answer though, and you eased up to a stand. “Okay.” He eased the door open and you stepped outside once more, taking a deep breath as you looked up and down the narrow hallway, unsure why it felt a bit dangerous. You have been escorted many times to the doctor appointments, but this has only been the second time you left with Curtis.

“This way.” He turned away from the section you had traveled to last time, your hand fisted in the back of his shirt to keep a hold of him, especially when you two had to pass through the narrow tunnel between cars. It seemed you two went through many sleeper cars. Door after door you two passed till he opened the next one, and it was lined with tables on one side, and in the back a large kitchen bustling with people preparing food. It smelled heavenly in there to you, catching whiffs of the bacon from earlier still heavy in the air, the sound of knives chopping against cutting boards and things sizzling on the stove. Your step faltered as you two went to drop the tray off, Curtis reaching behind him to tug you forward, his hand circled around your wrist and then kept gently at the small of your back. He led you closer so you could see into the kitchen through a wide window.

“Wow, the tail end would be in awe of this.” your fingers pressed to the glass as someone opened an oven and pulled out what looked to be an actual chocolate cake, testing it with a knife to be sure it was cooked through.

Curtis watched as well, none of it new to him but you seemed to be enjoying it, so he didn't push for the two of you to leave. Not quite yet anyways. The kitchen was still mostly empty and he wasn't in any rush to meet with Grey somewhere while you were out with him. “Most of this is for high class. As I said, the stuff we had today was a treat.”

You titled to look up at him. “We never got any of this… ever. I don't know if you had any, but we only get the blocks, protein blocks they are called.” Your eyes wandered back to the food just piling up in different sections, your thoughts going to how much your old friends would have enjoyed all this.

Curtis was quiet, he was taken away before the protein blocks were dispersed, but he remembered the desolate conditions. The things they almost resorted to until Wilford had him and a large group of young men removed. “I'm sure they are awful.”

You hummed softly that they were and Curtis eased you away, towards another door. “One last Car before we head back because I have training today.” He opened a door and you stepped into a blast of warm air and you grinned feeling the artificial sun on your face. You knew this car, it was an extension to the greenhouse that would be the next one. This one had sweet smelling trees blossoming in it, the fruit trees where the apples and oranges came from. Right now the citrus scent filled your senses and Curtis followed you down into a lane where a few people tended to the trees, high up in the branches going through the rip fruit and pruning the dead branches and leaves away to keep them healthy.

“Doesn't it smell good.” You mentioned as you brushed your hand against the bark, letting it scratch at your palm just for the sensation.”

Curtis took a deep breath to clear his lungs, and you were right. There was always a freshness in these cars that the rest of the train didn't have. The living breathing plants filtering the air over and over. It was almost as good as being outside once again. You two didn't say much, just soaked in the “sun” and wandered among the trees. But once more Curtis steered you back to the exit and the two of you returned to the sleeper car once more. You were left alone to occupy yourself while Curtis went to train.

A few weeks passed and things between the two of you continued to smooth out. A mutual understanding happened that day you needed him. He still cornered you in bed, plucking you out of your clothing and fucked you. But you didnt fight as much as before, his hands pining yours above your head as he filled you, sometimes slow steady strokes and other times it was like he was fucking the frustrations out on you from whatever happened in his trainings. You rarely asked, as typically those days you were met with grunts of ‘nothing’ while he laid there afterwards. Either way, he never left you unsatisfied, making sure you reached your pleasure before he allowed his own to take over.

The moments you learned to appreciate were the ones lying with him in silence, once in a while you would read to him afterwards from whatever book you were reading from, his fingers twirling patterns along your skin where he could reach until he made you put the book down and ask for something more personal. And just as he talked about his past, you soon started telling him about your life before Snowpiercer.

How your mother abandoned you with your sweet grandparents. Whom loved you very much, here you would choke up a bit talking about them. You missed them terribly and knew they sacrificed everything to get you on the train, even a life in the tail end was better to them then you freezing to death with them. Times when it got too hard, Curtis let you cry into the pillow, usually resulting in your passing out afterwards. This is when he would take his leave, go attend whatever business he had and bring back food for that evening.

You two fell into this routine that worked for both of you, but there would always come a day when it all was disrupted. That day the door barged open. You were in the middle of getting dressed, scurrying to tug a shirt on when Curtis stepped in front of you with a raised voice. “You know you have no right barging into my space.”

“I do when Wilford demands for your slut.” One shoved Curtis aside, you could see his hand hovering at his hip where a stick hung and his fingers snapped at the clasp and Curtis was about to push back when you stepped towards the other man.

“It's fine, it's okay… I will go with you.” You nodded, not wanting a fight.

Curtis turned away from the man having pushed him back. “No Y/N, it's not your scheduled time and they are supposed to let me know beforehand before taking you out of my care.”

“13 you dumb fuck, Wilford requested for her. What he says goes.” You were being pulled from the room when you saw the stick being pulled out of its holster, the zapping noise crackling at the end and the door slammed shut before you could see them use it on Curtis to subdue him.

“Come on girl…” You were yanked ahead, leaving behind the only safe place you now felt on the train. You swallowed your fear, as you had no idea why Wilford would want to see you of all people.

When they left Curtis, he spat out blood on the floor while pushing himself up. Once you left, the remaining people turned on him, making sure he didn't forget “his place”. Leaving him with a few burn marks on his chest and a good kick in his side and a bloody nose. Grabbing a rag to slow the flow down, he checked his door. But knew it would be locked. They didn't want him following after you. He paced the small space, feeling effectively caged in and helpless not being able to go for you. There was little that he could do then wait. Which he did. Yanking out a chair, long legs bounced up and down with a jiggle of his foot, his eyes plastered to the door, feeling like a ticking time bomb counting down.

You weren't brought to Wilford to begin with. Instead it was back to the doctor who did all the same checks he always did. This time when he had you take a test, after long minutes of waiting, he exclaimed. “Finally!”

You pushed to sit up, shaking your head in confusion. “Finally what?”

“13 finally impregnated you girl.” He put the stick in a baggie and marked it with a date before putting it in another cabinet. “I'm guessing it's from that shot I gave you. Works every time.”

But you had stopped listening to the doctor, your hand coming to your still very flat stomach and breathing in sharply. There was someone growing inside of you at this exact moment and neither you nor Curtis had any idea. You didn't feel different, weren't pregnant women supposed to feel different? You were in a daze till the doctor snapped his fingers in your face to get your attention.

“Take these vitamins every day and in a few weeks we will take a look to see how it's growing, okay? I'm assuming this is your first. So nothing strenuous, you be sure to tell us if Curtis is being rough with you. Got it?”

You scowled as you snatched the vitamins from him, nodding. “Can I go back now?”

“No. Wilford still wants to see you.” The doctor exclaimed while marking your chart, doing some calculations before tapping a button to open the door, signalling you were ready to go.

Escorted through more cars, soon you were approaching the giant W that you had seen once before. You tried to stall, but was easily overpowered as Claude held the door open, ushering you to get inside before it snapped shut again. You hugged around yourself, not forgetting back when you were first dragged in here. Wilford was up in the engine, seeming to just be standing and watching the roving machine while Claude nudged you forward to a seat. With an extravagant spin, Wilford threw his hands up as if in joy.

“Y/N!, what a pleasure. I'm so glad you were able to come visit me today. I know you're busy, growing a baby and keeping Curtis company.” He winked as he approached you and you chose silence as your answer. He tugged you back to a stand and pulled you out at arm's length, looking you up and down. “Ahh what a change. You look so good Y/N, simply glowing already. Aren’t you glad I had you brought up from that dirty tail end.”

You again chose silence but Claude cleared her throat nearby. “Till Mr.Wilford thank you bitch.”

“Now now Claude, that's not how we treat our guests.” He had you sit back down, and pulled a chair out to move closer to you. “Not the guest of the hour. I have more good news for you Dear. Exciting news, once in a lifetime news.”

Your gut sank, cause anything that excited Wilford surly couldn't bode well for you.

“See we have this tournament Dear, very good times. Everyone turns out for the event. The people participating are rewarded when they win. This time you will be given to the strongest man there is. Your beauty has not escaped anyone else's notice. They all want you on their arm. So in the end… you will be moving on with the winner.”

You shake your head in a no. “No, please I just want to stay with Curtis.”

Wilford tutted softly and cupped your cheek, grasping it hard enough to make you stop moving, a whimper escaping you.

“Then my Dear, you better encourage Curtis to win.”

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pog-sad-muffin · 3 years

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The dreamscape.

Vilbur and Reader pt. 6

!TW! freezing, manipulation, yelling, violence, mentions of blood, feral Tommy!TW!

Hope you enjoy <3

Art credit to: @elevenshaze on twt

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Tubbo's POV

I know I am dreaming, I can hear Phil pacing around the room. Soon his pacing fades away.

-entering the dream state-

The sun rests just over the horizon, Tommy is here. We are on the hill that overlooks L'manburg.

"Hey, big man?"

"Yeah what's up?" Tommy answers.

"Will we get our happily ever after? Everyone is talking about how they work towards their happy ending. But I just can't seem to see the end." I say brushing my hair away from my eyes.

"There is no ending because there was never a beginning," Tommy says, his voice getting scratchy.

"What do you mean," I ask, turning to look at him. His eyes are the void and a smile is etched into his face. No! NO! DREAM CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME! please...

Waking up with a start. Sweat dripping down my face, my breathing erratic, and shaking all over. Phil, with a concerned look on his face, swiftly walks up to me.

"Are you alright mate, you look like you just had a nightmare," Phil says softly, sitting down next to me and rubbing circles on my back. I open my mouth but no words come out, my mind racing from what I saw.

"It's ok you don't need to talk about it. Go be with Ranboo, he was worried about you." Nodding, I shakily stand. Walking cautiously down the stairs I make it to the kitchen. Collecting myself I look around for Ranboo. Nope, not in the kitchen, not in the living room. Though Techno is when he notices me peeking into the room he points to the porch. Stepping over to the door I bring it open and looking out. Seeing Ranboo playing with Michael, a lazy smile adorned his face. Smiling softly to myself I walk outside fully and close the door, getting their attention.

"Dad!" Michael yells, wobbling up to his feet he shuffles towards me.

"Hello buddy, how are you?" I ask resting Michael in my lap after I sit down in one of the rocking chairs on the front porch.

"Good, Papa called some people over. Mister Pink looked at me weirdly and Mister Green told Papa to relax so he played with me out here while you were sleeping! We played all these fun games…" my son's voice settling into the background, he thought I was sleeping and Techno saw him… "and then I saw you and you were awake and here!" Michael says finishing his story.

"That's nice, now I need to talk to your Papa for a moment, would you go inside with Phil?" I ask, voice cracking slightly.

"Ok, Dad see you later!" Michael says, jumping up and running inside. We wait a few moments, I'm still sitting on the ground, the cold of the snow no longer bothering me.

Ranboo's POV

I look over at Tubbo when Michael runs inside. His eyes are glassy, and he is still on the ground. After a moment I walked over to him. Sitting down next to him I pull him into a hug. I feel him start to cry, it burns into my chest, but I don't complain. Comforting him I feel myself starting to cry as well. My tears cascading down my face, sizzling and burning down my face. It is snowing now. Tubbo and I don't care anymore, we grasp onto each other and start sobbing. Tubbo let out a cry, one you would hear from someone who just got the news that their last hope had passed.

3rd person POV

Techno is watching the two broken children cry into each other from the window. Something in him breaks in him as well. They shouldn't be in this life of violence, they're only kids. And yet they had suffered so much. He thinks shaking his head. Started when he hears the most heart-wrenching scream from Tubbo. His eyes tearing up, he turns away and walks up to the room where Tommy lays. Phil has long since left the room to comfort Michael. Looking over Tommy, he notices all the details of what had happened. Tommy's lips were dark purple, his exposed skin looked like icy veins crawling up his body, Tommys breathing slow and labored. He is not much better than when Ranboo found him. We don't know why he isn't getting better. Niki should be on her way, unfortunately, she lives far away from Ranboo and Tubbo's house.

Knock knock knock. Phil upon hearing this sets Michael down on the bed, the young child having fallen asleep. Hears the knock and makes his way downstairs. Opening the door, letting Niki inside.

"So where is Tommy? I saw Tubbo was awake." She mentions, taking her winter coat and winter gear off. Grabbing the satchel that was under the coat.

"Good to see you again mate, follow me," Phil says waving his hand towards the stairs. As they make their way up the stairs Niki is looking around, looking for clues to what had happened to the boys. Phil stops at the door opening it for Niki.

"He's on the bed over there," Phil mutters, refusing to make eye contact or look in the room. Niki looks at Phil with sympathy in her eyes before entering. Walking in closing the door softly behind her. Techno once he saw her stood up, knowing her past and her hate against Tommy. Pulling out his ax in a defensive stance.

"Woah, calm down I'm only here to help. Phil called me in," Niki says, trying to calm Techno. Slowly lowering his defensive stance in front of Tommy, who is effectively dying without treatment.

Niki's POV

As I cautiously approach Tommy, I can see the damage of whatever had been done to him. His lips are dark plum and black near the center, his ears are blue and black, his hair was stiff from what seems like the cold Ranboo found him in, his breathing is more like wheezing and pained. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Focusing my eyes back on Tommy I grab the bag that I had brought with me. Opening it I grab my book, my candles, and a heater. Looking over at Techno I ask, "Would you put some coal in here," I hand him the heater. He looks skeptical about it before doing what I asked. As he loaded coal into it, I pulled out my book looking through various supernatural creatures before finding what I was looking for.

“Here!” I shout, after a while, startling Techno. “Sorry,” I say softly when he glares at me.

Hearing a thundering sound running up the stairs, Phil bursts into the room, “Do you know what caused this?!” Phil says frantically. Techno being confused at the question looks between Niki and Phil expectantly.

“He means what creature caused this,” I explain, “I'm a mob expert.”

“HUH! Since when?”

“She has been for a while… Anyway, that's not the point.” Phil says.

“Yes, Phil is right. I found what caused this. It says here-” I say, pointing at a page in my book,”- the only thing that could have caused this would be… A spectator aka a ghost essentialy.” Once I say that Phil and Techno’s eyes go wide and they stare at each other, then Tommy. Their eyes are filled with confusion and terror. And then the realization hit me, we only have two ghosts, and both of them were close to the young boys. But they wouldn't do this… would they?

Tommy's POV

-entering the dream state-

It is warm here, I remember it was cold earlier. Why was it cold again? Eh doesn't matter now that I am warm. A new wave of heat cascades through me, thawing my body into comfort. I am calm, wow when was the last time that happened. Maybe when Tubbo and I were building our bench, Techno and Wilbur watched our back. It was the most peaceful week of work… ever I think.

"Hello?" I hear an echo crossing the room.

"Hello, who are you?" I question back to the voice, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Tommy is that you?" I hear, starting to recognize the voice. Snapping my eyes open, I look around in search of the voice. Y/n they are here, I want to see them again. I miss them.

"Y/n? Where are you?"

"I'm right over here Tommy," they say. I turn around and see them, glowing with their arm stretched towards me, a soft welcoming smile decorated their face. Rushing over to them I tackle them into a hug, crying slightly.

"Hello Big man," they say softly, engulfing the smaller in a hug. I smile through the tears that are free-falling down my face.

"I missed you Y/n," I say, my voice heavy with emotion. Finally, I reluctantly pull away from the hug.

"I have something important to tell you, Tommy…" Y/n says, eyes going downcast and glossing over. "They are trying to take you from me," their voice growing softer, as I grow more confused and I furrow my brows.

"Who is trying to take you? I want to stay with you." I say, standing my ground ready to fight anyone who gets in my way of being with my sibling I was forced to lose.

"They are Tommy you have to stop them…" their voice fading away more as I am being pulled away from them.

"No! Stop! I want to go back! Y/n!" I yelled, reaching desperately towards them, despite me being pulled away.

