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lucciolaaaa · 7 months

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Silent treatment

Pairing: Theodore Nott x reader

Author's note: Hiii! This is the first ever fic I've written and English isn't my first language so be warned :)

Summary: Theo and you have been best friends since you could remember until he randomly starts ignoring you, maybe he just needs to work on his communication skills.

Warnings: Very small amount of swearing, kissing (but not graphic at all), I guess angst with happy ending, friends to lovers, probably grammar and spelling mistakes sorryyy, reader is implied Slytherin and pureblood

Theodore Nott was a man of few words. Even when he was with his friends he mostly listened to his rowdier counterparts, never feeling the need to be the center of attention in any way.

No one was surprised when he sat on the train on the first day of fifth year and didn’t say much, just a quick greeting and some strange sounds only his friends understood when they asked him something. It wasn’t weird to them, but it was weird when you sat down beside him and he barely even looked at you.

You and Theodore (or Teddy as you called him) have been close since you could remember. Your families being close always meant you were at the same boring events that he was obligated to attend. Ever since you were five years old and you bumped into each other on the balcony at some tedious christmas dinner you had been inseparable, it was hard to find one of you without seeing the other. When you turned 12 your parents had started to tease you, claiming there was love in the air and promising the pair would wind up together at some point. You would always look at each other and laugh every time someone mentioned this, how could you ever be in love with your best friend?

You hugged the boy expecting something in return, but you were disappointed when he barely even moved. You felt your heart break a little bit but chose to ignore it, maybe he was just tired or something. Even if he didn’t hug you there was no reason to ignore him.

“How was the party yesterday? Sorry I couldn’t go, my mom wouldn’t let me until I finished packing my bag and you know how long that takes me” you said with a giggle. Theo looked at you and gave a thumbs up and a tight lipped smile. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had given the answer to anyone else but he was never like that with you, all of your friends were surprised, looking at you expecting a better answer while Theo turned towards the window. You decided to turn and talk to Pansy, if Theo doesn’t want to talk why would you make a one-sided effort?

It had been two weeks since fifth year started and Theo still wasn’t talking to you. You were extremely hurt, you had been fine, you hadn’t had a fight, you’re wondering if you did something wrong but can’t remember anything, no one understands his sudden change towards you. Pansy was mad at him, she had spent a lot of time talking to you and comforting you at night. Mattheo has asked Theo multiple times what his problem is but he wouldn’t give a straight answer.

You thought your friendship was over, your dearest friend was ignoring you and it hurt, it hurt more than anything. You had given up hope, tired of giving and not receiving. You were sat at your desk finishing some potions homework when an owl flew through your window and dropped a note on your desk. You were surprised not expecting anything at this hour of the night.

When you opened the not you were surprised, you could clearly tell it was Theo’s handwriting. ‘Meet me at the astronomy tower’ the note read. You quickly put on your shoes, willing to be caught by Filch it didn’t matter at the moment. You told Pansy you were leaving and then quickly left your room.

You rushed to the astronomy tower, you were out of breath with how fast you were running up the stairs and the three times you almost tripped on your way here.

“Did you run a marathon on your way here” Theo snickered after seeing he state you were in.

You resisted the small smile that wanted to break out on your face after hearing him joke like that again. “I’m not in the mood for jokes Theodore” you managed to say with a straight face even shocking yourself by using his full name.

“Wow, are we back to full name?” He tried to joke again, but after seeing your face he stopped “Sorry, no more jokes”

You looked him directly in the eyes, fighting back tears that you couldn’t tell if they came from hurt or anger. “I’m glad you’re done ignoring me but what do you want”

Theo looked a bit shocked at how serious you were but understood why you were acting like that “Look I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you” he said while walking closer to you.

“Sorry isnt really enough Theo, you’ve ignored me for two weeks without any reason” the tears you were trying to hold back were threatening to spill “Did I do something wrong?”

“No no no, you didn’t do anything wrong” Theo quickly responded, feeling guilty he was the one making you feel like that, he was used to comforting you instead. “I promise you did absolutely nothing wrong, its just me” after a pause he added “I don’t really have any reason to give you, I’m just terrible at expressing what I feel, I’m really sorry” his eyes bouncing around the room while he talked, not being able to make eye contact.

“What do you mean? Talk to me, I’m supposed to be your best friend not someone you ignore” Your voice cracking at the end.

Theo looked at you opening his mouth a few times but never finding the right word to start with. “I don’t want to be your best friend anymore, I can’t handle just being that” he looked at you and your confused expression “I want to be more, I really like you and I have for a while. I can’t stand when you talk to me about another guy because I need you to be mine. I preferred ignoring you than feeling the pain on not being enough for you” he said quietly finding your glossy eyes at the end.

“Theo you are so fucking dumb” you scoffed while he looked at the floor “How could you ignore me just because you like me, huh? You should have talked to me, I know its hard for you sometimes and I don’t blame you but you can’t just run away because you assume I don’t like you back when I clearly do”

“You like me back?” he looked back up at you with a smile

“Is that really he only thing you took out from what I said?” you said with a laugh, that beautiful laugh that Theo had missed for a while now. “You have selective hearing don’t you?” You asked while closing the space between you and looking into his eyes. “I really do like you Teddy, but you have to promise you’ll talk to me from now on, I will not stand being ignored, I’m here for you for whatever you need”

“Yeah, I know” his hands moved automatically, one hand towards your cheek and the other behind your neck “But I really do mean it, I want you to be mine”

You just smiled and leaned in connecting your lips your hands wrapping around his shoulders “I guess I can be yours Nott” you whispered before going back in for your well deserved kiss.

Maybe Theodore Nott was quiet and it was hard for him to express his emotions but in the end your parent were right, you would find your way to each other no matter the circumstances and hardships.

#theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott fic #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott fic

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disneyprincemuke · 7 months

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i quit drinking * cl16

you were never one to turn down alcohol. when you do, it causes a ruckus among your friends.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: um, heartbreak, i guess??!?!?!? mentions of alcohol, and breakups

notes: omg this one has a counterpart too, and i lOVE WRIting things like this i SWEAAAARRRR!!!1!!!11 but i'm ngl, it feels SOOOO poorly written so honestly i can only apologise for the lack of umph this fic has... i will make it up to you with the counterpart and a sequel pLSsSSS

(i quit drinking) // (to forget you) // (you called)

it had happened quietly - the breakup. none of your friends know that it had even happened, especially since you'd gone absolutely ghost mode since. everyone just thought you were in one of your moods where you weren't feeling very sociable. not one of them probed, simply because there was no reason to. until you very politely declined the glass of champagne carmen had offered you.

it's like the room fell silent when you shook your head.

"you don't feel like drinking?" george repeats your answer, confusion dripping with every word he speaks. he has a small scowl on his face as he stares down at you. "that's your excuse?"

you stare back at them as innocently as you can pass it off. but there's a lump forming in your throat, and you feel your chest feel slightly heavier. you feel your eyes start to sting.

you cough to clear your throat, standing slightly straighter. you look up at them with a polite smile. "yes. what's so wrong about that?"

but you know, more than anybody in this room, why it's such a shock that you don't feel like drinking.

"are you sure?" max slurs his words, pushing himself between george and carmen. he had been passing by when he heard your rejection, so here he is, invested in your relationship with alcohol. his eyes are narrowed into a glare as he interrogates you, clearly knowing more than he leads on. "you never turn down champagne."

max steps back almost immediately, throwing his head back. "maybe she doesn't like this champagne in particular!" he looks at you. "i've got better ones, if you want!"

you raise your eyebrows. "no, please! it's not the brand!"

"what is it, then?" george tilts his head, clearly confused.

your eyes linger on the champagne in carmen's hand. of course, you had considered accepting it just for show. clearly, if you'd known that your rejection would cause such a fuss, you would have just taken it to avoid this interrogation.

you're not even sure if charles had told them what happened.

"hey, what's wrong?" carmen's voice is gentle compared to the men probing about your life, so it makes you lift your head to finally look her in the eye.

you're hoping the couple of seconds of a stare-down with her is enough to let you off the hook.

much to your surprise, it does. because she starts to throw her hands in the air and push george and max in the opposite direction, preaching about how your rejection of alcohol is absolutely none of their business.

but she leaves the glass of champagne on the table next to you. and it's just starting to tempt you.

the cause of your breakup was uncontrollable, which is what made it even harder to deal with. one and a half months in, it proves difficult to be moving on from someone you weren't even with for that long.

you'd just simply grown apart, is what you told your family. the longer truth is that the spark that had once existed between you had just dissipated; there was nothing but an empty void.

the relationship started to feel different without the alcohol.

he paraded you everywhere on his arm. every race, you were there to celebrate the wins and a few heartbreaking losses. and with that came the drinking and the alcohol.

what you shared was so intense, more so with the alcohol that you consumed every couple of days. you can still taste his lips the last time you'd drank whiskey hours after the split, which is why you simply refuse to get a drop in your mouth.

all you could think of was being dizzy all morning after a night out, tangled in sheets and reeking of alcohol together. he would make you a cup of coffee and immediately crawl back into the sheets with you.

you hate waking up hungover, but he made it feel so good.

nowadays, you wake up with a clear head. the moment you open your eyes in the morning, you're ready to take on the day. with him, you always needed a couple of minutes to gather yourself from the night out.

the only downside to this is that you toss and turn in bed for hours at a time.

"drink it." carmen's voice slowly brings you out of your internal conflict. it's only then that you realise you are still staring at the champagne. your eyes slowly meet hers, your eyes filling up with tears when she picks up the glass and tilts it towards you. "i'm sorry you broke up. i wish you'd told me earlier."

you smile slightly. you know that if you take it from her, there is no chance that the night will end peacefully. you'd only end up dialling his phone number, begging him for another chance to talk and think about it all.

you scratch your arm. "i don't know..."

"you look like you need it," she says softly.

in her, you can see charles offering you a drink at one of his afterparties. you know it's unhealthy to still be seeing him in crowds, and everything that you do. but you just can't let it go.

there has to be another way out of this. but you take the glass into your grasp anyway. in one breath, the glass is already empty. you meet carmen's eyes once more, a slightly more genuine smile on her face.

you shouldn't even be drinking. but it feels so good, it's like you're back in your element.

your tighten your grip on your phone, checking it for notifications once more; notifications that will never come by.

you sigh heavily, taking the newly replenished glass of champagne from carmen's hand. the night only consisted of that - you never declined a shot anybody offered you.

you were about 5 glasses of champagne and 3 shots of tequila in when you finally forgot the way charles would look at you. you'd forgotten the way he would lazily drag his feet along the floor with two mugs of coffee, and the way his fingers felt grazing over your skin.

you couldn't remember the way you'd take on the dance floor together, hands in the air as he twirled you around. the way his hands would feel on your cheeks when you couldn't even feel them amidst all the alcohol.

you can't even dig your brain for the way he sounds; his accent, his voice, or his drunken slurs.

but you were then about 7 glasses of champagne, 5 shots of tequila, and a glass of margarita in when you found yourself alone in a quiet corner of max verstappen's crowded living room with your phone pressed up against your ear. the ringing of the line echoes in your head, and you're counting slowly in your head to keep yourself sane.

you can't even feel your face anymore. but there’s one thing for sure that you want. it’s the reason you’d avoided drinking all night.

then it goes silent for a moment. your heart drops when his voice comes through, "hello?"

#omg what even is this??#ahhh so poorly written #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke f1 #charles leclerc

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annabelle--cane · 7 months

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I guess the thing that makes me not so fond of Jon's addiction allegory is that it's only coherent to a certain extent? Like I think people sometimes forget that he's actively violating these people

anon, through no fault of your own you have accidentally hit upon my sleeper agent trigger phrase. I have layers of answers to this.

so first off, yeah, it's not a 1:1 direct metaphor, it's a soupy dream logic fantasy plot device with flavors of a lot of different things. there's quite a lot of addiction in there, there's some abuse of power, there's some cyclical nature of trauma, there's a dash of disability, there's a few notes of gendered violence, there's a good bit of just. violence violence and being kind of a motherfucker because goddammit it feels good to be an active agent about something in your life, even if it's just choosing to be a worse version of yourself than you strictly need to be. a lot of tma's worldbuilding is very allegorical, but apart from aspects of individual statements nothing really matches up quite 1:1 with a real world counterpart, and if more things did then it probably wouldn't be a fantasy show anymore.

secondly. okay to contextualize this answer a little bit I have a kind of hypothetical video essay project about vampirism and addiction that I like to spend a few hours thinking about every so often but am almost certainly never going to make because the full research burden required is a lot higher than I actually have the time to properly do. but because of that I've spent a lot of time sorting through why framing vampires as addicts really works for me in a way that it doesn't seem to for everyone, and I think a lot of my thoughts on that also apply to jon. there's going to be a bit of a detour here before we get back to talking about tma, but we'll get there, I prommy.

I've seen a lot of people take issue with various paranormal addiction allegories because, a lot of the time, the act that is meant to metaphorically represent the act of use itself is something that is directly and inherently harmful to others, e.g. drinking human blood, handing over power to your hedonistic Evil alter ego, holding the cursed amulet and going crazy going stupid, slurping trauma out of the head of some guy you ran into on a boat to norway, etc., and yeah, I do get that. substance use is not inherently harmful like that to anyone except sometimes the user themself, and addicts are not inherently fucked up and destructive people; those are dangerous stereotypes that often lead to the demonizing of a whole group of sick people.

here's the thing for me, though: those are definitely truths I want explored and represented when it comes to portrayals of non-allegorical actual addicts, but fantasy fiction isn't for showing the world as it is, it's for showing a subjective fun house mirror version of reality where certain aspects are minimized and magnified depending on how it feels to live through it. and yes, absolutely in real life drug use is not an inherently evil act and it does not make you an inherently evil person, but... doesn't it kind of feel like that? sort of? absolutely no one is living their best life nor on their best behavior while experiencing any kind of major mental illness episode, and when it comes to addiction you've got a very clear tangible symbol of when The Episode is happening that it feels like you have much more control over than when it comes to other illnesses. it's also a thing where people are a lot more likely to be openly angry and distrustful of you if they find out it's happening. so you mix together the ideas of "I know I get worse as a result of doing this one specific thing" + "I act less like myself when I'm using, it rearranges my priorities and I care less about hurting people because that's what happens when you're experiencing The Horrors" + "society at large/people directly around me are pretty quick to say that doing this is evil," and you get the subjective emotional result of "I hurt people by using and it makes me monstrous." I tend to respond to those kinds of paranormal allegories like they're just cutting out the middle man of those subjective fears. "using makes me monstrous" -> "using is monstrous."

anyway. jon archivist.

don't get me wrong, I totally understand if this aspect of metaphor doesn't gel for some people and they only like taking it exactly as far as the text explicitly makes them, but I really get a lot out of reading jon's connection to the fears as addiction precisely because he does genuinely awful things to people as a result of it. he's a person in a very bad physical and mental place with little to no support who is constantly being told by both allies and enemies that he's already a monster just by being alive, and he copes with that by secretly falling further and further into an compulsive act of consumption that skews his priorities and makes him care less about hurting people because at least sometimes getting to be the cause of pain makes him feel a little bit less powerless when he has to be the subject of pain the rest of the time. then he's found out and is made to stop, and he has to grapple not just with the physical toll of withdrawal but with knowing there is a not insignificant part of him that will excuse any act of malice if he knows he'll feel better afterwards.

the end of tma is very explicit in the fact that the rules of its world are shaped by the subjective worst fears of those who live in it, it's "an exercise in unreliably reality" as jonny sims put it once, and I think that principle extends backwards in some ways to apply to the rest of the show. I don't think the fact that there are only entities of fear and not hope or love is meant to be a full commentary on the total nature of the real world, it's a reflection of what fear and suffering can make the world feel like. eric and melanie both go to really harsh extremes to extricate themselves from the fears and live peaceful lives, and in both cases something happens that foils their plans (getting murdered + the apocalypse, respectively), but I don't think the intended message is to say that is definitively how real life works, they are metaphors for the limits of individual agency in larger systems and represent two types of worst-case-scenarios. similarly, I don't think reading jon as an addict implies that addiction inherently involves violence or that the reactions of those around him were completely unjustified, it's just a subjective exploration of the kinds of fears that can come with addiction dialed up to 100.