Waking with a start, all of the warmth from the dreamscape gone. Niki, Techno, and Phil standing over me. They are smiling. Why do they get to be happy? I just want to go home, the place where I belong. With Y/n, Will, Tubbo, and L'manburg. The good days.

"How are you feeling?" Phil asks, my head slowly turning towards him. I throw myself at him, clawing at him. I get a handful of feathers and his hat before Techno and Niki pull me off of him with my arms behind my back. I hear an animalistic growl until I realize it is coming from me. Not that I care they were the ones trying to take me away from Y/n. Phil, who has now fallen onto the floor. Looking at me in shock. I feel my lips curl up to bare my teeth and growl once again.

"Niki what's happening?!" Techno shouts frantically, as I struggle from their grasp. I hear people storming up the stairs. Tubbo and Ranboo slam the door open. They see me and I'm not sure what sparked it but I think it was looking at Ranboo, I never liked him, he took away my friend, and now he is here for Y/n as well. With newfound strength, I launch myself at Ranboo, ripping my grasp away from Techno and Niki. I go to attack him only to be hit with something and thrown off to the side. Looking at where the item was thrown I see a shaking Niki, standing on all fours I growl at them. My hybrid features on display. My tail swishing behind me defensively, my razor-sharp canines bared at all of them, the two joints on my legs ripping through my pants near the joints.

"Hey… Tommy, Big man calm down…" Tubbo says cautiously sidestepping towards me, in response, I let out an unnerving growl that makes everyone flinch in response.

"Niki! What is going on!" Techno growls, furiously.

"I don't know this isn't supposed to happen! Though there is a chance that the spector had said something to him!" she says, looking through her book frantically trying to find an answer.

"What do you mean! There is a chance! What could they have said'' Phil yells, I ignore them focusing on Ranboo. Tensing my legs and lowering myself onto the ground I feel something fall from my mouth.

"Umm… Phil what is dripping from his mouth," Tubbo asks, voice quivering. Suddenly everyone's attention is on me again. I let out another growl, more of the goop falling from my mouth, looking at it this time I see it is a black-looking slime. Hearing someone step closer to me, my head snaps at them. I let out a roar. Tubbo and Niki are staring at me in fear, Phil is staring in shock, and Techno in distress. I lunge at Ranboo once more this time reaching for his horn with the reached ring on it. Tubbo shrieks when he sees what I'm going for, and he jumps at me. I make it to my target and start yanking on his horn trying to rip it off, so he will let me see Y/n again. Tubbo hits me off, falling to the floor with a whimper. Techno and Phil rush to restrain me, Niki rushes to Ranboo to check on what I hurt. I see Ranboo reach for his horn and realize the ring is gone.

"My ring is gone! Did it fall off!?" Ranboo asks, I plant myself onto the ground. It's not like I needed to, I have two people keeping me on the ground. Smirking, I look Ranboo in the eyes.

"Tommy where is it!" He yells at me, part of his jaw unhinging. I close my mouth tighter, locking my jaw.

"Guys… I think it's in his mouth." Tubbo says, noticing my jaw tense.

"How? We didn't see it?!" Niki says, baffled. She runs over to Techno and Phil, something in her hand.

I feel something cold touch my neck as the world fades to dark.

-entering dreamscape-

"Tommy are you ok?!" I hear Y/n yell when they see the state I'm in.

"I wanted to come back… they are the enemy…" I mumble my words slurred.

"Ah... I see what happened. I'm so glad you came back," they say, picking me up into a soft warm hug. Just like Mum used to do. Feeling the familiar warmth return.

"Don't worry Big man I will protect you," they say. I feel warmth flood my being and patterns scorching into my body. I didn't mind though it felt nice.

"They're going to sting when you wake once more, but don't worry I will always be here when you go to sleep." I nod limply.

"Want to see them?" Parking up at this I nod once more, not finding the energy to speak. A mirror appears in front of me. I have marks up and down my back and arms. They have symbols that look like, "⋔⊬ ⌿⎍⌿⟟⌰" I feel myself fading out of dream world into a deep sleep.

"Y/n would you stay with me?"

"Of course my pupil."

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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For the 1K event! Dabi angst number 3!!!🥴

“you don’t remember me?”

pairing: dabi x gender neutral reader

cw: angst, one mention of the word suicide, language, memories in italics, mentions of blood and minor manga spoilers (dabi’s identity)

word count: 3000+

a/n: me writing after wanting to cry all night, i know its a shock but yeah my 1k event really needs to finish now because this is getting out of hand

summary: in which after losing your memory in what seemed to have been a week, the capture of shigaraki is the only thing on your mind but when you meet face to face with a distant memory, the reality of the torture the heroes inflicted on you finally comes to light

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The task at hand was simple, corner the league, grab Shigaraki and take him into custody. It was the first thing you heard from Keigo, the first words that were uttered to you as you entered the cell. You didn’t know why you were there in the first place, memories forgotten as all Keigo told you was how you were good. How you were going to join the heroes side and defeat the league, that’s everything he told you. The bandages wrapped around your waist as you saw your wrist wrapped in cloth as well, you unwrapped it softly, the way the brown burnt marks encased your wrists. You dared not touch it, instead waiting to be let out of the cell.

Keigo’s eyes flashed at you, he stared at the screen as he saw you pace about. You had forgotten it all, he was almost glad you had because without you the next actions of the heroes would be flawed. He looked at Endeavor who smirked at the you, he was intrigued wanting to vitalise that power and create chaos amongst the villains.

“She cant control her quirk yet.”

“She will.” Endeavor spoke as Keigo didn’t speak staring at how your hand would occasionally touch at the bandages, you really had no clue what had occurred prior. No clue of the horrors that had been exerted upon you. Keigo left to go and collect you, having already seen how other pro heroes had arrived.

He stepped out from the room, taking a sharp breathe as he walked the long stretch to where your cell was.

“If it isn’t the number two pro hero Hawks, come to rescue me.” Your tone had been filled with malice as you flew around him, yellow wisps around your hands as you were about to shoot the energy at him.

Hawks stared, the hatred you had for heroes, the way you were ready to murder him in a matter of seconds. “I can save you Y/n, I will.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Hawks entered the confines of your room; you gave him a soft smile as he took a step closer. “Hey.” He nodded at your greeting, moving to sit beside you on the bed, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah, we need you though, I explained before about capturing Shigaraki.” You nodded remembering his earlier words, he had told you, you had been out for a month, but everything still felt new and with the amnesia it didn’t seem real at all. “It’s happening now, and we need you, we need the h…hero in you.”

He almost felt bad for lying but to bring you back, get you to become good again, this was the only way. You nodded as his hands moved against the bandages, “I need these off.” He began unwrapping them all, brown skin burnt as you saw the engrained initials T.T against your wrist. Keigo covered it with his fingers as he turned your arms around, Dabi had gone too far in suppressing your power.

“Y/n, don’t you fucking dare.” Dabi’s words echoed throughout the sky, the way you flew down as he saw the tears form around your eyes, “I…I can save you.”

“Let me go…”

You shook the memory aside, a familiar man…his face seemed to bring comfort. The villainous intent made you shake your head. He was unknown and your aim was to find Shigaraki and capture him, Keigo helped you outside, he saw how you still had a hospital gown on. Your costume had been destroyed in the blast, but you wouldn’t remember something like that. You couldn’t and it didn’t seem like you cared. “I’ll find you some clothes.”

He had spoken just as he had brought you in front of the pro heroes, a tense setting as they looked up and down at you. They tried to hide their disgust, but you could almost sense it, you didn’t know what your quirk was, but Keigo had told you it had been something to do with manipulating energy sources around you. You however had no idea how to ever start using this quirk, you looked back missing Keigo’s presence, before feeling his hand go against your back.

“I fucking love you, we promised till the end.” The same voice from before spoke out, his black hair and almost burnt features seemed distorted, but you could see yourself.

You held his hands both looking out onto the Tokyo skyline, “till the end.”

“Everything okay?” Keigo spoke as he passed you a bag, you nodded as he directed you to the bathroom on the other end.

Slowly walking inside, eyes being met with every single pro hero who looked to hate you. You looked into the bag, the entire black outfit with a black coat to match covered your body as you stared into the mirror. Eyes looking unfamiliar as you looked at a reflection of someone who wasn’t you, another you in another lifetime.

Your fingers moved to trace your face in the mirror before seeing the initials again, T.T. they seemed so familiar yet so far away. Looking at your burnt wrists, they seemed fragile yet when you touched them it began to peel away, showing your skin again. You traced the initials feeling another burst of energy come through into your mind.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t you dare touch her.” The voice screamed as he looked to be holding onto you, holding onto your limp body.

You couldn’t make out who the man was talking to in your fluttering eyes, but he seemed to be coming closer with every step. Your breath hitched as you saw the wings open up, realising that it was Keigo, he had saved you.

Wiping away stray tears you looked at yourself one last time before going back to the others. They seemed to be a bit more peaceful now as Keigo had explained the situation. His hand on your back reassuringly as the plan got dealt out with you and Keigo on the front lines.

His reassuring words were helping you to get through this all, his eyes soft as you both walked towards where the apparent league of villains hideout was. You only knew the both of you were somewhat bait for Shigaraki, which you didn’t really understand as how could you serve any importance.

Keigo dismissed your questions as he stared up at the twilight sky, almost preoccupied and not wanting to face the truth. You dismissed it as you both finally saw the scene; it was an abandoned lot right in the centre of the city. You looked out seeing shadows inside as you didn’t know how the two of you were even going to create a scene until Keigo did something you hadn’t expected.

“Hold on.” He grabbed onto your waist bringing you closer and closer up into the air, the wind against your skin, flying higher and high…letting you go. You fell to the ground stumbling as you looked up at his hand in the air as you felt the ground get closer and closer.

Until it stopped, energy had circled your fingers from the lights and vehicles around you as just as you reached the ground, a burst of energy stopped you creating flashing lights and fire in your way. Keigo saw you apologising but you didn’t say a word, staring at your fingers as you looked at the yellow wisps.

“It can’t be.” Both Keigo and you turned around, seeing three unfamiliar faces yet they seemed so familiar. You looked at the man who had been your target, Shigaraki with his many hands of the dead clothing on him.

“Target sighted.” Keigo spoke as you saw the helicopters and pro heroes begin to surround them, it had been easy, but they seemed ready to fight. Yet the tall man with black hair and burns just like on your wrists stared directly at you.

He stepped forward but pro heroes had already come, quirks out to kill him if necessary. “How are you…how are you alive?”

He stared at you, the soft face he remembered from all that time ago, the way you still seemed to have a sense of love inside of you. But he met a frown as you looked in confusion, hiding behind Keigo as you looked at him for the first time in horror. “Y/n, it’s okay I’ve got you.”

The rest of the league had begun fighting the pro heroes, Keigo telling you to stay out of trouble as you saw the man come and try to get closer to you but getting stopped by another person’s quirk. You finally saw the blue flamed in action, the way he burnt everything around him lighting up the entire street as pro heroes continued to try and capture him. “Y/n.” He repeated through the screams of civilians, “you don’t remember me.” You put your hands to your ears not wanting to hear him speak.

Why cold? A dark bleak room around you where everything had been cold. You saw Keigo, saw him watch over on the other side as you got tortured. Belt across your mouth as another electric shock hit your head making your whole-body frazzle. How long had it been? How long had you really been trapped?

“The names Dabi.” He spoke out, it had moved to another setting one where a dark alleyway had stretched out in front of a bar.

“Y/n.”

He looked down at you raising an eyebrow, “you really think you could be a villain.”

“Says the one who looks like he walked out of a horror movie.” You snickered as he scratched the back of his head.

“Whatever, you’ll get caught within a week.”

You rolled your eyes as your lip twitched upwards, “If I last a week then you owe me some fun.”

He had begun to walk towards the entrance of the hideout before turning around to answer you, “deal.”

Your hands grasped your ears harder as memories began to surface, screams of the civilians you and Dabi had killed together. You felt every emotion run through you, every moment in time with a man you had forgotten.

His soft lips against your own as he tenderly kissed your lips, rough hands against your cheeks as his tongue gilded inside. He felt you melt into it as your hands grabbed the back of his neck, a handful of hair as you felt something you hadn’t had in a long, long time. “I love you.”

It had been a whisper and he had heard it, his eyes softening as he looked at you saying the three words for the first time himself.

Your eyes met Dabi’s as you saw him try to destroy everything around him, maybe he didn’t care about being caught or maybe he had given up after seeing you forget. But you remembered, you remembered your relationship with him, remembered your firsts of everything but what had occurred however long it had been was still a mystery. You needed to remember, and the only way was through being with Dabi one last time.

You moved through the destruction almost running towards him, pro heroes realising you had broken their torture, Keigo trying to grab you. As yellow energy swooped around you filling your fingers as you pushed the heroes aside, the league seeming to realise they had gotten you back.

Dabi looked at you, almost pushing himself to get past the fires and pro heroes, as you pushed everything to the side. Your mind had started to become your own, as walls began to break inside, every step towards him making more memories emerge.

“You lasted a week then, what fun do you want?” He muttered, he had already seen the chaos you had caused and couldn’t lie and say he didn’t see you as an asset, but the way you gave a chilling smirk made him go cold.

You leaned against him, eyes looking up as you spoke, “I want to see the stars.”

“What the fuck?” He murmured, “what are you fi…”

“Please.” You pouted and with that single look he had taken you up to a hill to watch the sunset and nightfall erupt. He didn’t realise it then but that was the first time he had ever felt love in his heart, after all these years of torture from his father he had gained something new as you leant against his body. Pointing out each constellation and where the next would be, he had fallen for you in that time.

“Dabi.” You screamed as you ran into his arms, letting the yellow energy encompass you as he held you. Held onto the woman he hadn’t seen in a year, the woman who had been taken away from him, he looked into those soft eyes of yours, the same ones he had seen when you went to go watch the stars.

He kissed your forehead as you both stayed in each other’s arms before he leant down to capture your lips. His soft lips brushing against your own, love and lust filled but most of all the memories of that day had finally occurred.

“Y/n, don’t you fucking dare.” Dabi’s words echoed throughout the sky, the way you flew down as he saw the tears form around your eyes, “I…I can save you.”

“Let me go…” Yellow surrounding you as you and the league had been confronted by pro heroes, they began to circle you and you only had one option left to save them, to save him.

The yellow became brighter as the rest of the city turned dark, all the energy cultivating inside of you. You were burning, feeling your head burn as the yellow stayed firm in your grasps. The cries of civilians and pro heroes trying to attack you being prevalent before you burst. Flames capture the entire city, buildings burning, and pro heroes being shot down to the ground as each essence of your power burns out of you. Until you fell, you fell to the ground as Dabi tried to get a hold of you, tried to grab onto you, but saw the warp gate surround your body and his own.

He instantly moved to grab your limp body, the way you collapsed in his arms unable to even form words as your eyes became heavier and heavier. He kissed your cheek as he looked down at you, he knew if he had still had tear ducts he’d be crying but instead all that formed were I love you’s and pleas for your survival.

He saw Kurogiri get slammed to the side by Hawks as he stared with hatred at him.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t you dare touch her.” He screamed as he held onto your limp body.

Keigo looked at Dabi before pinning his feathers to the man, his eyes filled with fury until he felt Endeavor grab him and push him onto another building. The last thing Dabi saw was you in Keigo’s’ arms being taken away.

“How long?” You whispered as you both stopped kissing, Dabi didn’t want to answer that instead looking down at the burn marks that he hadn’t caused. He looked down at his initials kissing it softly before looking up.

You repeated your question waiting for an answer, “one year.”