#also to be clear after the first paragraph I'm using 'you' in a general sense not directly to You The Anon Who Sent This #I'm not trying to insinuate anything about whether You The Anon Who Sent This does or doesn't have any experience w substance use #tma #answered #anons

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scekrex · 2 months

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Consider chasing dick instead of pussy

prompt by @akiriyo

pairing: Adam x male!angel!reader

warnings: language & implied sexual intimacy I guess

note: not beta read bc idc

You were completely zoned out, your hand was supporting your head so that it wouldn't slap down on the table.

It was yet another day of Adam complaining - seriously the guy was complaining more about his ex wives than you two were having a normal conversation about anything else. Because no matter what you were talking about, Adam somehow always found a way to talk about Lilith and Eve. And once started, his ranting could go on for hours, there were countless nights without sleep simply because the man wouldn't stop talking about his fucking cheating bitches of ex wives. And with every other sentence he then claimed that ‘he’s totally over it’ and that he doesn't need them anyways.

Fucking bullshit.

“Yo, are you even listening, bitch?” the first man asked all of a sudden, fingers snapping in front of your face to get your attention.

“You should've dated a fucking guy instead of these bitches, y’know. All fucking day you keep complaining about how awful they were, how they cheated on you with Lucifer, how they betrayed you and how you'll never be able to get into a healthy relationship with a woman ever again because of those two cunts. Well then fucking quit chasing after pussy and try dick, you fucking idiot.” In all honesty? You really didn't know where that came from nor were you sure if Adam had been able to understand you because of how fast you were talking but by God it felt good.

Because for once there was silence. Pure, blissful silence.

“What?” was all that came from your counterpart. His golden eyes were widened, confusion was written all over his face and he seemed truly taken aback. You simply huffed, now that you had started it, you might've might as well finish it.

“Y’know all I hear from you lately is ‘That whore Lilith did this’ and ‘Fuckin cheating cunt Eve did that' fucking quit it already and date guys. If you would've looked at me back in Eden for once, just fucking once, you would've been able to save yourself a lot of trouble. But instead you were chasing bitches that were rather bouncing on fucking Lucifer's dick than yours.”

His expression changed, confusion was replaced with realization and you just thanked God that this man seemed to have enough of his brain left to catch on to what you were saying.

“Fuck, you-” the brunette started. He had sure been expecting something but this? This wasn't something he had been noticing, not until you brought it up that was. “You were visiting Eden because of me?”

“Ding, ding, full points. You want a fucking trophy for being able to follow my words?” you bit back, slightly annoyed by his oblivion. Had Adam really been that blind to not notice the ways you've been staring at him a little longer than friends did? That you were always there for him, no matter how late, no matter what?

Adam's expression soured slightly at your choice of words and he shot a quick “Fuck you” your way. “You could've just fucking said so y’know.” Another huff escaped you as you got up from the chair you were sitting on to be on eye level with him - Adam was still sitting on the chair across the small table. “I could've just said so? Are you kidding? I've been fucking trying to but every time I tried you brought up your ex whores.”

Adam was silent again, he did nothing but to simply look you in the eyes.

That was until he grabbed you by the collar of your robe and pulled you in roughly. You stumbled slightly forwards, your knees hitting against his as your arm shot towards the backrest of the chair Adam was sitting on in order to not collapse on top of him. And then his lips brushed against yours, harshly and firm, far from soft and lovingly. One of his hands wandered to your neck, he made sure you wouldn't pull away too soon. But you weren't thinking about ending the kiss, you had been waiting for thousands of years for this to happen.

Adam parted his legs to pull you in closer, your chest was now flush against his and his hand that had been gripping your collar just moments ago was now on your ass.

And all you were able to think about was that you now had an effective method to shut Adam up properly.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #adam x y/n #adam x you #male reader #adam x reader

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stayandot8 · 3 months

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Insomnia

Genre: Smut, 18+. Minors, do not interact

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: smut, so 18+. MDNI. Oral (fem rec., p in v, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it kids), cockwarming) that's all I can think of, if I missed any let me know. Other than that, I'm...just gonna leave this here okayBYE

WC: 2.3k

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We went to bed two hours ago. Or at least, it felt like two hours had gone by since we laid down. I was snuggling my Wolfchan when I felt his human counterpart lay down behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. His breathing hadn’t changed since he laid down and he kept shifting around much like I had. My guess was that he had too much on his mind, like always. End of the year awards and performances and such. So it was no surprise that I hadn’t heard him start to snore yet.

It seemed I just couldn’t turn my mind off, even though I didn’t have any performances to worry about. Everytime I would feel myself grow closer to falling asleep, something would pop into my mind and drag me back out. It happened a couple times, I would be so close and I would literally feel myself being dragged back into my conscious mind with something else. And when it happened, I would just move ever so slowly until I got comfortable again so as to try not to disturb my boyfriend behind me. It was no use though. His snores never came, so the only logical explanation was that he was just as awake as I was.

“Chris.” I whispered into the darkness. A groan answered me, not exactly happy about it but willing to answer nonetheless. “Did you know that lemons are actually man-made?”

Silence.

Then a very groggy

“What?”

“Yeah, something about sour oranges and citrons.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw it on a tikok earlier today.”

“Baby, I love you. But I need to sleep.”

“We’ve both been trying for the past hour. It’s not working.”

A huff, knowing I was right but not willing to give up just yet. I turned around to face him, still with his arms locked around me. I couldn’t see his face that well in the dark, but I knew his eyes were still closed with resignation. I felt his breath as he sighed, knowing he wasn’t getting any sleep no matter how hard he tried.

“I think my mind is just going too fast and I can’t turn it off.”

“I know. Me too. But yours makes more sense because of how much you have coming up. You guys have so much to do during the end of the year, I don’t understand why they sign you up for so much.”

“Well, some of it is us. We want to do it.”

“I know. You’re all workaholics.”

“Can’t help it. We love what we do.” A pause. And a sudden… change in the air. He shifted closer to me. “You know what else I love?”

“Hm?”

“You.” He kissed my forehead. Then my cheek. Then the other.

“Well I would hope so. I am laying in a bed with you in the middle of the night with no intention of going back to the apartment I pay to live in even though I barely live there anymore. Although you sleeping shirtless is such a nice plus.” He ignored me and continued kissing those lips along my neck. He loved being around me, voicing this often enough until I started to believe him around our third month of dating. We couldn’t stay apart for very long, both of us equally needing the other like water to a fish. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t stand to be apart unless forced to because of tour.

“Do you know what else I love?” His voice was thick with sleep, giving him a lower register that made my toes curl. He was still kissing me, leaving little chills wherever his lips planted. They were traveling lower and lower, from my neck to my throat to my collarbone over my heart. He noticed my breathing getting heavier and faster, goosebumps popping up everywhere he went and shifted so he was leaving over me. The moonlight shone just enough through the curtained window that I could watch his eyes go from sleepily distant to focused and alert. He watched my lashes flutter and my eyes darted to him, waiting for him to make his next move. Now I knew where this was going. And I knew it would work.

“What?” I asked, breathless. My nipples ached with how hard they had become in such a short amount of time. They poked through his t-shirt that I usually wore to bed. He caught sight of them and smiled to himself. He ever so lightly grasped the bottom of the worn cloth and lifted it slowly, to tease me further and let the anticipation grow. The sudden chill of the air was too apparent to me now, trying to appease the flush of blood now running hot through my veins.

“These.” He leaned down to blow his hot air straight on my nipple, the contradicting air making them ache impossibly more. I bit my lip to keep from groaning, but it didn’t suffice. It came out anyway, more strangled than if I had just let it out. “These beautiful tits are just perfect for me. I love how they look when you just get out of the shower-” He stuck out his tongue to press it against them, the muscle swirling circles around and around and he kissed it lightly. “And you’ve got your towel wrapped around you-” He kissed it again. “You hold it close to your chest and it makes them bigger somehow.” He latched on to it and tugged it enough so that when he let go, it bounced back gently. “Ugh. and that. That-” He sucked harder this time, making sure to swirl his tongue as he tugged it back further and let go. “-is my favorite fucking thing.”