Holding onto him again, you kept him close by you as the yellow energy field kept you both safe. You both would stay safe forever, you would be together and have the happiness you deserve with him. You cupped his cheek to kiss him again, having missed the feeling of his lips against your own, the torture and near death you had experienced. Was all for this, was all to meet the man you loved on…

Darkness. Your body collapsed as Dabi felt your limp body against his own, blood seeping through onto your clothes as it went against his fingers. A bullet, not just a normal one, one made from your own energy had passed through the field and collided with your stomach. It wasn’t a warning bullet, they had killed you, Dabi collapsed just as he had a year ago. Eyes looking up at the destruction ahead as he held onto you, seeing how tears poured out. “I love you.”

“No, please not again.” He whispered seeing Kurogiri ready to warp around everybody, he needed you to come with them. He couldn’t watch you get tortured and forget him all over again, the sounds of pro heroes ready to shoot once more as the warp went around the two of you.

The countryside where the league watched and stared at your limp body. “I’m so…sorry, for no…not being…there.”

“It doesn’t matter, just stay with me, come on Y/n, stay with me.” His words were pleading, he needed you to be okay, but the bullet had hit a vital organ and you and him both knew you had no time left.

“Say it.” You whispered.

He knew what you wanted him to say, the words that would finally bring you peace, “I love you Y/n.”

With those four words everything became dark as your arm went to the grass and Dabi held your corpse in his hands, blood covering the two of you as he looked up at the sky. He had always thought the two of you would die together, a type of double suicide but now finally being left without you for good this time. He would never know the torture you went through, but as he kissed your head one last time, he would rid the world of fake heroes in your name. For that had been the dream of the two of you ever since that night watching the stars.

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xenia-cenia · 3 years

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hiiii 💕 may i request domestic hcs with chuuya and dazai with a clingy s/o? thank you 💞💞💞

A/N-i like doing these theyre cute :)

sorry for taking forever! some irl things came up

-writing for chuuya is hard bc all the gifs of him are so cool

-so im using dog chuuya for this one

-moving on

-chuuya does not put any thought before asking you to move in with him

-you mentioned it once in passing and he responded with 'yeah, why the hell not?'

-as stated before his house is filled with dog pictures

-he LOVES cooking

-do not get in his way while he cooks

-itll just be a mess for everyone involved

-if you want a cutesy-fun couple activity hes much more fond of walks in the park

-in fact he likes to go on at least one long walk every week

-and hes always delighted when you tag along

-if you get tired and cant finish the walk dont worry he'll just use his ability and carry you back home

-also enjoys going shopping with you

-he knows the ins and outs of every current fashion trend and will happily help you pick clothes out

-be warned though he likes to only buy the most expensive stuff

-he personally has no plans to get married

-deep inside the fear that hes not 'human' enough lingers

-however if one day years into your relationship you were on a night walk and turned to look at him

-the wind softly rustling your clothes and the streetlamps reflecting in your eyes

-(oh your eyes. he always feels painfully human when he looks into those eyes of yours)

-he'll take a deep breath

-and give into his impulses once again

-"lets get married."

-he says it so casually you barely notice

-but when he says it again it sticks in your head

-you laughed

-(why was his heart beating so fast? did your laugh always do this to him?)

-and kissed his cheek

-"id love to, chuuya."

-his knees shook as you spoke those words

-he smiled and didnt notice his ability start until the two of you were above the trees and you gripped onto his shirt

-"chuu!" you had exclaimed

-but nothing was phazing him

-it was the happiest he had ever been in his life

-well

-the second happiest

-as your hands folded into his

-and the expensive suit he was wearing felt 1 million degrees

-he was shaking

-had he ever shaken this hard before?

-and you noticed his fear

-(you always could read him better than he could read himself)

-and all at once the world melted away

-there was only pure bliss

-"to the person who makes me feel truly human" he had added to his vows "i promise to protect you for the rest of our lives"

-"to the person who hangs dog pictures on our ceiling," (he had laughed nervously. he didnt know you saw those) "i promise to protect and care for you the rest of our lives"

-thats when chuuya cried

-he kissed you as hard as he could

-tears burning his eyes as he pulled away for air

-"i love you." chuuya whispered and he knew that this

-this would be the happiest moment of his life

-he LOVES clingy people

-once you move in with him (or him with you. He doesn’t mind either way) he finds himself falling much further in love then he thought possible

-want cuddles?

-god yes

-reading together with his head on your lap?

-please play with his hair

-he’s also a terrible cook

-terrible awful cook

-if you enjoy cooking you’ll need to forcibly keep him out of the kitchen to stop him from ruining your meal

-if you just want to have fun and make a mess?

-he’s your guy

-“belladonna! Look! The eggs stick to the ceiling!”

“Osamu no”

-like Chuuya he enjoys talking walks

-his walks are much less peaceful however

-he likes to talk about whatever’s on his mind as he walks

-though frankly he enjoys listening to you blabber much more

-insists on movie date nights

-he picks the movie one week and you pick the movie the next week and so on and so forth

-his movies are typically tragic love stories

-you asked him why one day and all he did was smile and shake his head

-“there are some secrets I’d rather keep, Belladonna.”

-eventually you wrote it off as another mystery about Dazai Osamu

-it takes a long time before he lets you change his bandages

-the entire time hes smiling sadly and refusing to make eye contact

-(your fingers are so smooth compared to his. he’ll never forget the feeling of your fingers tracing the new bandages, making sure they fit right)

-now unlike Chuuya he has put a lot of thought into marriage

-he’s fantasized about it for years but always wrote it off as a pipe dream

-though his dream marriage isn’t really anything official

-he thinks ‘love’ is something that you can’t put on display or into a certificate

-when the two of you get serious he’s very clear about this dream of his

-to his surpise (and joy!) you smiled and kissed his cheek telling him you’re okay with that

-if you want a big wedding dazai will compromise for two weddings

-one thats incredibly low effort, just the two of you drinking wine and getting lost

-and the other thats everything youve ever dreamed of

-in fact during his vows for the ‘second’ wedding he’ll grab your hands and look out towards the audience

-”they told me if you love them so much, i should just marry them. so i did! twice.”

-about half a year after the wedding the two of you were lying in bed

-you were half-asleep and dazai smiled softly

-”belladonna, did i ever answer your question?”

-”wha?”

-”i watched them so often because i wanted to remind myself that we’d have a happy ending.”

-you looked at him through sleepy eyes, confusion lacing your expression as he kissed your forehead

-”osamu...”

-”sleep, belladonna. i’ll remind you in the morning.”

-and as you quickly drifted off to sleep he finally felt the stress in his shoulders dissolve

-”a happy ending...” he muttered to himself

-(though, he feels any ending that includes you loving him was the happiest ending he could get)

-he went further into the sheets and let his eyes close

-maybe... maybe he’ll get the story he never thought he deserved

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brelione · 3 years

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dude come on. you said you’d upload the next chapter on christmas and now it’s been a whole week after and it’s still not out. :(, hi! when are you posting the next chapter of tbb??, tbb????, Are you posting the next chapter of best boys soon? I miss her, when will you be posting the next part of the best boys series??, Ok I’m over TBB I’m just gonna say she ends up with Blah Blah and they live happily ever after, the end. Thank you for the amazing read, it has been fun❤️, TBB is literally the last series I have to finish before I can finally peace out of the shithole that is the OBX fandom for good but like no rush or anything baby❤️,When do you think you’ll be posting the last chapters of TBB?, Hey queen how’s the writing for best boys going,

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Yes, im aware this chapter is all over the place. I went through writing four different versions of this chapter and this is the one that I decided to go with. I know that this one is kind of a little ahfioshviowenvionae but it all comes together next chapter (I already started writing the next chapter). Im so sorry that this is so late. I’ve been having issues for a little bit. My grandfather and my dog passed away and I recently had a relapse and I think that’s why it was taking me so long. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter <3

Warnings:Nothing really, swearing and unedited. Also im sorry if you dont like this chapter but like....yeah.

You were awoken to the sounds of screaming.Topper ended up at the foot of the bed, Kelce still clinging onto you.Rafe was absent from his spot but the mattress was still warm and had a slight dent which let you know that he hadnt been gone long.

You had spent most of the night trying to find the perfect spot on the mattress, one arm thrown over kelce and your heel against the back of Toppers thigh.It seemed like it hadnt been a super long time since the sun had risen which meant that it was probably around seven in the morning by now.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, trying to pay attention to what the voices were shouting.Something about a mess and irresponsibility but you couldnt hear much besides that.Rafe stomped up the stairs, opening his door.He was shirtless, face red from yelling and his eyes slightly watery.You sat up, making Kelce grumble.

Rafe’s jaw was slightly dropped, his nose beginning to run and his body trembling.“Hey, what happened?”You asked, gaining Kelce’s attention.Topper’s eyes opened slightly, looking over at Rafe.The tall boy didnt say anything, he just dragged his feet across the room and sat back on the bed, mumbling.You were hesitant to grip his hand, squeezing lightly.

He just stared at a wrinkle in the blanket but the sound of something breaking downstairs told you that it had been more than just bickering.Kelce was worried, knowing that his parents had gotten home late last night and would see the mess he had created. “He doesnt want me living here anymore.”Rafe spoke up, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

You pulled him closer to you, arms around his shoulders as he sobbed, your fingers rubbing against the back of his neck.He squeezed you tightly when he head footsteps coming up the stairs, silently praying to any god that would listen that it wouldnt be Ward.Kelce’s phone kept buzzing but he ignored it, knowing exactly what it was.

He knew that it was coming and he would be lying if he said that he didnt expect it, nervous the whole night as he waited for his phone to blow up.“What are you gonna do?”Topper asked.As much as you wanted to scold him for asking that when Rafe clearly didnt want to talk about it it was still something that you had also been wondering.

Rafe didnt answer, taking in a deep, shaky breath that hurt his ribs before picking up his head and looking over to his friend. “I dont know.”He admitted.His voice hurt your heart, the realisation kicking in that there wasnt really many places that he could go.

Kelce’s phone buzzed again, all of your eyes falling on him.He sighed, glancing at his screen.He had missed calls from his parents, dozens of text in all caps telling him to come home immediately. “They found the door.”He replied, keeping his voice calm.A new wave of silence washed over the room, not knowing what to say to that.

Your eyes watered as you remembered how simple life was a few weeks ago, all of you eating breakfast, watching criminal minds and laughing as Topper recorded it all on his snapchat.Now everything was completely falling apart.You didnt say anything, trying to think of a solution.Rafe couldnt go to Kelce’s house or Topper’s house since Topper’s mother had one of those security cameras outside of her home and she’d recognize him immediately.

She was still pissy about Topper’s accident, she’d explode if he let friends over. “SO what happens now?”Topper asked.You were all out of ideas.A simple drive or icecream or a movie couldnt solve any of this. “I mean...think about it.We’re adults, right?Child protective services cant stop us if we leave.”Kelce muttered.Rafe nodded, snapping his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah!You’re right.”He agreed, causing your eyes to widen.They were acting insane. They couldnt be serious about just getting up and leaving forever, right? “No, no hes not.We cant just-we cant just leave!”You exclaimed.They were actually going crazy.How could they even think like that? “Why?What do you have here, (Y/N)?”He asked.You paused, thinking about it.

You didnt really have anything.You had your house of course but other than that you had nothing but memories and your boys.You didnt want to admit that he was right, letting out a quiet sigh. “But leaving forever isnt the answer.”You muttered.Rafe rubbed your back, shaking his head. “Doesnt have to be forever, baby.”He answered.

“But- but just cause we arent kids doesnt mean we cant be registered as missing people.They’ll come after us.”You told them.You knew that nobody outside of this room actually cared about you enough to report you as missing but you were scrambling through your thoughts, desperately hunting for a reason to stay on the shitty island that you had learned to love so much.Topper shrugged, not really caring.

“Guys, guys. Okay, look. You’re all fucked, ill admit it. But thats fine! Are you guys forgetting that I still have a house- you guys can just stay there until this whole thing blows over just like you always have!”You reminded them, hoping they’d agree. “This isnt gonna blow over, (Y/N). I cant come back here.”Rafe told you, becoming aggravated.

“THEN MOVE IN! All of you guys, you can just move in, okay? You dont have to leave- I still have my moms money! We’ll figure it out as we go and…. And it’ll be fine.”You insisted. “Move in with you?”Rafe asked. You nodded, wiping your nose. “You practically live with me already, it wont be that different.”You told him, gripping his hand.

It was a messy blur as Rafe packed his things, grabbing anything that he thought could be important. A photo of his mother, his birth certificate and diploma, laptop and ipad, the Frozen ll record. Kelce and Topper just watched, neither of them ready for anything like this so early in the morning.

Maybe if you werent so tired and upset you wouldnt have said it, but here you were in Rafe’s truck, a dufflebag full of his things at your feet with the boys in the backseat as he drove to your house, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as the thoughts finally took over his brain. Kelce had got aggravated and shut down his phone entirely, staring out the window.

The last thing you were expecting was to come down your road only to see a car that was practically falling apart already in your driveway, a tall man with his hands over his forehead as he tried to look in your windows. “What the fuck….”Rafe muttered, reaching for the door handle when you gripped his hand. “Dont, we dont know what he’s doing.”You told him, hoping he’d listen.

Turns out he wasnt the one you had to worry about, Kelce swinging his door open and sprinting up your driveway before anyone could even stop him. Wherever Kelce went Topper went, the boy struggling to get the seatbelt over his cast before jumping out of the truck and nearly falling into a puddle. “ESCUSE ME! MR SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOKING IN MY HOUSE?”Kelce shouted, purposely making his voice deeper.

The man turned, confused as to why two half asleep teenage boys were walking towards him. “Your house?”The man asked. “Yes, sir. You ever heard of a gay couple before?”Topper asked, making Kelce break character for a moment.

“Well, no, its not that. Its just that I thought this was someone elses house.”The man muttered, confused. You had slid down your seat, hoping that the man wouldnt see you. “He’s about to leave.”Rafe whispered.

“Who’s the other guy in the car?”The man asked, pointing to Rafe’s figure. Kelce glanced over at Topper with wide eyes, trying to think. “Our son.”Kelce replied, cringing the moment he said it. The man only looked more confused, looking between the two boys. “How old are you guys?”The man asked, clearly not buying their story.

“Excuse me? Are you saying that we’re too old to have a son? I did not spend years training for a medical degreee to have some random old man come and tell us how old our son can be!”Topper exclaimed. “I didnt spend years trying to find a surrogate and figuring out a way to make a robot nanny for this!”He sighed, trying his best not to smile.

“Could you please leave the property before we call the police?”Kelce asked. The man was beyond confused at this point, quickly making his way to his shitty car before slowly backing out of the driveway, eyes still scanning the area before he gave up and went down the street.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to get up when Rafe placed his hand on top of your head to keep you down. “Hes coming around again.”He whispered to you, taking in a shaky breath and holding it in his lungs as the car passed a second time. Topper and Kelce were standing by the door, staring at Rafe almost as telling him to get out and make a run for it.

“Open the door in 3...2…”You didnt wait, jumping out and running towards the house, typing in the key pad as quick as you could, Topper’s hand pushing you inside. “Here he comes again!”He exclaimed, coming in right behind you along with the others before Rafe slammed the door shut and locked it, letting out a laugh.

“Oh god, that was scary.”He chuckled. Kelce and Topper nodded as well, eventually laughing. “Was that my dad?”You asked. “Maybe.”Topper answered. Now that you thought about it, your dad didnt same important. Nothing did. You lived on a huge rock that’s floating around space and you’re concerned about your dad when your boyfriends best friends are moving in.

“What’d you tell him?”You asked. “We told him that we’re a gay couple, Topper’s a doctor and Rafe is our child.”Kelce replied. You giggled, snorting. “I mean, as you should.”You replied. “Hell yeah.”Kelce grinned. Topper tapped at his arm. “Bro, you wanna get married?”Topper asked. Kelce laughed again, nodding.

“I’ll get baptised and get you guys married!”Rafe volunteered, all of you turning to look at him. “Did you just say baptised?”Kelce asked. Rafe nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that not the right word?”He asked. Topper shook his head. “The word is ordained.”He informed the tall boy. “He’s trying his best.”You replied, sitting down on the chair that you werent used to sitting in.

“You think he’s gonna come back?”You asked. Topper groaned, sitting down. “Well, I hope not. I dont want my husband and I to have to fight him.”He grinned. You rolled your eyes, changing positions in the chair. “Did he look like me?”You asked, leaning your head against the arm rest, groaning when Rafe pushed your legs aside and sat down with you.

“Not really… he had rat tails for eyebrows.”Kelce replied, putting his fingers over his eyebrows. “Do I have rat tail eyebrows?”You asked, grinning when Rafe reached forward and poked your eyebrow, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “You wish.”He replied. “Fuck off.”You answered. “Dont be fucking rude.”He grinned, kissing you quickly before pulling away with a small smile.

You were shocked, trying to hide your surprise. It wasnt like you werent used to kissing Rafe by now, it was just that he had never done it in front of the boys before. They looked nearly as confused as you, the thought of Rafe kissing you in front of them never even being a concern until now. They were used to him getting most of your love and attention but that had just stirred something within them.

“So how are we gonna do this? I dont know about you guys but im not going back to my house anytime soon.”Kelce announced. Rafe lifted his head, looking over to the boy. “You could always sneak in your own window to grab your things...maybe wait until theyre at work. What about you, Top?”Rafe asked, turning his attention to the blonde boy.

“What do I have at my house that I need? Like, really need.”He asked, grinning when none of you could answer. “Problem solved.”He replied. “What time is it?”Rafe asked, breaking the silence. “Ten.”Kelce replied, closing his eyes as he leaned against the couch. “Im going upstairs to take a nap then.”Topper yawned, slowly making his way down the hall into the first floor guest room.

It was arguably the worst since it also worked as your moms office, a queen bed pushed into the corner. You wiggled out of Rafe’s grip, smiling when he whined. You went into the kitchen, grabbing a poptart. For the situation you felt rather calm, opening the silver package and taking a bite of one of the sweet pastries.

The energy in the house felt different than it had yesterday. You werent sure why, maybe it was just the comfort of knowing that the boys were going to be living with you now and you wouldnt have to worry as much about Rafe or Topper’s relationship with his mom.

“So how are we gonna handle this?”Kelce asked, confusing you. “The house, I mean. You have this whole house and like...30 million dollars. We can literally redecorate however we want, maybe even clean out your moms office if youre okay with it.”He suggested.

You nodded, the idea of getting the memory of your mother cleansed from your life sounded appealing. His excitement took over as he opened his amazon prime app, looking for new decor. “How do you feel about your moms room?”He asked, not wanting to push your limits. You shrugged, swallowing part of the pastry. “Shes not using it.”You replied, surprised by how morbid you sounded.

He simply nodded, shifting in his seat as he added things to his cart. “Can we redo your room? It’s been the same color since we were fourteen.”Rafe suggested. You shrugged, not really caring. You didnt spend a large amount of time in your bedroom anyways. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes, seeing a little red bubble next to your messaging app that let you know that you had gotten a text. Curious, you opened it.

As soon as you saw who it was a pit grew in your stomach, eyes widening. It was her. “Sweet words, (Y/N).”The text read. You knew that it was your uncle just trying to mess with you but it still caused your anxiety to skyrocket, deciding to block the number and place your phone between your thighs, taking in a deep breath through your nose.

Topper dragged his feet, coming out of the room with a frown. “That’s the most uncomfortable bed in all of history.”He muttered, sitting down on the couch instead. “You can go upstairs.’You reminded him, feeling your phone buzz against your inner thigh.

He just hummed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “How long was I in there?”He asked. “Literally not even ten minutes.”Kelce replied, still scrolling. “Did I miss anything?”Topper asked. You didnt reply, breaking off another piece of the poptart. “We’re gonna redecorate the house.”Kelce answered. Topper nodded, lifting his head.

“Does that mean that office too?”Topper asked. You nodded, staring at a spot on your carpet. “Does that mean we get to open the file cabinet in the guest room?”He asked, all of you looking over at him. The thought made you feel nauseous. Even if she wasnt here to yell at you you knew that opening the file cabinet would still scare you anyways.

“If theres a dead body in there I swear to god-”You muttered, earning a chuckle from Rafe. “A body couldnt fit in there.”he replied, making your eyebrows furrow. “How do you know where bodies can fit?”You asked. “No, no. Like, its not….well...maybe a raccoon body.”He admitted. “Rafe!”You exclaimed, smacking his thigh.

He rolled his eyes, pulling you into his lap. “There’s no raccoon body.”He answered. “I think theres a raccoon body.”Kelce replied. “Theres not.”You answered. Topper grinned, skipping into the room and beginning to open the cabinet, the three of you following him. “Okay, who votes raccoon body?”He asked, his hand on the knob.

Kelce raised his hand, grabbing your arm to make you hold your hand up as well. “Ready?”Topper asked before pulling the door open, looking into it. His face fell immediately, not expecting this. “What?”You asked, stepping past Kelce and looking into the cabinet.Guns were being held by small metal pieces, multiple clear bags full of plants and needles on the floor, bullets on sashes hanging with the guns.

The two of you just stared, ignoring Rafe and Kelce until they came up behind you, equally as confused. “What the fuck?”Rafe asked, seeing the bags. Kelce slammed the doors shut, locking it. “We’re not telling anyone about this, right?”He asked, looking at all of you. “What are we gonna do with all that? We cant just keep it here!”Topper argued.

Rafe shrugged, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “We smoke the weed and throw the guns in the river, obviously.”Rafe answered. “We’re not smoking weed, Rafe.”You answered. “Well your mom didnt have a liscense to carry, right?”Kelce asked. You shook your head, figuring it would be hung up somewhere in the house to remind you of the power she had.

“Right, okay. So we cant call the cops and we cant keep it here.”Kelce answered, clicking the lock on the cabinet. “What’d your mom even do for a living?”Topper asked. You frowned, thinking back. You never really knew what your mother did, you just stayed quiet and hoped you wouldnt make her angry. She’d disappear for months, money would appear in your bank account, she’d pay the bills aned thats all you needed to know.

She’d have long phone calls with people in her office, grounding you if you even dared to listen. “I dont know.”You replied, cringing at how stupid you sounded. “She has these cabinets all over the house, doesnt she?”Kelce asked. “The one in her room is actual files.”You told him, hoping that there were no sorts of hidden things in her room.

“Should we go check?” Rafe asked, out of the room with a grin before any of you could even answer. You sighed, slightly annoyed that he was treating this like a scavenger hunt. “Its been here this whole time, im sure nothings gonna happen.”Kelce assured you, patting you on the shoulder before his fingers tickled your arm and wrist, gripping your hand and bringing you upstairs.

“I ordered some tapestries, succulents, fake vines and some new blankets for our new movie room.”He told you, nearly slipping up. “Movie room?”You asked, nearly slipping on the stairs. “Your mom has a big tv, I figured it could be like a second living room if you’re comfortable with that.”He answered, pausing at the top of the stairs so he could wait for you.

Rafe was in your mother’s room, carefully pulling on the drawers, eventually finding out that the top one was locked. He looked over at you, silently asking if you knew where the key was. You shook your head, letting go of Kelce’s hand and opening the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Your mother kept most of your medical documents and anything like that to herself along with basically everything that proved you existed. Baby photos, ultra sounds, old school tests. “We could just move it into the other guest room.”Rafe muttered, hoping he wasnt making you upset. You ignored him, looking through all the little colored tags, your eyes falling on a silver tag, your eyebrows furrowing. No other ones had that color.

You picked it up, sitting down and reading it over. The words were all bundled together, ink scratches and smudges told you that it wasnt a serious document. The only word you could make out was ‘arsonist’. Nothing else was eligible. “Can we take it right now?”You asked, placing the paper on the floor and closing the drawer. Rafe nodded, Kelce grabbing one side while Rafe grabbed the other. Topper grinned, leaning against your mothers unused desk.

“I would help but my arms broken.”he laughed, watching as Kelce struggled, walking backwards. “Some moral support would be great.”Kelce rolled his eyes. You grinned, slowly clapping. “Great job, guys. You’re doing great moving that illegal file cabinet.”You held back a laugh. They turned carefully, shuffling as they eventually got to the guest bedroom.

“How do you feel about this?”Topper asked, sitting down on the chair. You sighed, shrugging. “I mean, you know. Its not that I dont love the idea of you guys being here but like… its the circumstances.”You answered, sighing when he pulled you closer with his good arm, rubbing your back. “Thanks a lot for this, though. Like in all seriousness im really grateful that you’re in my life.”He blushed, looking up at you. You smiled, kissing his nose lightly.

“I mean, I do provide you with half of the drama in your life.”You giggled, kissing him gently. “Where does the other half come from?”He asked. You shrugged, sighing. “Probably you.”You answered. “I cant believe you’d say that to me! You know im at a bad place in life and you put me in this terrible situation when you know that!”He fake cried, bursting into laughter.

“Kourtney dont laugh at me!”You exclaimed. You felt a vibration under your feet, hearing a loud, dramatic sigh and the sound of skin colliding. They had successfully moved the file cabinet, the door closing as their loud footsteps hit the floor as they entered your mother’s room again. Rafe took a moment to look around, sometimes forgetting that the room even existed.

It was the biggest room in the house, the ceiling going up at least twenty feet with only glass separating the room from the outside world. His mind wandered, thinking of all the fun nights the two of you could have in here watching the stars or listening to the rain.

The bed was large and still, the blankets and sheets unwrinkled and untouched. He understood why you were creeped out by the house now, feeling like he didnt belong in the room. You all took turns trying to figure out what the writing said, eventually deciding that it probably wasnt even in english. “Should we put it through google translate?”Rafe asked, staring at the paper.

Kelce shook his head. “Nah, its not reliable. I tried using it for spanish class in freshman year and I got detention.”He replied. “Well thats definitely not spanish. Maybe its like…. Ancient text.”Topper suggested, causing you to frown. “I highly doubt that my mother would know an ancient text.

Maybe we should just leave it.”You answered. Although you werent exactly satisfied with it you just didnt feel like spending your time trying to decode a random paper. They didnt seem satisfied either but didnt want to push you, putting the paper down on the desk where it would be safe from your footsteps.

Of course the boys just couldnt stay at the same place for long periods of time, deciding to suggest that you guys go out to a store to get some paint for the boring walls. You agreed, the four of you getting into your car instead of Rafe’s truck, locking all the doors and windows before you left.

Kelce didnt suggest a McDonalds run which caused you to frown, knowing that he was probably too stressed to want to eat. You guys went into Walmart with one goal, heading right for the paint section and looking at the wall of colors. “Lets get four colors and kind of just make it up as we go.”Kelce muttered, looking at all the different shades.

“We could all pick one out.”Topper suggested, reaching forward and picking a bright green. You agreed, picking a shade of light purple, watching as Kelce picked the color toffee biscuits and Rafe went for cotton blue. You doubted any of the colors would actually look good together but that wasnt the point of the project.

It was more about making the room look fun rather than nice. Kelce grabbed a few large paint brushes, the four of you leaving before you could get distracted by anything that you didnt need. Topper decided to get right to work, spilling some paint on the floor as he dragged the brush along the wall, creating bright stripes.

“I have an artistic vision! Trust the process!”He exclaimed, feeling your judgemental eyes on him. You didnt say anything, watching Kelce struggle to connect his phone to your speaker, playing the first song on his playlist.

Line without a hook. Topper looked over at you, almost like he was silently asking you if you had told the boys about his top secret playlist. You shrugged, not wanting to give anything away to the others.

“Oh my god, I love this song.”Rafe dunked his brush in the light blue, making a smiley face on the wall. “Can I paint an onion?”He asked. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he wanted to put an onion on the wall.

“Ogres are like onions! We have layers!”Kelce laughed. “Who is we? Are you an ogre, Kelce?”Topper asked, not taking his eyes off of the bright stripes, painting a circle on the top. “Topper Harry Katherine Thornton, are you painting a penis on my wall?”You asked, connecting the dots.

He grinned, ignoring you. “Of course not.”He replied, painting frantically so that you couldnt stop him, green drops rolling down the wall. You picked up your paint brush, painting two circles quicklly before pushing the brush into the center of each, laughing to yourself.

“Guys, really?”Rafe asked. “Cant we make the wall wholesome?”He asked. You shook your head, a smile on your face. “Says you of all people, Rafe.”You shook your head. “She got you there.”Topper replied, dragging the brush across the painting and blending it out so there was no longer a penis on your wall.

“What are you doing now?”You asked, wanting to one up him. “What are you doing now?” He mocked you. Somehow you ended up splashing Topper with paint and getting tackled into the mattress as he held the paintbrush over you, trying to get the bright green liquid on your face while you held his arm back.

“Im gonna murder you!”You laughed, rolling over under him so your face was against the mattress. “Im gonna paint your hair!”He laughed, holding the brush just above it. “Topper, dont mess with her hair.”Kelce took the brush away.

Topper groaned, falling next to you on the mattress. His eyes were closed, the sun from the window casting a beautiful glow over his face, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, your arm resting on his torso.

It didnt take long for painting to be forgotten, a few cheap bristles sticking to the wall with messes of colorful lines and unfilled shapes. The song changed, followed by a loud gasp from Rafe. “This is my favorite song!”He smiled, hitting his knees with his fists repeatedly.

He didnt know what about it made him so happy, whenever he heard it it reminded him of you guys. “You know what we should do?”Topper asked. “No.”Kelce replied while Rafe rewinded the song to listen to his favorite part again.

“We should make soup. Like, spicy soup with potatoes.”He replied, mouth watering. “We could just order soup.”Kelce replied, not in the mood to go downstairs and hunt for ingredients. “Order soup from where?”Topper asked. Kelce simply shrugged, shifting around and putting his arms under his body.

That had been a week ago. Since then a lot had happened. You guys had developed a system, Kelce could do his laundry on Saturdays, Rafe on Mondays and Topper’s just got mixed in with yours.

It was a love and hate relationship to have them there with you. You didnt regret your decision but sometimes things would get difficult. Grocery shopping was the worst since nobody could decide what they wanted and you had all agreed not to eat out as much.

“We need an actual meal, we cant just eat chips for everything.”Topper would grumble, realising he didnt even really know how to cook. That just lead to late flights of searching for recipes o pinterest and watching Gordon Ramsey tiktoks until they decided to try and make bake and shake chicken. That didnt really work out well, having to open all of your windows and get the smoke out of your house.

Then you guys decided to take a new approach, finding a ton of frozen pizzas and ingredients for sushi. Kelce was the only one who had any idea of what he was doing since he had always been talented in the kitchen, specifically with breakfast. That became more of a safe meal for you guys, making extra food in the morning to eat later for dinner until you got sick of toast, eggs and bacon.

Kelce ended up banishing you all to the pool so that he could decorate properly, vines hanging from the door ways and landscape tapestries hanging in your living room, hallway and your mother’s old bedroom. “How long do you think he’s gonna be?”You asked, floating on your back in the shallow end, letting out a yelp when Topper grabbed you and dragged you to the deep end.

“I dont know, probably like three days.”He replied, finally letting go once you were in the middle of the pool. “We could survive three days in the pool.”You replied, watching Rafe shake his head. “With my allergy to the sun?”He asked, making you turn over, going underwater for a moment. “You dont even sunburn.”You told him, splashing water in his direction before swimming away quickly so that he couldnt get back at you.

Kelce kept getting calls from his parents that were asking him to come home but he never did. They knew where he was, if they wanted him back so badly they’d drive over and take him away. “Guys, i’ve finished my creation.”Kelce announced, coming outside. “So we can come in now?”Topper asked, gripping the ledge of the pool and pulling himself out, falling onto his stomach as he struggled to get up.

“Yes, you can come in now! Hurry!”Kelce yelled excitedly before going back inside, waiting impatiently for you guys to hurry. Rafe helped you out of the pool, tossing you your towel so that you wouldnt trail water through your house. “Guys! Come on!”Kelce shouted again, the three of you walking across the hot pavement quickly.