He did the same to the other nipple, my hands flying to his hair as he worked his magic. My moans were useless to fight against now, growing louder and louder. I was sure that someone would knock and yell at us to cut it out. Shame I didn’t care.

He was too good.

His warm and wet lips licked and kissed and sucked and bounced their fill until my underwear was soaked, the scent of it now inescapable.

“Chris, please. Please, I need something.”

“What, baby? What does my pretty girl want?” He asked as he was sucking a hickey right above my heart, his favorite place to leave them. So you’ll always have me close to your heart, he once said. He had already left them scattered around my chest, knowing they were my favorite place to have them. He always kissed them after leaving them, especially the ones he knew would leave deeper marks. After the last one, he gently removed my entangled hands from his hair and started moving southward, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses in his path.

“There. I need you there.” I managed to whisper into the darkness. He let out a huff of laughter.

“You mean right where I’m headed? I know baby, I know you. I know you better than you know yourself.” He whispered into my thigh before he kissed it softly. “Don’t I.” He dragged my panties down just as slowly as he had lifted my shirt and threw them somewhere.

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. He did. He really did. He knew what I liked before I had even told him. I didn’t have to. It was the way he knew me, like we were the same person.

He kissed his way up my thigh, skipped over my core to do the same thing to my left leg. I was writhing now, dying with the anticipation. He was good at making me wait, knowing just when it was too much. Like now.

He dove in with no warning, earning a gasp and yelp wrapped into one. He went straight for my clit, sucking as hard as he had with my breasts. He wanted to suck me dry just to make me wet again, just to prove to me that he could. He anchored himself by wrapping his arms around my thighs, something we learned the hard way that he needed to do or else they would squeeze his head. Not that he minded, but he made me lose all control of every limb that it made me feel safer. When he hooked his arms, he pulled me forward, bringing me straight to his waiting mouth. My fingers found his hair once again for something to hold onto, the feeling of the rapid increase of pressure in my core almost too much. The sounds of him sucking and moaning into my folds added to the fuzzy feeling that was clouding my brain, making it impossible to do anything but feel the pleasure this beautiful man loved to give. My mouth was stuck in an ‘O’ with the cries of pleasure coming from an exceptional suck here or a plunge of his tongue in my pussy.

He unhooked an arm as he slowed down to ease the intensity of the pressure. The feeling of clenching on nothing was so frustrating that I felt myself pulling at his hair harder than normal. But the harder I seemed to pull, the louder his own moans became. When he slowed enough for me to realize how hard I had gripped him, I released his hair. He pulled away, a string of our mixed juices following his insanely shiny lips.

“No, don’t you let go. You pull as hard as you need to.” His sultry tone was the reassurance I needed to do just that. I threaded them back through and he put a finger in his mouth then resumed, licking slowly circles on my clit once more. He pushed the wetted finger in my entrance, but it wasn’t enough.

“More.” I whispered, and he obliged. He thrust another finger in, the two stretching me as they drew apart. He was going slow, too slow, torturously slow. “Channie, you’re going too slow.”

“Baby, that’s not my name.”

“Daddy, faster, please.” I whined, ready to beg as much as I needed to to just get him to move faster…

“That’s my girl.” He picked up the pace, thrusting his digits faster until I was clenching again. “Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” I nodded frantically, the bubble so close to popping.

And then he stopped. I waited, trying to catch my breath. And then I heard, very loudly, him sucking on something. He was sucking my wetness from his fingers and staring, hard, at my pussy.

“Wha-”

“I want to cum with you.” It wasn’t a command, more like a declaration. One made from desperation as deep as mine. His boxers were off and he was stroking himself already. “You’re still on the pill?”

“You ask me this every time and yet the answer is always the same.”

“Good. because I don’t think I could pull out tonight if I tried.”

He lined himself up, prodding at my entrance and held himself there. He leaned over me once again, gently kissing me until I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced him closer. He slid the rest of the way and I gasped into our kiss. His size still surprised me even now. He always felt big no matter how many times we slept together.

We moaned together when he was fully inside and when he started thrusting, it was slower, more intimate. He was taking his time, contrasting his actions moments earlier. Every thrust up, my hips went with him, our breaths mingling as our foreheads stayed touching. With this slow pace, he was able to directly hit my g-spot with every thrust. I could feel him, all of him, in every move of his hips. He was taking his time feeling me, the warmth and the pleasure would crumble him if he went too quickly.

“I have to,” he said, reading my mind. Like he often did. “If I don’t I won’t last.”

“But I don’t want you to last. I want you to crumble like only I can make you.”

“Shit.” He buried his face in my neck. “You can’t just say shit like that, baby.”

I felt my bubble coming back, rising with the continued stimulation and essence of him. I might be the only one who could make him crumble, but my destruction button was well within his reach at all times. He knew I could fall apart with the right thrust, he just wasn’t hitting it. On purpose, I had just learned. Every nerve was on edge, every brush of his lips on my neck sending me higher. His hands roaming every which direction I could think of, cupping my chest and rolling my nipples with his fingertips, lighting them on fire. The bubble was closer and closer to popping with every lick, every thrust, every roll.

“Baby… baby, I’m close.”

“Me too. Let go, I’m right there with you.”

And like a match getting struck, the release sent waves and waves of pleasure through me. Chan’s orgasm hit him at the same time, filling my core with his warm seed. My hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts in sync to ride it out together. His pants were mixing with my moans to fill the once dead air and drain any remaining energy I had left. He kissed my neck a few more times as we came down together, smiling as he did.

“I need to clean you up,” he started, cock still at attention inside me. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Stay. I don’t think I could get up if I tried.” They were the last words I could remember saying before the comforting darkness swept me away in its arms.

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dandylovesturtles · 29 days

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more Firelined propaganda, because I love them. as always, Firefight is owned by @remedyturtles

for the @tmntaucompetition

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Somehow, their teammates are stable. As far as Donnie can tell, this is pretty lucky, given the shape they were in. The other Leo still hasn't come out of his shell, though, eerily silent where he's cradled in the other Donnie's arms. He hasn't wanted to let go, even since they moved the both of them to a cot, and Donnie can't blame him.

There'd been some more running around, some more efforts to get them treated and comfortable, over the course of the last few hours. And now Donnie is pretty sure it's late (or he's experiencing some kind of interdimensional jetlag), and everyone but him is asleep. They'd found another cot and forced Leo, shaking and clearly low on energy reserves, into it; he'd fussed and insisted he wasn't tired, but the moment his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. It was a little funny - the kind of thing they could chuckle about now, so many months into Leo's recovery. Raph had slumped against the wall and Mikey had climbed into his lap to nap there.

Donnie had promised them he'd join them soon enough. But so far he hasn't moved from his chair by their teammates' cot, typing away on his wrist tech and occasionally asking Shelldon to run some calculations for him.

At least, Donnie thought he was the only one awake, but the longer he sits there, the more he starts to feel the telltale prickle of someone watching him. His eyes rise from his screens and meet the gaze of the other Donnie, awake and observing him from the cot.

He lowers his wrist and gives a little wave of his fingers to the other Donnie. "Do you need more painkillers?" he asks quietly.

(He really needs a distinct designation for their counterparts. He remembers Leo floating the names "Leonother" and "Donatwollo" and shudders. For now, he decides to mentally refer to them as Donnie-β and Leo-β.)

Donnie-β shakes his head. His eyes float beyond Donnie, to where Leo is asleep in his cot. He points and makes a sign that Donnie assumes is his name sign for Leo-β (different from the name sign for his Leo, which is interesting), then waits to see if Donnie understands. At his nod, Donnie-β proceeds to sign, "Sleep, how?" as best as he can under the circumstances.

Donnie lets out a huff that's almost a laugh. "I'm guessing your Leo also suffers from insomnia?" Donnie-β nods. "As it turns out, chronic fatigue is a surprisingly effective cure." Donnie turns back and glances at Leo, sleeping away. "Usually, anyway..."