“I’ll clean up the water after- just come see what I did!”He said again. You rolled your eyes, walking into the house. Goosebumps formed on y0our skin from the cool air, eyes widening as you looked at the kitchen. He had bought a plaid tablecloth for the table, vines hanging from the ceiling and doorways, a tie dye tapestry hanging in your living room. It looked like he had taken the time to wipe down every surface and vacuum any mess of broken spaghetti or eggshells that had been kicked under the fridge.

“Do you like it?”He asked, unable to read your shocked expression. “Kelce, im gonna be honest with you. I feel like im in pixie hollow right now.”You grinned, making him smile. “I think thats a good thing- but upstairs is better!’He exclaimed before making his way up the stairs. He was right.

There were marble heart shaped tiles hanging on the walls of the hall, a sign on the new hangout spot that was made out of drift wood. He opened the door, revealing bean bag chairs on the floor, a new carpet, a light yellow canopy hanging over the bed that had all new sheets and blankets on it as well.

He had even somehow managed to fix the paint on the wall so that there were different colored polka dots all over it. The boys seemed equally impressed, still taking it in. You hugged Kelce, not even caring that you’d get his clothes wet. “So I did good?” He asked, hugging you back. “You always do good.”You replied, feeling him hug you tighter.

“So you’re happy?”He asked, letting out a small sigh when you nodded. “I am happy, Kelce.”you replied, kissing him lightly. He smiled against you, taking in a deep breath. “I found a new recipe for fancy grilled cheese.”He told you, kissing your forehead. This was something that you loved about having them live with you.

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I hope I'm not too late 🥺 I'm on mobile and cant see times!!!! If I am too late please ignore BUT IF NOT...............I would die for some soft, wonderful reassurance sex HCs for ikesen Mitsuhide, slbp Ieyasu(of course!!!), and ikevamp Jean? Sometimes it's hard to accept you're loved. I hope you and yours are well, and happy birthday 💕🍰

You were not too late, you were well within time! 💕💕💕 And I’m so glad because this ask is beautiful. 😩😭💕 It can be really hard to accept that fact (even when it’s a fact!), so here’s how I think IkeSen Mitsuhide, SLBP Ieyasu, and IkeVamp Jean would do their best to make the thought stick in your head and your heart. Mitsuhide is a flow-y short drabble (I really loved the idea and didn’t want to cut ANY of it), Ieyasu is bullet points, Jean is a few short descriptive paragraphs. They are all soft but going under a cut where they belong. I hope you will enjoy them!

In your room one evening, you are dressed for sleep and Mitsuhide is not, since he just arrived. He’s frowning at you. But the touch of his hands (one on your cheek, one on your waist) is very soft. What tiny matters upset a mouse so badly, hmm? When you shake your head and move away, he lets you move but he moves with you, staying right in your space, not letting the two of you become disconnected in the room. If you want to be chased, you must remember I am very fast and do not play fair, he tells you gently. Tell me what is wrong. Not a request. He lets the silence between you stretch until it forces ugly fears out of your mouth in a spill, terrible and messy. Your tears follow the words. He tries to give you time to finish but in the end can’t stand to let you cry alone, so he takes you in his arms and tucks your head under his chin. Firmly. Then he sighs. Until you are empty, he says evenly, I will hold you. So for now, focus only on emptying your body of tears. I do not care about these clothes very much. That really starts you sobbing, that he would give you such sideways permission to ruin his fine kimono. He does exactly as he said he would: holds you until you seem to have no more tears left to make. Then he takes your hand and puts his arm around your back to guide you to your futon. Only somewhat kindly-- he’s frowning again-- he says, Lay down and listen well, little mouse, and he holds your hand to help you kneel and settle yourself on the softness. Empty? he asks. You nod, pitifully, not sure if you should hope he will stay or if you should hope he will leave you so you can go to sleep. You’re so wrung out from al these emotions. Good. He straddles your so quickly that for a moment you are more startled than sad. His hands are at the flat knot of your sleeping robe, and it makes you want to cry all over again. You don’t want to be pitied, you want to be worth. But he is very fast, and he does not play fair. Already your robe is open, already he has moved his hands to his own, sodden-shouldered, daytime clothes. If you had made this for me I would not have let you ruin it, he says lightly, shrugging the white cloth off his shoulders. Now. Do you know what a man does for a woman he loves? You have to shake your head, he’s asked something you can’t answer with any confidence. His mouth becomes a flat line, but he comes down to you and kisses your forehead as soft and sweet as a breeze. How can he do both things with the same mouth? He moves his legs to be inside yours-- you can’t see it, but you can feel him, and feel the slip of his kimono falling onto your legs. Mitsuhide hushes your choked whisper of his name and says When the woman he loves is empty, he fills her. And he does.

Ieyasu can, not very deeply down at all, understand why you might think this. And he resents the hell out of you for not seeing through him, but he resents himself more. Now he has to fix this.

C’mere, he says, slapping the bedding next to him. Right here. Now.

You pause but shuffle over and he tries not to sigh in relief. Take... you don’t need that, he gestures at your sleeping robe. Get rid of it.

Another night you might have tried to be modest, but your heart is so lonely and tired you don’t have the fight in you. So you just untie the robe and drop it without ceremony, put your head down, and prepare for him to berate you. You have to wonder what invective he’ll unleash, because he’s never actually had anything bad to say about your body before, only your cooking and your mood and your...

He mumbles something you can’t understand, so you look up out of habit to try to read his lips.

I don’t see anything I don’t like, he says, trying to invite your understanding with his eyes instead of glaring at you (he can tell it is not working).

Oh, hell, just come here, he says, yanking you down by the wrist until you’re all knees around his lap and at least as confused as you are sad. He sucks his teeth and then goes for it, grabbing your cheeks with his books-and-medicine scented hands and pressing his mouth to yours.

Hard, several times. Then softer, winding down.

I don’t hate you, he whispers. When you are this close and no one who is a danger to you can hear it, that’s when he can say it.

So he keeps you as close as he can, and the best way he can think of to do that is to get you safely between his bedding and his body.

His brows are down so severely he looks like he’s pouting, and while you don’t think anyone saying “I don’t hate you,” even in a whisper, is the same as being told “I love you,” you do think he means it.

For someone who literally yanked your body to his, he’s tender the rest of the night-- his eyes are hot whenever they meet yours from his space between your legs, and his tongue is so much softer than sharp as he works you over.

Still, you cry out Why? as he breaks you, and your mind is so mixed up for a moment you think you are imagining the slippery, tangy kiss he gives you. But you are not.

Why not? he says against your mouth. He’s close again, he can be honest. This is what people do when they are in love. And I... hells, woman. Read the room.

There’s a franticness to his tone that stirs your pity (and perhaps your sense), and you ask in a small voice if you can touch his hair.

Why aren’t you doing it already, he grumbles. And that exchange is so normal it is like a powerful arrow, shot right through the stormcloud that has moved over your heart. It lets it a golden beam of sun, warm and known and nourishing. The comfort of undeniable love, even if unexpressed.

He mumbles something you can’t hear as he puts his own fingers in your hair and presses his forehead to yours. But you know what it is.

Jean knows what it is to feel unloved, so he’s horrified when he finds you and you tell him your fear. He also can’t understand why you have the fear-- to him the two of you are so very close and in tune with one another, you don’t always understand each other but this is a very significant truth to misunderstand. He wants to fix it but he grapples with his own heartbreak that what he thought were clear declarations of his love for you (and devotion to you!) somehow fell short. Still, he kisses your hand and declares again. “I do love you. Only you. I will find a way to make this unmistakable.”

But he is not sure how to avoid further mistake. So he asks the great lovers of history who conveniently live with you both. He receives some strange advice, some terrible. He takes the gently-given suggestion that he should go out of town with you, try in a new setting with a very comfortable bed.

“Is there any mistake?” he asks above you in that bed. Your weekend away has restored you, brought you closer. You think of his hand brushing yours, once, twice, then sliding his fingers along and between, into the places where he fits so well. As soon as you begin to shake your head, his mouth is on yours and he is sighing in obvious relief. “Just to be sure,” he says between kisses, “I am going to tell you a hundred times tonight.” When you tell him you probably will not keep count, he promises that he will. and he does, even as he touches you with so much purpose a mathematician in his place would surely have lost count and had to begin again. Jean can’t begin again because he won’t stop-- his body serves yours, covers yours, loves yours the entire night. He goes over the mark by a few, loving you. He does not mind, and by the time he is done you are asleep and your mouth is curved in the peaceful contentment he knows is love, because he recognizes it from his own face in the mirror since he fell in love with you. He will tell you that when you wake up.

#ikesen mitsuhide #slbp ieyasu #ikevamp jean #ikesen headcanon #slbp headcanons #ikevamp headcanons #moonlit--river #pseu posts instead of saving: extreme dope edition #pseu slings

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stickyy · 3 years

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could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡

thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!

warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s

word count: 1.5 k

note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D

AFTERMATH

The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.

“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”

You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways.

The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.

You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.

“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.

She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence.

But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.

“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.

“You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”

“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle.

Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.

(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)

You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her.

(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)

“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.

“I can heat that up for you.”

“‘M not hungry.”

That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval.

She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop.

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theobxhummingbird · 4 years

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Little love. -Luke Patterson x Reader.

Summary: A few songs, to confessions and apologies.

Here are the requests: Heya! If requests are still open, can I please request a JATP Luke fic where both him and the reader are alive, and Luke and the reader both write music but the reader is down because of family reasons and cant seem to write, so Luke writes a song for her to help inspire her and he tells her he had fallen for her and it’s super duper fluffy and cuddly and sweet at the end ✨🥺

Platonic! Alive! Reggie, Luke and Alex (jatp) x Reader where she is the youngest in the band and starts sleeping at the studio more and more? The boys get worried until they find out her dad kicked her out. Maybe soft Luke, Reggie and Alex protective older brother cuddles? Sorry this didn’t really make sense!

A/N: I wrote songs for the imagine--seriously...🥺 Judge them, hate them, love them, I won’t be mad, because they’re ridiculous. Thank you to the requests and enjoy the imagine.

They could be heard from the street, and it made all the lights flicker in the neighborhood houses. The people were wondering what’s being thrown in the Y/L/N household, until everything was very clear to them. Together with a backpack, and her guitar bag, the door shut in front of Y/N’s face. Her chin touched her chest, and she started sobbing. Reaching for the backpack and the guitar, Y/N started walking away from the house.

She was supposed to be at rehearsal on time, and the four boys were waiting for her. But they didn’t expect her to come inside so slowly, and quietly get behind the piano. They had written a song, and it was the first trying it with the instruments. Luke, Reggie, Bobby, Alex; they were all trying to do their best, while playing the piano, came as an escape for Y/N, and they couldn’t notice anything wrong with her. But they changed their view on her state, when she looked up at them; as her eyes spoke the language of sadness.

-Are you okay? –said Alex, holding her shoulder.

-Yes—I am—just wanted to tell you that I’ll write some music first then leave the studio, so leave me the keys.

-Here captain. –Reggie dropped them in her hand, and gave her a hug, as all three boys followed him, Luke hugging her a bit longer.

-You’ll be fine. –he said, and pinched her nose, before heading for the door. Was she? Y/N didn’t even know herself. Her chin rested on her knees, as tears flooded her eyes again. It was the first time she had ever argued with her parents, with the outcome of them getting way too mad at each other, and ending it with kicking their daughter out.

-Why me? Why do I always have to take the faultiness? –she cried into her knees. The night was long, and Y/N was alone in the studio. Only, now, lit by a lamp, she took out her journal, and a pen. She was ready to spill out everything into words, which was the best way of reminiscing the words of her parents. Believe in me; she wrote at the top of the notebook.

“That night I heard, a broken voice from a bird, and by every word, I couldn’t feel no more.” She scribbled words and then sentences, until it turned into a complete song: “Believe in me, I’m not a lie, what I love is what I never hide. And those empty streets, that are filled with melodies, you’re hurting with your dissimilarities.”

-The morning came, and she wasn’t even aware, until a big shadow hovered over her, blocking the sunlight that was warming her face.

-Y/N, wake up. –said a soft voice, as it nudged her slowly.

-Guys? –she stared at Luke, Reggie and Alex.

–What are you doing here—so—early?

-What are you, doing here so early? –said Reggie, -And why are you sleeping on the couch?

-I was—waiting for you and uh—had fallen asleep.-Oh—okay—then let’s get started with rehear-

-Wait Reggie, wait. –said Alex, and the guy stood back on his spot, -You’re lying to us, I can see it in your eyes. It’s not the look, when you’re telling the truth.

-Something was up with you since last night. And I didn’t say anything to you, thinking an alone time is what you need, but I can’t pretend that I don’t realize those pleading eyes. –said Luke, and sat down next to her.

-My dad kicked me out of the house last night. –she said.

Reggie gasped, but Alex’s reflex was quick to shut his mouth, by putting his hand on Reggie’s mouth and giving him a glare.

-Why? Did you have an argument?

-He didn’t approve his seventeen-year-old daughter, to play in a rock band. I tried to calmly talk to him, but he started yelling. We’ve had a financial crisis at home for a long time, and he took it out on me making music. Why does he think I’m making music? Only because I think of myself and my dreams? No, I also do it to help my parents. To give them as much as they’ve given me. But he didn’t even listen to me; just threw everything we had in the house, then—kicked me out.

-Did you give them a call, or did they—give you—never mind. –started Alex, but then threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, to comfort her.

-Never mind, I’ll fix this myself. I have a song. I mean—if you want to read it.

Luke took her journal, and opened to the page she told him, and quickly moved his eyes through the lyrics, and smiled at the words, -It’s beautiful. We’ll try the music for it later. Alex engulfed her in a hug, followed by Reggie, then by Luke. She melted into the shield of the three muscular boys. They projected warmth and love, that it was the easiest thing for her, to just tell them what she feels, because she knew they’ll first listen, then make a comment.

-I love you guys. –she wiped away her tears, and fixed herself. They brought breakfast along the way, and Y/N made the table so they could eat.

-I think we should write a song about hotdogs, you know? –Reggie spoke with his mouth full. –Just as a reminder, we should never eat them from wherever.

-You’re lucky you didn’t die, for else we would’ve written it on your stone. –said Alex.

-Y/N, we need to finish writing that song. –said Luke, as he looked at her not so concentrated self. Her fork sluggishly moved around the food, and she barely took a bite out of it.

-Huh—yeah, sure, we’ll finish it.

And they did. It was a beautiful song. He thought she wouldn’t be able to think of anything, but emotions had trapped her hard, that she thought of very breathtaking lines. They even tried it with the music, and were ready to add it onto the lists of the songs for the album.

Her head was slowly falling, and the boys decided to stay with her that night, and not leave her alone in the studio. Reggie was half asleep on the other couch, while Alex played with his drumsticks. Luke was holding his guitar, trying to think of some new words. Y/N’s head fell on her shoulder, and she was asleep, just like Reggie.

Luke looked over, to see her peacefully, with pouted lips, asleep next to him. It was painful seeing her in an uncomfortable position, so he picked her up in his hands, and placed her nicely on the couch, throwing a blanket over her body. Luke sat there for hours, observing her as she slept, and thought about the history the both of them had. He’s been observing her like that for a long time; since the day they met each other, but never knew how to express how he feels, scared it’s only one-sided.

The pen moved on the paper, making little dents as he wrote. Words were spilling out, as his eyes glanced at her, analyzing every detail of her face. Little love

- LITTLE LOVE

Closed eyes, pursed lips, one by one they tell me your sides,

Will I be able to fix what you feel?

Can I tame those wild tides?

And can I give a little love,

To my angel, of all the above.

Don’t remember them breaking words,

I don’t know, if there’s something you can remember,

But just leave them behind, and I’ll be your heart’s tender.

And just like a free bird,

Fly away from what you heard,

Brush away your pride,

And swim away with your sorrow tide.

But before you go, can I get little love,

Can I get those peaceful eyes?

And those warm lips,

To break away some of them boundaries?

Reggie and Alex were now, both, asleep, and Luke was alone with his written song. He tried to persuade himself into the confession through the song, without hurting her, because he knew she had such a hard time at the moment. But the next day, when he found a chance to be alone with her, Luke pulled her hand, and they both sat on the couch. He positioned his guitar, and gave her the written song. He started playing, and singing the words.

Y/N’s mouth fell apart, as her eyes widened a bit. She couldn’t even breathe in the moment, because Luke’s soft eyes didn’t leave hers, while he shot the words at her. He was such a sweet person, and she now remembered how much she admired him for the way all his emotions could be heard from his lyrics. But these—she thought she understood wrong, until the guitar dropped on the floor, and his hands were cupping her face. Their lips melted into each other, as her tears pecked his face. It was a moment of relief, and he couldn’t be more in need to take all her pain, and keep it to himself, so she doesn’t have to go through it.

-I love you. -he whispered when they split apart, and finally looked into her eyes.

-Our feelings are mutual, Luke Patterson. I love you too. And this song—is—just—perfect; flawless.

-Just like you. And I know you won’t agree, but I’ve never seen someone so responsible for everything in their life. You’ll get through this; we’ll get through this. You have my support and love like you always did.

-They won’t want me back, Luke.

-Yes they will, trust me. They’re your parents, and if there’s something the most important in their life, that’s you; their daughter. And I don’t doubt, they’re waiting for you. So—let’s go, we’ll fix this together, I’ll hold your hand till the house. You are doing what you love, and you’re doing it well, and it would be a loss if you leave it.

-Thank you so much for being next to me. Always. –she snuggled into him.

-I’ll forever hold you in my arms whenever something goes wrong. But just know, I’m doing everything so you don’t cry.

-I know; I hope I’ll be as sweet as you are. Writing me songs, and taking care of me.

-You’re already doing that, bird. You have your precious love, bewitch me. Isn’t that enough? –he kissed her forehead, and gestured her so they could leave for her parents’ house.

That night, not only were the boundaries between Luke and Y/N taken away, but also between her and her family. Now, they let her explain herself, and express the love for music, and all that was in their hands was to agree on her profession. As well as approve the relationship with the beautiful boy, that had as much as love for music as her—as well as for Y/N.

#luke patterson x reade #luke x y/n #luke patterson imagines #julie and the phantoms fan fiction #jatp netflix #jatp luke #jatp reggie #jatp alex #theobxhummingbird

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kakakakashi · 4 years

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Hokage’s Office: The Window

100 Follower Celebration - Day 7

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, kind of public sex, oral, Kakashi’s filthy mouth, also your filthy mouth because Kakashi is rubbing off on you, you know what to expect

Word count: 2,983

A/N: Happy birthday to my favorite soggy scarecrow fellow! 🎉 I hope someone brings him a clementine with a candle in it. I love him. I’m almost tempted to say it was worth it to stay up until 3:00AM to finish this. Btw, stick around until 5:30 for a surprise. 👀

Kakashi was supposed to be back any minute. He’d gone on a visit to the Hidden Mist, and he’d refused to let you accompany him no matter how much you begged. He insisted that no work would get done if you tagged along because you and Mei would spend the entire time catching up and having fun.

Well aware that he was only teasing, you’d given him an empty eye roll. However, you couldn’t deny there was some truth to his statement, so you surrendered. Now, you found yourself swiveling back and forth in his office chair, waiting for his return. He’d sent a letter ahead of him the previous day, informing you that he’d be back soon, but it only made you more impatient.

Shifting your weight, you hoisted yourself out of his chair in favor of looking out his window. The village looked so peaceful under the blanket of clear blue sky, and it made you smile to yourself while you situated your body on the windowsill. From your perspective, you could just barely see the training grounds you frequented with Kakashi.

Memories flashed through your brain of all the times you’d sparred together, and you couldn’t help taking your time reflecting on one specific sparring session. It was late at night when neither of you could sleep, and it ended with you two rolling around in the grass until he ended up taking you with a hand over your mouth while he bit into your neck to muffle his own noise.

The recollection sent a shiver down your spine, pooling fire in your lower stomach while a sensation similar to goosebumps prickled across your skin. Your slight wave of arousal would have been easy to suppress, but a wicked idea tempted you to encourage the fire. You knew Kakashi would love it.

Your brain started wandering back to that night. The way Kakashi worked you with his fingers had left you dripping, and when he finally fucked you, well, you felt like you were high on your orgasm for the next two days. You craved that same pleasure while you shifted your legs off the ledge. Your back was up against the window, and you faced the door head on. Thankfully, the windowsill was taller than Kakashi’s desk, so when he walked through the door, he would see your spread legs without any furniture in the way.

Since your vest had previously been discarded at the coat rack by the door, your hands were free to paw at your chest a bit and pinch at your nipples through the layers of fabric. It didn’t take you long to unfasten your pants and dip your hand under the fabric along with your underwear.

Your fingers teased your folds while your other arm dropped to the edge of the windowsill to steady yourself while you began to gently work yourself up. As you grew wetter, your fingers gathered your slick to help lubricate your clit while you worked around the sensitive little bud. The bubbling sensation beneath your stomach had your mouth dropping open silently while you continued your lazy pace. You were careful not to climb too high since Kakashi hadn’t even returned yet.

Oh, god, Kakashi. He was what you saw behind your eyelids every time they fluttered shut. You couldn’t help yourself. The way he worked your body always left you a ruined mess.

Your body felt numb and alive at the same time. Chills shook your very soul. It took every ounce of willpower to hold yourself back, but thankfully, after a few minutes of pleasuring yourself, you sensed a familiar electric chakra enter the building. The recognition made you smirk to yourself. As it approached the room, you found your mouth dropping open and your panting increasing while your hand exaggerated your movements against your hips. You wanted to really put on a show for him.

The door clicked open for Kakashi to appear in his usual uniform. He nearly choked on air at the sight of you behind his desk, but he quickly composed himself. After the door fell shut behind him, he reached his hand behind himself blindly in order to lock it with a loud click. Meanwhile his eyes never left your flushed form.

His smug expression was easy to read, even through his mask. The deliberate strides he took towards you made your teeth dig into your lower lip to bite back a smile. However, you didn’t bother stopping your ministrations to your clit.

Without a word, Kakashi stood between your legs, running his gloved palms from your knees upwards across your thighs.

“Look at you,” he practically growled. His eyes flickered towards where your lip was caught between your teeth and where your lidded gaze bore into him, “touching yourself in the Hokage’s office. You know, anyone could have walked in and seen you like this.”

You let your lip slip free before you panted, “I wanted you, and I got impatient.”

Kakashi shook his head while his crooked smile returned under his mask. “So, you thought it would be a good idea to fuck yourself on my windowsill while you waited for me. What if someone walked by? Do you think they’d notice? Probably not if you kept going like that, but you’d probably like it if someone caught you, wouldn’t you? Naughty little thing.”

“Kakashi.” Now, your hand retreated from between your legs to steady yourself while your other hand moved to pull Kakashi’s mask down over his chin. His face was merely an inch from yours when you leaned in to meet his lips in a tender yet hungry kiss.

The kiss spoke all the words you’d yet to say to each other. It whispered, “I missed you.” It cried, “I love you.” It gasped, “I’m so glad you’re safe.” It screamed, “I need you.” Most importantly, it promised, “I want this.” It was always nice to have this wordless communication with Kakashi, especially when his mouth danced against yours in desperation. With each second your lips crashed against each other, Kakashi grew more impatient. His tongue licked over your lower lip after nipping at the swollen flesh. It made you gasp, and Kakashi took the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours while you gripped onto his vest.

From their place on your thighs, Kakashi’s fingers crept up to your hips to dig into the flesh, probably bruising the tender skin there. However, while your attention was on Kakashi’s lips and your burning lungs, he took the opportunity to fist his hands into the fabric of your slack pants and panties to tug on them.

Taking the hint, you pulled away from the kiss with labored breath just enough to wriggle out of the fabric with Kakashi’s help. He then fell to his knees and propped you further on the edge to have better access to your glossy, pink cunt when he nudged your knees apart.

The drumming of your heart in your chest left you almost lightheaded, and when Kakashi began trailing kisses up the inside of your thighs, you sighed quietly. It felt like heat prickled each time his lips pressed against your skin. He went so far as to suck and nip at the flesh more the closer he got to where you wanted him. Your hips impatiently bucked when he left a particularly nasty mark that would undoubtedly bruise only a few inches from your pussy.

The gasp that left your lips had Kakashi chuckling against your skin, and you swore you were so desperate for his touch, you were going to scream. However, right when you were about to grab a handful of his lovely silver locks, Kakashi dove between your legs to lick a large, flat stripe from your entrance to your clit, leaving the wind stolen from your lungs yet again. Your entire body jolted at the sensation before Kakashi wasted no time in tracing around your entrance before plunging his tongue inside your dripping opening. You moaned out at the beautiful intrusion, and it spurred Kakashi on. With each pump of his tongue, you felt like you were falling, doing your best to ground yourself on the edge of the windowsill.

When his ministrations traced up your folds to flick the tip of his tongue at your clit, your fingers flew to the back of his head while you released a whine. Your head fall back, hitting the cool glass of the window while your hips unconsciously bucked in search of more contact.

You couldn’t contain your noises if you wanted. Your entire body was buzzing with euphoria when Kakashi closed his lips around the little bud and sucked softly. You writhed at the electricity Kakashi sent to the core of your very being. He smirked against your folds while his fingers joined his mouth, replacing his previous place at your entrance. Between Kakashi’s tongue dragging against your clit, and his fingers just barely teasing your hole, you could tell that you weren’t going to last long.

When Kakashi plunged a finger inside you, he smirked at the tight fit. Your cunt was already beginning to flutter around his single digit. He began pumping it in and out of you, and the penetration had your hips canting in search of more. He obliged with a second finger. However, before he started pumping again, he worked you open with a scissoring motion that stimulated you in a new way. You could feel the coil at the base of your spine tightening while Kakashi worked, and you knew you were beginning your ascent into bliss.

When Kakashi entered a third finger inside you, you cried out his name. The squelching sound of him working you with his crooked fingers was particularly filthy. Your hand in Kakashi’s hair tightened when he hit a certain spot inside you that had you squeezing his fingers for dear life. The desperate cry that escaped your lips left Kakashi moaning against your cunt, and the vibrations had your head spinning. The more he worked you, the hotter your skin became. You swore your entire being was on fire, and that coil inside you was stretched to the limit. Kakashi noticed the way you clenched around his fingers, and he knew you were about to cum.

With a particularly violent suck to your clit, Kakashi had he world crashing around you. You moaned his name wile your body lost control, and you allowed the all-consuming light to take over your body, leaving your entire soul feeling like you saw heaven. He worked you through the waves of your high until you were bucking with oversensitivity, and then he pulled away. You could only stare at him with wide eyes while he wiped the glossy slick across his chin on the back of his hand.

He didn’t waste a beat before he was peeling off his shirt, exposing all the lean muscle and scarred skin across his ungodly torso. Your top was quick to follow. Once he’d unhooked your bra and threw it across the room, he pushed down his pants and underwear to about his mid-thigh. His angry, red erection sprung free from the fabric, leaving your mouth watering with the sight of precum dripping from the flushed tip. You were already desperate for him to fuck you, and you’d barely come down from your first orgasm. He stroked the hot, hard flesh a few times before he pressed your body further back against the cool window. His cock was only an inch away from your core, but you knew better than to take matters into your own hands.

“Beg for it.”

His hips barely moved to rub his tip across your folds, the drop of his precum mixing with your own arousal. A shudder wracked your body when he brushed his dick across your abused clit, and he moved lower to circle your entrance, prodding you just enough so his tip caught inside you. Your thighs twitched at the desire for more, but you kept your hips still.

“Please.” You whispered, the word coming out in a desperate sigh amidst your panting breath.

You bit along your lower lip in an attempt to keep your composure, but it only further amused Kakashi. He pushed in a fraction more before he retreated to his previous position. You were left gasping and grabbing onto his shoulders, but he clamped his hands onto your hips to keep you still. The emptiness inside you left your brain fuzzy.

“Sorry, doll, I couldn’t quite hear you.”

A whine bubbled up in you and spilled past you lips in a desperate plea. “Please!”

His hips immediately crashed into yours with a forceful thrust, sheathing himself so deep inside you, you felt like your soul was jarred from your body for a moment. Every nerve in your body was alight with excitement, and the lovely stretch of Kakashi’s throbbing length had your eyes rolling back while your pussy clamped down on the new intrusion.

He didn’t even give you time to adjust, already fucking into you at a feral pace. The filthy sound of him sheathing himself inside your wet cunt mixed with the slapping of his skin against yours. Low grunts tumbled from his mouth with each slam of his hips into yours, and you were struggling to keep your own noises under wraps. Your entire body felt like it was floating.

When Kakashi noticed you trying to suppress your little moans into quiet whimpers, he growled, “Louder. The entire village needs to know who you belong to.”

His filthy words combined with his brutal pace had you obliging with no resistance, moaning out his name in pleasure. Your nails dug into the hard muscles shifting his back while your legs wrapped around his franticly thrusting hips. Your toes curled at the slightly shifted angle, and Kakashi groaned into your ear.

“That’s it.” He grunted as punctuation. “Let everyone know who fucks you like this. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to. This tight, wet little pussy that takes my cock so well.”

You could feel your body beginning to float towards release again with each time Kakashi’s hips ground against your clit. Electricity flowed through your veins while your back arched, and your nipples rolled against Kakashi’s hard chest for a bit of friction.

“Fuck, Kakashi, yes! You! Nobody fucks me like you! Ah!” Your head was spinning faster and faster. You could feel that string deep inside you beginning to fray under the pressure of Kakashi’s cock so deep inside you, it felt impossible for him to be fucking you this way. It was even better than the time on the training grounds.

When he shifted one of your legs higher on his rippling back, he hit that special spot inside you again.

You cried out, and you clenched around Kakashi’s throbbing member. As he continued working on that specific spot, you could feel yourself spiraling into bliss.

“That’s right,” Kakashi groaned loudly, “Come for me like you so desperately wanted. Fuck! Had to have me right now, wanted me to fuck you up against my office window for anyone in the village to see. God, you’re such a slut. Go, on. Come on my cock.

Your walls were quivering around Kakashi when his thumb moved to circle your clit the way he knew had you seeing stars. “God, yes! Don’t stop!”

The coil inside you snapped while you gripped onto Kakashi for dear life. Your body broke before you were consumed by ethereal, white hot pleasure. You squeezed Kakashi tight against your body while every muscle inside you tensed with your release. Your second orgasm had you trembling in Kakashi’s grip while his hips frantically stuttered against yours, not stopping for a minute. He didn’t even let you come down from your high. His hips kept moving, leaving you to take what he gave you.

The overstimulation had you clinging to his broad, lean frame while his member twitched inside you. Kakashi was close too. His noises becoming almost as loud as yours while his hips chased the velvety stimulation of your cunt.

“Yes! Kakashi! Keep going,” you screamed, “I can tell how close you are.” Kakashi bit into his lip while his grip on your hips tightened. Your body twitched against his while you felt yourself gradually approaching your third release. Meanwhile, Kakashi was in a frenzy similar to yours. His entire body was electric with pleasure, and you could tell he was enjoying this. Even in your state, you encouraged him, “Yes! I can tell how much you like fucking me for the whole village to see. You’re getting off on it like the dirty pervert you are, aren’t you?”