There are sometimes days Leo suffers from both, too tired to move but unable to sleep. He's always especially emotional on days like that, and Donnie knows he hates it, so he's glad Leo's brain is letting him sleep tonight.

When he looks back, Donnie-β has a complicated expression on his face that Donnie doesn't know how to begin to unpack. After several awkward seconds of silence, Donnie-β signs again, just, "How?" this time.

"How was he hurt?" Donnie clarifies, and Donnie-β nods again. "It was... the Dark Armor. Draxum put him inside." At the wide-eyed look of horror on Donnie-β's face, Donnie comes to the conclusion, "That didn't happen in your timeline, did it?"

Donnie-β shakes his head. It's not a surprise, at this point.

"It seems to be a unique event to our timeline, at least insofar as those assembled here are concerned," says Donnie, flipping through screens to bring up the research he's done on the alternate timelines here. "So far I know of one other timeline where Leo was put inside the armor, but their circumstances are substantially different from ours." He looks back at their teammates, taking in their substantial injuries, then asks, quietly, "This wasn't the Shredder, was it?"

Tired, Donnie-β shakes his head. Then, with a trembling hand, he fingerspells, "Krang."

"We've heard of them," Donnie tells him. "In other universes... Well, it seems like no one got off particularly easily."

It takes some fumbling from his position, but Donnie-β manages to sign, "Maybe not you," indicating the entire group when he does.

Donnie just shakes his head. "We aren't any more lucky than you guys," he says, which makes Donnie-β's mouth twitch in a motion that is at once humorous and grim.

Another few minutes of silence follows, during which Donnie goes back to looking at his screens, mostly to give Donnie-β the illusion of space. He can tell Donnie-β is thinking something over and trying to decide if he wants to bring it up (pretty weird to see that thought process play out on a mirror of his own face, actually), and he also knows it will be easier for him to come to a decision if he's not being stared at.

Finally, Donnie-β motions for his attention, and, once he has it, signs out, "Was it bad?" before indicating that he's talking about Leo. "Mentally, emotionally," he adds.

Donnie grimaces. Ah, no wonder he debated over saying anything... This isn't a topic Donnie is eager to discuss, either. But he has a feeling Donnie-β must have a reason for asking, so he's willing to talk. A little, anyway.

"Yes," he says. And then, because saying it all out loud is starting to feel dangerous, he turns off his wrist tech and switches to modified ASL (luckily, other than the name signs, Donnie-β's version has been close enough for him to follow so far). "It was bad."

Donnie-β looks at Leo, hesitancy written all over his expression. "Can you tell me?" he finally signs, with shaky hands, like he's not sure he wants to know about it but has to ask.

Donnie hesitates, too. Talking about his brother's mental health issues to other people without Leo's permission is a line he would not normally cross. Leo deserves to control who has that kind of information about him, and in what circumstances they're told. In this situation, he doesn't think Leo would mind, but still...

He decides on a compromise. "I can tell you how it was for me."

Perhaps Donnie-β understands the thought process that led here, because he nods and doesn't press for more.

Donnie takes a deep breath and lets it out slow. Thinking about that time, at the beginning of Leo's recovery, is stressful and comes with no small amount of shame. But he can do it, if it will help someone else with their own troubles.

"He was struggling," Donnie signs, because that much he knows is safe to tell, "and I didn't understand. I pushed too hard. I needed him to heal on my timeline. I wanted things to be normal. I wanted to go back to how it was before."

He chews on his lip, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I was scared. I felt like I was losing someone. I wanted my Leo," he uses his own name sign for Leo, then points to be sure Donnie-β knows who he means, "back. I wasn't ready to accept I wasn't getting him back."

Donnie-β's face seemed to drain of color, and he hugged Leo-β to his chest ever tighter. Donnie could only imagine what was going though his counterpart's head.

"Mikey," he fingerspells the name for Donnie-β's benefit, "said I was in mourning." He shrugs exaggeratedly - not because he doesn't believe Mikey, but because feelings have never been his area of expertise. "And that was okay. But I needed to love Leo where he is now."

He glances back at his brother, still sleeping soundly. He feels his heart swell when he does - that part, at least, had been easy.

"Leo is different now. And I love him." Donnie makes the sign for "love" extra exaggerated, to add as much emphasis as he can. "Who he is now. As much. More." He glances over his shoulder again and smiles at Leo.

Donnie-β listens. He puts his chin on Leo-β's shell, tapping out the same message to him again.

"...Scared," he rasps out loud, and his voice barely works; Donnie has to lean in to hear. But Donnie-β seems unwilling now to take his hands off Leo-β. "Of losing him for good."

Donnie's own stomach drops at the idea. He gives his head a firm shake, like that will banish it entirely, for both of them.

"You won't," he says. "You'll save him."

Donnie-β looks hauntingly unsure. "How do you know?" he whispers.

"Because you're Donatello Hamato," says Donnie fiercely, "and you can do anything."

Donnie-β doesn't smile, or laugh, or react in any way a Donnie might normally. Donnie supposes that Leo-β isn't the only one who's going to be different now.

But he nods, seriously, his hand keeping up the gently taps on Leo-β's shell.

"Wouldn't want... to give Donnies a bad name," he murmurs.

"That's right," says Donnie, a sigh in his voice. "And - not to sound like Raph here - but maybe you should start by getting some rest yourself."

Donnie-β lets out a noise that is close enough to an annoyed huff it makes Donnie smile.

"If anything happens-"

"We'll wake you. Don't worry."

A nod. Donnie-β's eyelids droop.

He's asleep soon, curled around Leo-β's shell even in slumber. Donnie makes sure the blankets are tucked firmly around both of them, then stretches.

"Shelldon, wake me if anything changes."

"Sure thing, dude."

Donnie looks at Raph and Mikey's mini-turtle pile, then turns back to Leo's cot. It's not really big enough for two, but without his battle shell Donnie is pretty sure he can make it work.

He tucks himself in behind Leo. Leo makes a soft noise in his sleep, turning over and curling into Donnie instinctively.

Donnie would never want anyone else for a Leo. He knows Donnie-β feels the same about Leo-β. And that's why Donnie can rest - believing, eventually, they would be okay.

#sidelined au #firefight #rottmnt #dandy fanfiction #tmnt au competition #I know the FF boys have a loooooooooong way to go #but let me give them this ok

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cannellee · 7 months

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May I make a comfort request with alpha baji and an omega reader who basically tries to go against their instinct nc they were raised in a household where they were shouted at, belittled and then ramen advantage of when they needed it the most. (During heat siblings would mess with them and fuck with their stuff and when darling got angry, they were ranted to fight and got their ass beat)

Sorry I'd it's a little specific, I'm just having a bad day right now and I guess I want comfort.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader

— his reaction to an insecure & traumatised omega s/o.

tw : mention of domestic violence, psychological abuse...