Kakashi groaned at that, and his hips tensed. Just your words had him tipping over the edge with a shudder ripping through his body, making its home at the base of his spine. His hot cum spilled inside you with the last few thrusts of his hips, and the warm feeling had you gasping out in pleasure. With his last few pumps inside you, he had you tumbling over the edge too. This time, your arm flew up to grip at the now steamy window to try to ground yourself. You went boneless while you both slumped against the glass. Stars coated both your vision while you recovered.

You were only brought out of your daze when Kakashi chuckled lazily. “You feel better now?”

You nodded in reply against his skin. Somehow, your hoarse voice managed to say, “Thank you.”

“Good girl.” Kakashi pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you could not only hear his smirk, but also feel it in his kiss. The thought made you smile as well, resting your head back against the window and closing your eyes in contentment.

#cherry's 100 follower celebration #naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #hi. i’m cherry queen of the sin bin.#cherry posts about ninja nerds #100

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gloriafc · 4 years

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Paul imprinting on Emily's best friend-Part 3

Paul imprinting on Emily’s best friend -Part 3? @laurastrutz

The only words that could repeat through Paul's head were, "She suffered a great number of internal damages. She will need to be put under a medically induced coma. When she wakes up she may have a slight case of amnesia from hitting her head on the road." Everyday he heard them echoing around in his head for weeks as he stared at your sleeping figure, no one could get him to move from his seat, except Emily, who promised she'd stay at your side until he got back from his nap and shower. He could only stare at the many tubes and wires connected to you, counting how many times your chest would rise in an hour.

Kim and Emily were both fine, the other driver crashed into the front drivers side of your car. Jared and Sam are both grateful you got them out okay, but they also won't let their imprints out of their sights. The two wolves made sure their friend was okay, but they knew he was basically dead inside, his life laying unconscious in the bed surrounded by balloons and flowers your best friend brought so you'd see something other than the dull walls when you woke up.

The other driver was okay. He did have to go into surgery, but when he was out, he alongside his family tried to say thank you. Of course that just pissed off Paul, if the other driver saw the stop sign, you wouldn't be in the hospital, all of the imprints would be safe and fine telling them about the movie they saw and the random things they bought that are now ruined or was barely salvageable.

When she woke up and found out what your condition was, Emily immediately called your dad, who sped his way to the hospital from Seattle. It wasn't the way he planned on meeting your boyfriend, but he could see just how much Paul cared about you, and that's all he could ask for his daughter especially at a time like this.

The two men quietly sat at your bedside everyday. Occasionally they'd talk, getting to know each other, telling stories of the random things you'd do.

When the doctors decided to take you off of the medication they informed your dad and Paul you wouldn't wake up right away, that your body would come to when you were ready. They sat for three days, taking showers in the hospital bathroom, taking turns to go get coffee. Emily would come everyday to make sure they ate. They'd constantly look at how different you looked without all the tubes on your face, and the wires connected to your body now gone, you looked somewhat normal. The only thing missing was the smile that was constantly on your face.

On the fourth day, they were both sat by the window, one of the rare sunny days in Forks that they knew you loved. They opened the curtains and windows and sat there staring outside. They were both so lost in thought they didnt hear you start to wake up until they heard a raspy voice say, "You both look like shit."

Their heads both snapped to your bed where you were laying wide awake and a soft smile on your face.

After the doctors checked and made sure you were okay and were checking to make sure your stats were normal. Paul's hand never left you. He was either holding your hand or drawing shapes on your arm or leg. Your dad was the one who called Emily. As you waited for her you turned to your dad, "Where's mom at?" He stops talking to the doctor to look at you, "Baby. Your mom died remember?" You look at him for a second before shaking your head, "Right. Yeah. I know." Before you can say anything the doctor quickly reassures you, "Dont worry. That's normal after an accident like yours. It's very common for cases like this. For little bits to be missing, it'll just take a few moments for your brain to correct itself. It should only happen for the next couple of hours."

About ten minutes later Emily runs into the room like a track star and practically jumps on top of you. You dad can only shake his head, "Dont break her already." Emily just shrugs with her arms wrapped around your shoulders, "Shes already in a hospital."

The next person to enter is Kim followed by Jared. You watch as she stops in the doorway before running and joining you and Emily on the small hospital bed.

Your dad leaves telling you he's going to get some actually sleep at your house, now that you're awake, leaving you with your two friends and three wolves. Despite just waking up, you were exhausted and quickly fell asleep after Emily put on a movie. Soon Kim and Emily followed, the three of you sharing one blanket and squished on one bed. The boys can only shake their heads realizing why you're all so quiet. "At least shes finally awake." Sam just chuckles, "At least they're all in one place. Just wait till Y/N gets discharged."

The doctors started you on physical therapy the next day, to get your body back into the activity it was used to before you could get discharged. You struggled but you pushed against it until you could walk on your own, even if you needed something or someone to help keep you on your feet. You didn't let anyone join you except the trainer and the doctors, not wanting Paul or Emily to stop you from pushing yourself.

When you get discharged you find yourself bouncing back quite fast, you still need help getting around but it's more like you just need someone to make sure you dont fall.

You called your sergeant to help you bounce back and he agreed knowing you need someone to push you but know the limits, and not Paul who'll hold back when he thinks you've had enough. You asked your dad to go on morning jogs with you, not knowing the wolves follow you in the tree line hidden by the shadows and bushes.

When you got cleared by the doctors your dad went back to Seattle and you were free to do what you normally did everyday.

Of course that didnt stop the boys from doing stuff for you, even if it was simple stuff, "I'm gonna get some water." "I got it." "What happened to you practically live here get it yourself?" "Don't worry about it."

You realized about a week after getting cleared for regular activity that three certain wolves tried to keep you, Kim, and Emily together constantly or you always had a wolf with you. You watched everyone before sneaking out in the middle of the night while Paul was asleep. You easily avoided any wolf on patrol and made your way to the beach. You stayed there all night with a small fire and blanket, thankful it was a warmer night.

When the sun started coming up you laughed as you heard howls coming from the woods and started a timer to see just how long it'd take for your boyfriend or one of the other wolves to find you.

As the sun slowly starts to rise higher into the sky you all hear a shout coming from the tree line, "Hey! What the fuck?!" You turn seeing a barely woken up Embry and Jacob. And with a shit eating grin you wave, "Hello friends."

You watch as they trudge their way through the sand before plopping down next to you, Jacob looking at you, "If I knew you getting discharged meant a wild goose chase before the sun was fully up, your ass would still be in a hospital bed." "How about I bring potato salad to dinner?" "What was I mad at you for?" With a smile you shake your head and stare out at the water, soon the boys leave to go find your boyfriend and tell him where you are.

Not even fifteen minutes later Paul is walking through the sand to get to you. Even though he's slightly mad at you he can't deny how beautiful you look with the breeze going through your hair as the early morning sun shines on your face. "How long have you been out here?" With a shrug you reply, "Since you fell asleep."

Paul cant say or do anything except step forward until you're in his arms, both of you staring at the water. You lose track of how many times the water reaches your feet, your mind focused on one thing in this perfect moment.

"Marry me." Paul looks at you thinking he misheard you, "What?" You turn to face him, staying in his arms, "One day, it doesn't have to be anytime soon. I want to take your last name. I want to marry you."

You continue speaking before he can say anything. "I almost died and your face was the last thing I saw. I was in that hospital bed in a coma and your voice was the only thing I heard loud and clear. I cant remember anything you said, I just remember your voice. I-" You dont get to finish your sentence before Paul's lips are smashed onto yours in a kiss so powerful and full of emotion your knees go week. You'd be on the ground if it weren't for the cold water touching your feet and the two strong arms wrapped around your midsection, holding you up.

The two of you stay on the beach for a little while longer, sitting in the sand, in each others peace and happiness. Paul never thought he'd be so happy, better yet to be the one to get proposed to. But he also knows he'd do anything for the person sitting between his legs with her back against his chest, even if it means he has to go on a wild goose chase before breakfast.

The silence gets ruined when you both hear another set of howls, breakfast call. Paul looks down when he feels you look up at him, "How long do you think we can go before anyone suspects anything?" Your fiance can only shake his head with a smile on his lips, before playing along, "As long as you dont get hurt again, I'd say we could play that game for a pretty long time." "Wanna bet on it."

#twilight imagine #twilight #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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In our own image... (29)

Chapter 29

(Poe Dameron x OFC)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2000. Read it on AO3.

Rating: Mature (NC-17) language. sexual content. PiV sex.

Poe ignored K-0’s comment.

Kina was in his arms and kissing him like her life depended on it and that was all he had wanted from the moment this night began. From the moment he had opened his eyes with his head in her lap and it was like she had never left. His body was pulsing with adrenaline and he wasted no time when he guided them to the bunks, pressing her down onto the mattress and covering her body with his. She shifted with him, parting her legs so he fit between them, nestling in like he had never left.

He didn’t want to talk. Talking was where things had gone wrong earlier and whatever had happened to change her mind - he had absolutely no desire to get involved in another long discussion about free will. Not when he could run his hand under her shirt and cup her breast in his palm and feel her push all of that soft skin into him. The door had been open while they were gone and the air inside was warm enough that he had no hesitation in sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side before stripping his own off.

He wanted to look at her, wanted to take in the sight of her flushed golden skin and those rosettes that framed her body so perfectly but her arms were reaching up to him and he sank back into her embrace with a low moan. The metal on her arm hit his shoulder and he turned his head with a glare, reaching with one hand to release the translator cuff and tuck it above her head.

That was better. Now, when she reached her hands around his neck there was no cold press of metal. Just her skin and his skin and the tactile slide of the one against the other. He dropped his mouth to her neck, licking across the markings there, rocking his hips into the juncture of her thighs until she was gasping and her hands tore at the fastenings to his pants. It took him barely a heartbeat to be rid of them, pulling her own off.

It was no longer just skin to skin. It was skin meeting skin and his hardness pressing to her softness. Her wetness. She was so ready for him he had to bite his lip to stop himself from rutting against her thigh until he came like a teenager. On second thought, it didn’t seem like she’d mind. Her back was arching under him, her hands pulling him close, her hips canting at just the right angle that the head of him slid inside of her.

"Fuck, I wanted you to come first," he mumbled into her lips and she huffed a laugh, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him down. He sank into her, every inch of his flesh cradled by her.

"I want to come with you."

Maker he wanted that too. He moved inside of her with slow measured strokes. Drawing himself out until he nearly left her and then sinking inside until there was no more of him left to give. He bracketed her face with his hands, kissing her and making love to her, barely even noticing the sound of a door sliding open or the soft yawn from the hallway.

She noticed though, her eyes going wide and she pushed on his shoulder with one hand. "P-"

Footsteps, padding softly, the sound of the refresher door sliding closed. They stared at each other with wide eyes and Poe was thankful that whoever that was had no need to pass by their berth. As one they turned their heads and looked at the wide open door.

Poe shifted, feeling himself pull out of Kina’s body and she made a small distressed noise. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and then reached out with his foot, pressing the door panel so it slid closed. The room was lit only by dim orange light, making her seem even more ethereal. He ran his fingers over her temple, across one eyebrow,

"Now where were we?" He grinned down at her and she shifted beneath him, welcoming him back into her body with a pleasured sigh and the softest brush of her lips on his. He had missed her. One day he would tell her. One day he would tell her how he hadn’t slept for days after she had left, missing the feeling of her in his arms. His heart aching for the soft way her laughter breathed life into a room. The way her hands had moved so delicately and competently along the parts of her work. He would tell her one day when she was able to hear it.

For right now, those hands were on him, digging into his back and he shifted on his knees, changing the angle of his movements inside of her. Her lips parted, her eyes fluttering closed, and he pressed further inside of her.

"You said with me," he mumbled into her neck. "If that’s what you want it’s gonna have to be soon."

She nodded, biting her lip and staring at him with wide eyes when he pulled away to study her face. He smiled, cupping her jaw in his hand. "Yeah? Soon?"

She nodded again and he let his control go, picking up the pace of his hips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her body met his, arching into every snap of his hips, tongues tangling inside his mouth. When he felt her go rigid he groaned, felt her muscles tightening around him and he spilled himself inside her with a harsh rumble of her name.

He didn’t want to move. Her hands were tracing patterns onto his back, her body soft and warm beneath his. Being this close to her was… it was peaceful. Right.

They probably still needed to talk but he didn’t want to, would rather hold himself inside of her and gather her body as close to his as he possibly could. So that’s what he did, carefully rolling them both to the side - not letting their joining end - and wrapping her in an embrace so tight he worried she might not be able to breathe.

He needn’t have bothered. Her answering embrace was just as needy, her hands clutching him close and her lips brushing his. He shut his eyes and let sleep finally overtake him, every part of him that could be touching every part of her.

They woke still wrapped in each other’s arms. Kina’s breath ghosted against his neck and he took a moment to just look at her. To trace his fingers along the rosettes by her ear. She blinked at him and he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Morning," she whistled and her nails raked into his hair. He moaned and leaned into it, almost purring at the sensation. He heard her laugh and grinned as he rolled her beneath him, nuzzling under her neck and making dire threats that only caused her to laugh harder.

It was another hour before they left the berth.

Poe kissed her fingers before they parted ways, her to find Rey and him to the cockpit to check the systems. He couldn’t help the slight bounce to his step as he ducked into the small space, nodding at Chewbacca as he dropped into the co-pilot’s seat.

"Peace of the Day, Dameron."

"Good morning to you too," Poe was practically whistling as he rotated through the flight systems, everything looked good. Barring no further detours, they were due to arrive back on base early tomorrow. Out of curiosity, he checked on the heating system but whatever mess the droids had made of it, the system was functioning optimally now. He noticed that Chewie was looking at him and he gave the Wookie a rueful shrug. "The droids decided to play with the heating yesterday."

Chewie grunted and looked away. The reaction made Poe pause, "No questions? Comments?"

"Like what?"

Poe turned and narrowed his eyes. "You don’t want to know why the droids might mess with the systems?"

A rough cough. "I do not."

Poe stared at him for a moment longer before turning forward. "I see." He let the words sit there before saying, "You were in on it."

"I was not," Chewie roared, turning fully to Poe. "I told them I did not like deception but they-"

"Who?" Poe cut in, "Who did you tell?"

Poe put on his best Command face as he walked into the Commons, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe while he took in the room. Rey and Finn were playing dejarik, Kina and K-0 at the workstation in the corner. BB-8 saw him first, the droid rolling hesitantly towards him and giving out a low whistle.

"Friend Poe?"

"It has come to my attention," he began and hid a smile when everyone turned to look at him. "That there was a massive conspiracy of which Kina and I were the victims." Kina met his eyes and winked, and Poe had to work to keep his face straight while he frowned at Rey and Finn.

Finn tried to bluff. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Poe glared at the man. "Chewie gave you up."

Finn cursed and Rey patted his hand. "Didn’t figure there was any harm," she shrugged, looking at Kina.

"We could have died," Poe pointed at her. Every living organism in the room rolled their eyes at him. Hell, even K-0 did. Only BB-8 seemed to take him seriously.

"I am sorry Friend Poe!" BB-8 spun so fast he wobbled. "It was not my intention I assure you!"

Poe met Kina’s glare and pushed off the wall with a huff, squatting next to his friend. "I just don’t like it when you lie to me Beebs."

BB-8 spun and leaned his weight to Poe’s knee. "I will never do it again."

Cracking a smile he rubbed along the droid’s sensors. "That’s all I needed to hear buddy."

He stood and gave the two at the dejarik table a pointed glare and dropped into the seat next to Finn. "You’re losing."

"I know I am," Finn grunted.

"If you move your-" Poe started to say but he was interrupted.

"Do you want to finish this?" Finn snapped.

Poe didn’t get a chance to respond, Chewie ducked through the doorway with a loud yawn and a stretch. "What’s for lunch?"

Somehow, through a unanimous decision, it seemed it was Poe’s turn to scrounge up a meal. Which he did with minimal fuss and a bit of Rey’s help to go through the storage bay. He was still getting everything moved when he caught Kina’s conversation with Chewie.

"We’re following the old Farrekkian trade route?"