(thank you for requesting🫶🏼, I really wish you get better and that everything's okay for you:( I hope you like it!! angst isn't what I'm best at so I hope it's still okay!)

my masterlist : ☆

you & baji met in a weird way, nobody would have assumed you would end up together.

baji was just so overwhelming, with strong pheromones, strong aura and a presence which subconsciously drew you to him.

and you were just an insecure omega, not as comfortable with your second gender as your counterparts were.

baji knew of your insecurities, that's why he always made sure to remind you of how perfect of an omega you were.

he would scent you every hour of the day, partly to claim you and keep away other alphas, but also to make it clear to you that you were loved. really loved.

coming into baji's life was the best thing to ever happen to you. you lacked so much confidence baji practically had to beg you to go out with him.

dozens of courting gifts were apparently not enough of a sign that he was clearly into you.

still, he was persistent and finally, you got your dream mate.

baji's the best alpha you could hope for. being aware of the way you were treated, he obviously did his best to make you feel safe and comfortable.

but there were days where your mood was worse than usual and baji just wasn't there at the right time to lift your mood up.

so here you were, gobbling up a fist full of pills to suppress your pheromones. your scent, as delicious as baji told you it was, disgusted you and you couldn't help but think about how your family would be way more satisfied if you got rid of it.

so you did. you also messed up your nest, destroying it and spreading the soft items baji precociously scented for you earlier this morning.

you curled up into yourself on your bed, hating your omega instincts for pleading you to get back into your nest, and cried yourself to sleep. it seems it's the only thing you're good for.

when baji came home and didn't immediately detect your strawberry scent, he knew something was wrong.

with his nose scrunched up and eyebrows frowning, he tried hard to smell you but he just couldn't.

when he called you and you didn't answer, he started to get anxious.

cautiously enters the living room and finds an empty bottle of pills, he paused for a second because those were pheromones suppressant your promised him to never use again.

those were bad for your health and baji thought he made sure to throw away all the remaining ones and lecture you to the importance of your well being.

he went to your bedroom, now more worried than ever and when he found you curled up in a ball and the end of the bed he thought he could feel his heart break.

baji quickly connects the dots when he cradles you in his arms and he doesn't even smell a thing coming from you. gently wakes you up and makes sure to let you know you're safe now.

he knows you're very vulnerable in this state, and although he's worried sick and a bit mad you neglected your health like that, he doesn't wish to alarm you any further.

although he can't sense any pheromones emanating from you, he just knows you're distressed and need his presence.

that's why he quickly reorganise your nest, scents everything he can and tucks you inside your poorly made shelter.

you're not fully conscious when his big arms hug your trembling frame, but his scent alone is enough of a relief that you don't even need to open your eyes.

he kisses you softly and makes sure you're as comfortable as one can be, covering you with blankets and letting your head rest against smooth pillows.

he soon spreads his own pheromones, making them sweeter than they normally are to appease you and pull your nose into the crook of his neck, where his scent is the strongest.

by the time you're fully awake, his presence calmed you down enough that you can completely look at him now.

his relief is visible by how his eyes soften when you give him an apologetic smile.

it pains baji to see his omega, the one he swore to protect, so weak and suffering.

he feels like a total failure, not good enough of an alpha for you.

later when you're doing better, he talks things out with you. make you promise once again to reach out to him, no matter when if you're feeling so terrible again.

if only baji could turn back time to shield you from all those people who hurt you, he would. his omega doesn't deserve the pain she's inflicting herself, both mentally and physically.

you're the best omega he could dream of, how could someone ever want to hurt you?

for now he needs to assure you it's totally fine being who you are ; yes you can surround the both of you with your oh so sweet smell, whine and complain about everything, let baji feed you and care for you.

he can be strong for the both of you, that's what he's good at<3

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drmaddict · 11 months

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Whenever you're ready

Summary: Silence spells only work, when the curtains are completely closed.

Word count: 530

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, mommy!kink, crying, use of (y/n)

A small paper bird landed on Remus' open book, unfolding as soon as it landed.

"This has been going on for over an hour now!" it said in James' handwriting.

Remus sighed and reached for his quill. "Let him have that little happiness. It's Christmas next week. You know how he hates that." He wrote on the parchment.

The ink faded and reappeared on Jaime's counterpart. "Besides, you don't have to act up. Like you and Lilly have never done it in this room before."

Promptly came the reply. "WE at least close the curtains RIGHT so no one can hear us." Remus glanced over at James' bed and saw him staring at him with an indignant expression. He had to hold on hard not to laugh.

It was a mystery to him how Peter could sleep through the whole spectacle, but hoped it would stay that way.

He turned back to the parchment and wrote. "If you interrupt them now, it will be insanely embarrassing for (y/n) and we might even ruin it for Padfoot then. He really likes her man. Ears closed and through." He saw James sigh quietly, but slump his shoulders in surrender.

Sirius and (y/n) had been together since the end of last year. She was quiet and seemed to ground him somewhat. He even ate greens since he knew her. She was truly one of a kind.

Remus was happy for him. It wasn't the first time anyone had sex behind closed curtains and under a silent spell in this room. Only, as James said, the curtains were otherwise completely closed, so the spell could work, but the blanket had parted the heavy red fabric a little, so they were listening to the sinphony of Sirius' moans. Remus could have guessed that the boy couldn't even keep his mouth shut while doing this. (Y/n) didn't make it easy for him either, though. For over an hour, she kept teasing him until he just whimpered, only to stop shortly befor he came.

Remus was about to turn to the next page when the wordless moaning was interrupted by one word.

"Mommy!" whimpered Sirius. James and Remus looked at each other abruptly. "Good boy." chimed (y/n)'s sighed retort. "Please." "Please what?" An exhilarated giggle was heard. "Words Siri." "Please let me come. Please. Please. Please. Mommy. Please. I was good. I'm a good boy. Please. Mommy. Mommy." "Shhh. Such a good boy to ask so sweetly. You may, whenever you're ready."

It wasn't even 10 seconds before there was an almost pathetic whimper, punctuated by rapid breathing. "Good. Come here." A sob was heard. "It's all right. I'm here. I'm holding you. Shhh. You were so good." "Thank you Mommy." There was only heavy breathing for a long time.

"Am I your good boy?" whispered Sirius. "You're the best boy I could ask for." Even Remus feels comfortably warm at that soft voice.

Another sob. "I don't want to go there." "I know." "I want to stay with you." "Look at me... You can come whenever you're ready." "Mommy." "Yes. Mommy is always there for you, always loves you, flaws and all."

#sirius black #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sub!sirius black #softmommy!reader #ben barnes #ben barnes characters #ben barnes x reader

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cerealandchoccymilk · 10 months

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Units in Trigun (+α)

(source will be linked in comments)

edit: GUYS. THESE MEASUREMENTS ARE NOT CANON YOU UNDERSTAND THAT RIGHT. NIGHTOW JUST PULLED THE HEIGHTS OUT OF HIS ASS. LIKE HE DOES WITH MANY OTHER LORE ASPECTS. READ THE DESCRIPTION PLEASE. STOP SAYING " :O i didnt know vash was actually so short" HE IS NOT. THIS INFO IS NOT CANON.

Remember how I've mentioned at least twice that there are actually real conversions for the weird units in Trigun? I found em. They were on the inside of the DVD sleeve for Trigun '98. There's also some other nice info about money and Nightow's character/worldbuilding (or lack of thought about it lol)

And guess what? I just checked the conversions, and these lengths (provided in metric) are almost exactly the same as their real-life imperial counterparts. The character heights are also completely wrong. Using these units, Vash's height converts to 158cm, when we know that he's canonically 180cm in the '98 anime.

So take all this with a grain of salt!

> Length 1 iich ≈ 2.54cm ≈ 1 in 1 feel ≈ 30.5cm ≈ 1 ft 1 yarz ≈ 91.4cm ≈ 1 yard 1 ile ≈ 1.6km ≈ 1 mile

> Money 1 $$ (double dollar) ≈ 100 ¢¢ (cescent) $$ are worth a bit less than USD.

> Character ages Vash: about 150 years old Wolfwood: 26 – 28 years old Meryl: 23 years old Milly: 21 years old

> Character heights Vash: 5 feel 2 iich (158cm !??!??!?!) Wolfwood: 5 feel 3 iich (160cm same as my mom lol) Meryl: 4 feel 5 iich (134.7cm girl youre shorter than the shortest person i know. and shes pretty damn short) Milly: 5 feel 2 iich (158cm)

> Character name origins? "Hmm... To be honest, I didn't put much thought into them. It's not like I didn't think over them at all, but I focus on what sounds cool when pronounced, rather than the meaning of the name. I mean, if you turn 'Vash Stampede' into Japanese, it becomes 牛の暴走 (a wild rush of cows)! (lol) That doesn't match his character, does it? Well, maybe it does...?" -Nightow

> Population density Very low, since the ships made emergency landings across a large area of the planet.

> Length of 1 Day About 24 hours, same as Earth.