"That’s correct."

"That’s great, can we make a side trip? We’re going to go right by Centares and you can drop me off."

Poe’s eyes cut to Kina quickly but she wasn’t looking at him. She had a wide smile and was fully turned towards Chewie. The Wookie did glance at him before giving her a nod. Poe dropped the packets of food on the table and turned back to the storage, brushing past Rey on the way. Inside, he kicked the corner of a crate, cursing to himself when the crate didn’t move but his big toe began to throb.

He wasn’t sure what he had expected. Kina had already left him once, there was no reason to think she was back to stay. She certainly hadn’t said anything to that effect. Just because they had slept together again it didn’t mean that she wanted more with him. He knew that.

Really he did.

But he’d thought… He’d thought maybe things were different now.

"You okay?"

He didn’t look at Rey. Just propped a forearm on the storage crate and pressed his forehead to it. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"Probably not."

He sighed. "Didn’t think so."

The muffled sound of her footsteps moved closer. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

She didn’t say anything more, but he could see her feet when she leaned next to him, her presence comforting him while he tried to convince himself that he could let Kina go.

Again.

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Chapter One:

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴

(First chapter is a little longer than I planned oops! Sorry not sorry but please let me know what you think of the story so far in comments!)

‘God I wish I could go home.’ I thought to myself as I worked. Today I had an early morning shift, which meant I had to be up at 5 am. As a non-morning person that took a lot of effort and a lot of coffee to get me up. I mainly worked by myself so it was just me and my wandering thoughts during my 7 hour shift. My mind mainly focused on what I finished binge watching last night. The Umbrella Academy. I was shocked but also excited with the ending. Even though the thought of what happened to ghost Ben broke my heart, I still cant wait for what’s in store for season 3.

I began to wonder what it would be like to live a world such as the Hargreeves siblings. I thought it be way more exciting than my normal boring life.

My phone buzzed signaling that it was time for me to take my break. I didn’t realized how much time went by while I was daydreaming about my Umbrella Academy fantasy. As I entered the break room, I realized I was the only one with a break at the time. I sighed contently. I find it rather peaceful being alone all the time. It beats having to be in a cramped room with all your other obnoxious coworkers. My break was ending soon so I decided to leave the room and head over to the restroom. When I opened the break room door however, it wasn’t the store I worked in at all. I stared wide eyed into a blue vortex that was blowing air everywhere. I put my hands to my face trying to shield my eyes from the bright lights flashing when suddenly I felt my whole body being lifted up. Im not the type that screams when im scared, I’m the type that cant let out any noise when im truly frightened. So with a gasp, I was sucked right into the vortex.

I dropped down into an alleyway. I groaned as I laid on my stomach for a few moments as I tried to piece together what the hell just happened. For some weird reason my mind felt all fuzzy and I couldn’t exactly remember anything. I decided to get up now and take a look around. Stepping out of the alleyway I glanced around. I seemed to be in a downtown area with stores that looked..outdated? That’s really weird. I walked down the sidewalk until I stumbled upon a very familiar scene, although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I saw a boy in a school uniform sitting on a bench next to an older man in a suit. I watched from the side as the two talked. I started to get a bad feeling, like something was about to shift. Across the street I watched as a bus pulled up to a stop. In the back of my mind I could hear gunshots. I got goosebumps all of a sudden as I rushed to the boys side.

“Excuse me but you need to move right now!” I said to him while shaking his shoulder slightly. He looked at me in confusion and with a slight anger in his tone he asked “who the hell are you?!”

I shook my head. “Please you have to listen to me! Three men are about to get off that bus and start shooting at you!”

Just then, the three men did come off the bus. They began walking towards us.

“Who the hell are those guys?!” The boy said, trying to get a good look at them.

“Shit.” The older man said as he put something in the boys pocket.

“FIVE!” I shouted. In a matter of moments the men started shooting at us. The older man had shoved a briefcase in front of us and somehow the boy and I found ourselves behind a car. The briefcase now having bullet holes in it. “How many times did I say bulletproof briefcases.” The boy said in disappointment.

“I think I’m going to be sick..” I groaned as I held my stomach. Did we really just teleport from the bench to this car?! The sound of guns cocking and footsteps nearing us made the boy grab my hand and teleport us again. This time on a roof.

“Oh my god I’m going to throw up!” I groaned again. This time we were laying down on top of a roof. The boy quickly shushed me. “If you don’t shut up they’ll find us and kill us.”

The thought of being shot to death quickly made me stop complaining. He stuck his head up a little to see if the coast was clear. When it was, he grabbed my hand and teleported us both back down into the alleyway.

I ended up vomiting up a little bit. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to make you sick but if I didn’t, well then you’d be dead.” His way of trying to comfort me did not comfort me in the slightest. “Thanks?” I said as I wiped my mouth and turned back to face him. “Who are you and how did you know that was going to happen before it happened and how do you know my name!?” He bombarded me with a whole lot of questions. I stared back at him in confusion as I stuttered trying to find the answer to these questions i truly did not know. His attention was then directed elsewhere. He looked towards a window in suspicion. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” He said before heading towards a door into the back of a building. “Hey wait! Don’t leave me here.” I said before he teleported away inside. “Wait here my ass..” I mumbled before following him inside. Luckily the door was unlocked. I followed him up some stairs where he knocked on a door. The door next to the other one opened up and a man poked his head out. “What do you want?” The man asked suspiciously.

“Hi I’m selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was wondering if you —“ The man shut his door without a word. Five then teleported into the mans home without a second thought.

“He really needs to stop doing that.” I said to myself as I tried to open the door. To no avail, it was locked. I sighed as I waited for them to open the door for me. I could hear the other man let out a small scream. They were talking some more until the boy finally came and opened the door for me. He teleported back into the other room where the man was. He jumped a little at how close the boy appeared to him.

“Listen to me I —“ The boy began.

“E-Elliot Elliot, m-my name is Elliot.” He said while backing up.

I looked around at all the newspapers and things plastered on the walls. Guess this guy is super into SciFi.

“Whatever, alright! I got 10 days to find them and save the world, and I’m gonna need your help to find them.”

I looked at him when he said that. Something about what he said rang a bell in my head. God why I can’t I remember anything clearly!

He turned to me. “And you? What’s your name?”

I shook my head solemnly and looked down at the ground. “I really wish I could tell you but I just can’t remember anything clearly.” I said truthfully.

“Well what was the last thing you do remember.” He said, this time his tone was more sympathetic.

“I remember being somewhere and..and opening a door, I think. The next thing I know is falling onto the pavement in that alleyway.”

“Hmm..” was all he said before taking a sip of coffee.

“I know I sound absolutely crazy but it’s true!”

“Well, my whole life is crazy so I understand” he sighed.

“I must’ve accidentally time traveled you too along with the rest of us.” He muttered before looking me up and down. “I can tell you’re from my time, your clothes don’t match the sixties fashion.”

My eyes widened. “Wait hold up..did you just say the sixties?!” I looked over at the other man. He waved at me but I just stared in disbelief. “Plus you also have a cellphone in your back pocket.” I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone. “Oh shit maybe this could help me..” I tried pressing the home button but it wouldn’t turn on. “Just my luck, it’s dead. I doubt there’s a charger around here.” I said sadly as I put it back in my pocket.

“What I don’t understand is how you knew what was going to happen. Is that your power?” He asked nonchalantly. As if having powers is normal.

I knitted my brows is confusion. “My powers?! What are talking about, I don’t know! How do I even know your name? I’m not sure about that either Five!” I crossed my arms around my torso and held myself tightly. “It’s like I know you somehow..all of you. This all just seems so vaguely familiar.”

“You know my siblings names too?” Five asked.

“Yeah there’s..” I ondered on the thought for a few seconds before I could clearly say each of their names. “Diego, Vanya, Klaus, Allison, and Luther.” I said without a second hesitation.

Five looked up at you in curiosity. He’s never met anyone quite like you. Suddenly I got flashes of what seemed like memories. Of the brother Diego. He was in a hospital of sorts and he seemed to be sitting in a circle of patients, talking.

“I think I might be able to help you look for one of your brothers?” I said sounding more like I was asking a question.

Five nodded. “Where do we start?”

“I wanna say he’s in a sort of hospital or something. l don’t really know where for sure though.” I shrugged.

“She right actually!” Elliot chimed in. He went over to a desk drawer and pulled out a newspaper clipping. “Disturbed man with multiple knives arrested outside 1026 N. Beckley.” I read aloud.

“Diego.” Five muttered as we looked at the article. Five then took the paper from Elliot and put it in his pocket. “Let’s go, you’re gonna help me find all of them.” He said to me.

He began walking away towards the door, ready to start his mission.

“Woah woah woah! Hold on mister, what makes you think I should come with you? Have you forgotten about the three men that were shooting at us? There’s a fat chance that they’ll still be hunting us!”

Five turned back to me and shrugged. “They’re hunting me not us. They’re the Swedes as everyone would call them. They’re brothers and they work for my former employer at the Commission. I already know how to handle them. That won’t be our problem.”

“I don’t know Five. I might just slow you down. I’m a liability..”

He shrugged again. “Maybe you can actually fight, we don’t know that yet.” He smiled and I rolled my eyes. I decided to follow anyways.

“Key word Five, ‘yet’. And I don’t think I wanna know if we really do get in trouble.” I said as we walked out the door

In a short time we found the hospital Diego resided. So are we breaking him out of here or what’s the plan?” I asked as we went inside the large building. “I’m not entirely sure yet..” Five said.

Five talked to the front desk lady and she led us to a visiting room where we waited for them to bring Diego to us.

The orderlies led Diego in the room a few minutes later. “Five.” Diego stated as if he didn’t believe it was really him. He glanced at me as he sat down on the chair across from us but quickly put his attention back onto Five.

“Hey Diego.” Five replied back. All were quiet until Five broke the silence. “You look good in white.” He sarcastically remarked. Diego rolled his eyes. “About time you show up.”

“How’d you know I’d be back?” Five questioned.

“Because that’s the kind of shit you pull.” Diego said as if it were obvious.

“Where are the others?” Five asked.

“They’re not with you?” He said then glanced at me again. “And who’s this?” He said confused.

I smiled slightly and put my hand out to shake his. “Hi, I’m...well actually I don’t know who I am.” Diego shook my hand and gave me a skeptic look and turned back to Five.

“It’s a long story but basically when we teleported, I accidentally teleported her too. I don’t know how exactly, time travel is a roll of the dice. I haven’t exactly worked out all the quirks..” Five explained.

They went on talking to each other as I started to drift into my thoughts. Why am I here? What’s wrong with my memory? None of this is making sense. I don’t belong here. I need to find a way home. All Five seems to care about is this doomsday thing. It all just seems too unreal!

I was brought back to reality when I heard Five stand up and shout. “Guard! My brother here is plotting an escape. The bars in his room have been shaved down.”

In a matter of milliseconds Diego jumped up and pranced forward trying to strangle Five as the guards tried to hold him back. I quickly stood up trying not to get in the way. A nurse then came in and injected Diego with something causing him to knock out. Five tugged at my shoulder and leaned in to whisper something. “We’ll come back for him later.” He said and began walking away with me following right behind.

“How could you let them do that to your poor brother?” I said. He doesn’t look like he belongs in a nuthouse.

“Diego’s fine, he knows how to take care of himself. Like I said we’ll come back later.”

I sighed as we walked out the building. I gasped as a sudden flash of memories passed through my mind. I had to stand still afterwards. It had caused my head to start aching. “I need to sit down Five.” I said wearily. He led me over to a bench just outside the hospital entrance. “Did you just have another vision?” He asked with hope in his voice.

“Yeah Luther..” I groaned as I massaged my head.

“Well then let’s go.” He stood back up. Oh god how can he be so active all day and not rest for a minute?! I thought as I looked at him.

I made a tsk sound and shook my head. “No no no no, you can go find your other brother, I’m just going to stay right here.”

“What? Why!?” He frowned.

“Because Im tired Five! I can’t do this all day. I need to stop and think. It’s frustrating when you can’t remember shit!” I yelled and put head in my hands. Five looked down at me in sympathy. “I know it must be tough but don’t give up. I’m sure your memory will come back to you in time.”

“I sure hope so...” I said while looking back at him. “Which is why I think I should stay here. You said yourself you wanted to come back later on to get Diego anyways.” I said making a valid point.

“Hmm..I guess you’re right. You’re sure you’ll be fine here?”

“I’ll be good. There’s people all around here too so it’s not like the Swedes can just come up and shoot me.”

With that, I told Five the name of the Club Luther was at in my vision and he took off. Hours went by and soon it was night time. Five was nowhere to be seen. My memory didn’t come back yet either. I let out a huff as I waited on the bench. What do I do if Five doesn’t come back? I can’t break Diego out by myself. I can’t go back to Elliots because I don’t even know my way back. All I could was stay there. A few more hours went by and soon there were no more people walking about. I now started to regret not going with Five. It’s sketchy as hell out here by myself. Suddenly I saw a truck pull into the hospitals parking lot. It looked like a milk truck. Why the hell would a milk truck be here in the middle of the night? My question was answered when I saw the three men from earlier get out of the truck and load up their guns. I jumped off the bench and quickly tried to hide myself, scared that they were going to spot me. I watched as they made their way into the front doors. Shit they must be after Diego! What do I do? I don’t think I can fight. Five said Diego could take care of himself though. I trust that he can. My best bet is to try to make my way to Elliot’s home. I got up and began to walk away from the hospital.

It felt like I had been walking for a very long time with no final destination. I got myself lost. I ended up walking in a neighborhood. I could tell it was started to get very late because mostly all the house lights had turned off. As I turned down a street I saw flashing lights coming from the left of me. Police cars were surrounding someone’s house. They seemed to be arresting a man. I wondered what was going on. Before I could ponder on the thought any longer, something else caught my vision. I saw a fucking milk truck parked down the way. No way in hell thats them. The moment I saw the truck they seemed to have spotted me because the head lights turned on. “Fuck.” I said under my breathe and sprinted off down the street on my right. The car then began to chase me. I ran and ran as fast as my legs could take me. I tried to turn down every street I could so that I could loose them, but they always seemed to be on my tail. I made my way into a narrow alleyway. I took a right and then a left and then another left. To my surprise I had just lead myself into a dead end. “Just my luck..” I breathed out.

I turned to look to see if they were coming as I breathed heavily. All this anxiety wasn’t helping me catch my breathe. I looked around me to see if there was anything I could use to defend myself. Looking through a dumpster I luckily found a metal pipe. I held it up ready to swing at who ever tried to come near me. In the next few moments they came down the alleyway. With guns. How could I forget they had guns?! None the less I still remained calm with my metal pipe. As they approached me they saw that all I had to defend myself with was a metal pipe. They smirked and the one in the middle let out a small chuckle. The one in the middle that seemed to be like the leader put his gun away. The other two just lowered theirs. The leader made his way towards me. “Don’t you come any closer!” I yelled, tryingto sound mean but all I sounded like was scared. He went in for a swing but I dodged. I then went for a upper hand swing with the pipe but he quickly grabbed it. As if it were a reflex I picked up my leg and kicked him in the chest which caused him to fumble backwards. He looked taken aback for a quick second before resuming to fight me. How I had all these moves, I have no idea! I guess Five was right. Maybe I did know how to fight. Not good enough though. I went in with a high kick almost hitting his jaw but his reflexes were way faster than mine. He caught my foot before I could touch him and with the slightest effort he spun my whole body and I crashed onto the hard cement. I let out a groan and tried to crawl away to the wall to try and pick myself up. When I got to the wall the man turned me around as I stood there. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes. “Please don’t kill me..” I said in a hushed tone as I shook my head slightly. He looked at me with curiosity. His two brothers slowly approaching from behind him. He turned to look at the taller one and gave him a nod. I looked at them in confusion. What was their none spoken agreement?! Before I could think any longer the taller one turned his gun around and knocked me on the head causing me to pass out.

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