Translation of the source tweet and transcription of images under the cut:

I was so happy about the Trigun re-screening that I dug back out the TV version's DVD out of nostalgia... I found lots of important information on there, so feel free to use this as a reference! However, I think this is just information for the anime version at the time. (like Wolfwood's age)

The height measurements are wrong! Be careful! (Even though it's official material…lol)

トライガン豆知識　・・・メインキャラクター編・・・

■ヴァッシュたちの年齢は？ヴァッシュは約150才位、ウルフウッドは26〜28才、メリルは23才、ミリィは21才です。【内藤】

■ヴァッシュたちの身長（コレを参考にフィギュアスケールを決めよう）ヴァッシュは５フィールと２イーチ位、ウルフウッドは５フィールと３イーチ位、メリルはメインキャラでは一番小さい４フィールと５イーチ、ミリィはヴァッシュと同じく５フィールと２イーチといったところでしょうか？【内藤】 ※㎝での身長はＤ－２のオビ裏に記載されている、単位を元に割り出してみてくださいね。

■キャラクターたちのネーミングの由来は？ん〜素直に言っちゃうと、何となくつけたという感じです。全く考えてないというワケでもないけど、名前の意味というよりは語感というか、発音してカッコイイとかそういう雰囲気を重視してます。だって、ヴァッシュ・スタンピードって日本語にすると牛の暴走ですよ（笑）キャラのイメージとは違うでしょ？あ、ハズレてもいないか……な？【内藤】

トライガン豆知識　・・・世界編・・・

■尺の単位 ●イーチ（約２.５４㎝）●フィール（約３０.５㎝） ●ヤーズ（約９１.４㎝）●アイル（約１.６㎞）

■お金の単価 ●$$（ダブドル）●¢¢（セスセント）セスセントの単価はダブドルの約百分の一の単価になります。ちなみに、ダブドルは実際の米国ドルとと比べると価値を低く見積もっています。【内藤】

■重さの単位あ、特に考えてませんでした（笑）【内藤】

■トライガン世界の人口密度はどれくらい？惑星の広範囲に渡って移民宇宙船が強制着陸したため、人口密度はめっちゃまばらになっています。【内藤】

■トライガン世界の一日は何時間？トライガン世界の１日は約２４時間位。地球時間の１日と変わりありません。【内藤】

#[edit 12/07] did i seriously forget to translate the tweet lmfao. will fix that in a bit #trigun #trans(lation)#i guess

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coffeeadict61 · 9 months

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Humans Are Weird: Women's Intuition

Report #286

Topic: Gaze detection: in females

Gaze detection: the human phenomenon of becoming aware when another being is staring consistently/intensely at oneself.

In previous reports the topic of gaze detection has been covered but I have more specific information. While it has been observed in both male and female humans, it appears to be more heightened in the female variety. The reason for this, after talking with both parties, could possibly stem from two places:

1. A evolutionary need to better protect themselves in the female variety from predatory counterparts

2. A social or cultural pressure for the male species to suppress their emotions that trigger this "sixth sense".

The "female intuition" was demonstrated for me yesterday.

Lucy, or "Luce" if you know her well enough, is our first human crew mate of the female variety to be assigned to electrical. I was put in charge of walking her through her schedule. While doing so I observed many of the "men" glancing at her. Most watched with curiosity but after an hour or two of Lucy working along side her crew mates, I noticed that she had begun to avoid one of them. Cory Mattinson, a strongly built man around 30 human yrs of age. Lucy chose to work in the area furthest away from his, attempting to stay out of his line of sight, and sitting at a different table in the cafeteria even though he invited her to join him and his companions. While she was polite, I would use the human term "wary" to describe her behavior. I sat with her and the "women" from other departments during lunch break so that I could inquire what her strange actions inferred.

She seemed uncomfortable with my question but answered me directly. "He just gives me a bad feeling." A few of the others nodded in agreement. "What feeling?" I asked. "Just…like he was stalking me. He kept staring and I don't trust him." She explained. A woman named Rebecca elaborated a little. "It's our gut feeling. We can tell when someone is watching us or following us. We get a bad vibe." I tried my best to imagine this guttural feeling but I had more questions.

"Do you have this feeling around all men?"

Lucy ripped of a chunk of her "sandwich" (a common lunch time appetizer). "No, just the ones our instinct tell us are predatory. Creepy men with ill intent."

"This is instinctual?"

"Yeah, men have it too but it's more for suspicious stuff. Fight or flight is kinda similar, I guess."

"Do you all have the same "bad vibe" about the same person."

"Usually, but if there was a predator in our lives before, we will get that gut feeling around people who look, act, or talk like them where others don't." Rebecca answered. "I thought Cory was creepy too."

I was stunned. There survival instincts appear to learn and evolve out of life experience and trauma. I believe it should be closely studied in both the female and male gender.

I am also inserting a request to relocate electrician Cory Mattinson to another station or release him from his contract. His behaviors are threatening to our female staff and is a possible security risk.

Human Observer #5743

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #aliens #Women #sixth sense #space #Everyone deserves to feel safe #trust your gut #instincts #confused aliens

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bumpkinspice0 · 10 months

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Parallels: chapter 1

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explict

Word Count: 2842

Summary: You never had a 'spidey sense,' as you came to learn from your time as part of Spider Society. You'd gotten along this far without it and were an excellent spider-woman regardless. Then you meet Miguel O'Hara and it awakens something in you. A strange buzzing in the back of your head. It doesn't stop whenever he's in sight, and you think he knows what's happening to you.

Something about Miguel draws you in. What made him so fucking special?

Warnings: Smuuut, Oral (Fem receiving-in a public place), Mentions of masturbation (like barely), horny at work, Miguel being feral, spider hormone connection?? IDK

Notes: This is my first time sharing anything I've written, I have no idea what I'm doing. I just started this blog an hour ago for this shit. I swear a lot, i guess. Please go easy on me... and enjoy, my beloveds.

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Chapter 1

Spidey Sense

At first, joining Spider Society was overwhelming. How could it not be? But also— strangely relieving. There were more of you. Enough to fill a 200-story tower. After years of doing this on your own, you had a community to lean on. A community just like you.

As your life in the spider citadel went on it became more and more obvious that no two spider people were exactly the same. Powers or personality-wise— well, actually all of you seemed to be pretty quick-witted. Everyone’s abilities seemed to differ ever so slightly, you were no exception.

You never had what you came to learn as a ‘spidey sense.’ You had wall-crawling, strength, agility, all the seemingly usual stuff— but just not this apparent danger warning your fellow spider people had. Your powers seemed to make up for themselves in the end. Whatever you may have lost with this other sense, you more than made up for in other ways.

You didn’t have an internal security system, but your remaining senses were easily double that of any of your counterparts. On top of that your webs were completely organic. No awkward shooters or web fluid to constantly worry about. You win some, you lose some.

Still, it fascinated you. The ability to sense danger. A literal sixth sense. Having constant spacial awareness sounded amazing after the embarrassing amount of random pigeons you’d hit while swinging through the city.

You asked around about it whenever powers came into the conversation. It was as casual as talking about the weather for all of you. They all described it the same. An unmistakable gut feeling. A tingling in the back of your head, a spiked heart rate, and suddenly you knew every small detail that was happening around you. If you were being honest, it sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. Random adrenaline spikes throughout the day didn’t sound like the funnest ability to deal with. You’d never felt anything remotely like what they were describing.

Well, until you met him.

Met was a strong word, actually. Miguel was a reclusive leader. You’d only met him a handful of times. Jess was the one to recruit you into the spider-league and Miguel was just this invisible entity you’d only heard about in passing. Everyone talked about him with such high regard and respect that you just kind of mimicked their attitude without really knowing anything about him. He built this place. He had to be incredible.

The first time you saw the illusive Spider-Man 2099 was in a meeting. Jess wanted to get you into some teamwork missions and you reluctantly agreed. You and about a dozen other of your spider-comrades were to inspect an anomaly in universe whatever. Don’t interact with anything. Only observe. It was clearly a bullshit team-building exercise for all of you. No one here really knew much about being part of a team.

The air in the room changed when Miguel walked in. Everyone instantly hushed. He commanded the space with such little effort. He was addressing the room when he made eye contact with you and you immediately felt intimidated. Christ, he was huge… and handsome. Beyond his obvious leg-buckling good looks, there was something else his gaze did to you.

A strange tingling in the back of your head.

His gaze stayed on you longer than you’d have liked, his head tilting ever so slightly before pulling his attention back to the rest of the room. The buzzing in your head didn’t go away until he left.

What the hell was that?

“You alright?” Jess tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. The rest of the room was dispersing into the portal. Clearly, you paid close attention to the debriefing you’d just sat through.

“Yep!” You answered just a little too loudly. “Just nerves, I guess. Let’s do this.” Your lead Spider-Woman gave a cheeky smile before leading you both into the portal.

That was the first time you’d noticed something weird.

You’d only see Miguel in passing or in crowded rooms with countless other spider people. It quickly became obvious that he was the cause of whatever was happening with you. No matter the situation, you still got that weird feeling whenever he was around. He’d always glance at you more than you’d like— but then again you did the same. As you climbed the ranks you worried you’d get stuck on missions with him. Luckily, he seemed to take his jobs solo.

Still, ever the attentive leader he was, he soon was in every briefing you were. Every meeting and training— sitting on the other end of the room making your newfound spider sense scream in your head. It would start going off even before you entered the room. That’s how you’d know he’d be there— and your sense was right every time.

The last time you saw him, he didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time.

A massive projection table stood between you and him. Lyla was showing some random science behind whatever the latest threat to the universe at large was. You couldn’t care less about what she said while this brutish man bore into your soul— again.

Your sense was going crazy this time. No one else ever seemed to notice, so why did he? You’d heard through the grapevine Miguel was one of the few other spider people that didn’t have a spider-sense. He wasn’t much like any of the other spiders, really. Yet, he seemed to know what was happening to you.

How could he not know, since he was clearly the cause.

Your growing adrenaline morphed into something you didn’t expect. Your cheeks immediately reddened when you felt a heat rising in your core— and a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your legs together, leaning on the projection table for support. Then Miguel’s expression changed. His eyebrows furrowed. You saw his jaw and neck clench. If you didn’t know any better he looked disgusted.

It was fucking humiliating.

This was your job. These were your colleagues. You were all discussing what you needed to do to keep the literal entire universe safe! And here you were, getting horny over nothing like some teenager. Pathetic.

And he surely knew exactly what was happening.

Miguel left the meeting in a huff and you ran your vibrator dead that night when you got home.

From then on, you actively avoided him. Both out of shame and for your own sanity. Whatever this was, you didn’t wanna deal with it. Out of sight of a mind.

It was obvious no one else had this weird problem with him so there wasn’t anyone you could turn to. You’d rather die than explain this to Jess and half of your other members were fucking teenagers. You didn’t want to ask Lyla so she could have this in her memory banks for Miguel to just stumble across one day and promptly expel you from Spider society. You loved it here. You loved being part of something bigger than yourself. It's why you took up the mantel in the first place.

Yet, surrounded by the people who understand you most, you were alone in this. Trapped by some weird spider-power puberty. Could superpowers even go through puberty? It made as much sense as anything else in your life.

You were walking to the training room when that doomed buzz pinged in the back of your head. Turning the corner to the empty corridor was that dreaded, broad figure you’d been successfully avoiding for weeks now. He pauses when he sees you, just for a moment, before continuing on his path. Your spider sense hadn’t shown itself this entire time and now it was like a car alarm in your head. Still, you managed to walk on. You won’t let him have the satisfaction.

He mumbled your name with a small nod when you passed each other, you did the same. Honestly, you were surprised he even knew your first name. You were nearly at the corner when you felt the tingling morph into what you were dreading. You bit your lip at the building erotic sensation between your legs. You’d had enough.

After that last encounter, you started to wonder if this was something he was doing. How could you not? There was something in his animalistic eyes besides pure hunger. There was knowing. There was smugness.

Yeah, he was definitely doing something. This was his fault.

“Stop it!” You turn to shout at him, now standing yards away from you. Your voice echoes down the empty hallway. He turns to look at you, a grimace on his face. “This isn’t funny. I don’t know what the hell your doing or why you’re doing it, but just stop it.” You say again, stepping toward him.

“What I’m doing?” he snarls, “What do you think I’m doing?”

“You’re fucking with me for fun,” You accuse him, “I thought it was me. I thought it was something I was doing because no one else had the same problem, but it only happens around you. So you’re the one doing something to me!”

“Only around me, hm?” he scoffs, stepping toward you. “I’m not doing anything,”

“Liar,” you bite, “This only happens around you. That only leaves one option. You’re doing it.”

A bloated silence follows. You see his shoulders drop, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes in annoyance.

“You really don’t know what’s happening either, do you?” That gives you pause. “The constant… buzzing.”

No fucking way.

He… felt it too.

He’s standing directly in front of you now, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“I’m not like most of them, you know.” He starts, his voice a low rumble, “No spider-sense, talons for wall-crawling, venomous fangs… enhanced senses. You’re not exactly like the others either, are you?” his form dwarfs you, backing you into the closest wall.

“You don’t know anything about me,” You hiss.

“I know everything about you,” He retorts, “It’s my job to know.”

“You… you really don’t know what’s happening to me. To…us.”

This all just got insanity more confusing. Well, it already was but this was just another layer onto the shitty cake. He could be lying, you think briefly. He could see how much he affects you and finds it funny. Though that nagging feeling in the back of your head says he’s telling the truth— and you believe it.

“Not yet,” his arms cage you in. His eyes shift to that familiar deep red as he drags his gaze over you, “I was suspicious the first time, then it wouldn’t stop.”

“It’s awful.”

“The worst.”

Then, for the first time, you actually feel small under his gaze— other than in a literal sense. He’d been staring you down for over a month but now he was so damn close.

“What’s it feel like… for you?” He asks.

You think for a moment, trying to ignore the heat rising inside you, “It’s… it’s like climbing a roller coaster. Anticipation. Adrenaline. You know somethings coming.”

Your heartbeat is pounding.

“Mhmm,” he lowers his head, “What else?”

“It’s—“, you shy away from his gaze.

“I know what else,” he leans down, lips brushing into your ear, “I’ve been able to smell you for days.”

If this were any other man you’d have knocked him unconscious by now, but something about him speaking to you this way made your legs nearly give out.

You feel a sharp pressure against your thigh. You look down to see the single talon of his index finger pressed against you, hooked through the material of your suit.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice a low growl now, “This is what it’s screaming at you?”

You bite your lip, taking in a sharp inhale before you nod.

He drags the claw up your thigh and across your stomach, slicing with precision cleanly through the material of your suit and underwear. Another rush of arousal runs through you. The fabric gives way easily and your core is left completely bare. He grabs your thighs.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell,” he hoists your legs over his shoulders as he kneels down to meet your waiting cunt. He holds you on top of him like you weigh nothing at all.

Superhuman strength and agility had several perks you always felt you never fully utilized.

His mouth engulfs you, licking a long stripe up your entrance before enveloping your clit. You gasp and grab his head with one hand and stick to the wall with the other. It wasn’t exactly stable, but that was the last thing on your mind. The king of spider-kind was eating you out in the middle of the citadel— and god was he good.

You fight back your moans as best you can, anyone could walk by. Anyone could hear you. When he sucks down on you, you let a small scream slip.

“Cállate!” He hisses underneath you. Your eyes briefly meet his before he’s back on you. You barely remember your 3 years of high school Spanish, but the tone of his voice was clear. Be quiet.

You bit down on your hand. Your toes curled in your shoes. He was unraveling you bit by bit with his tongue. Consuming you like a starved man.

His mouth wasn’t the only thing wrecking you. That annoying buzz in your head had dulled into something different— something entirely new. The strange tingling simmered into a warm sensation, raising every hair on your body. Every time he’d touch you, it’d electrify you even more. Did he feel this way too, you wonder?

He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t slow and sensual. He was fucking primal, wriggling and squirming underneath you as if to try to get more of you— to get you impossibly closer. He’d retracted his claws but his fingers squeezed you so tightly you knew there’d be bruises in the morning. The thought sent a new wave of wetness to your cunt.

He moans into you, sending vibrations all through your body. He was whispering some sweet nothings you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and understand. Really he was telling you all you wanted to know— he was enjoying this too. Whether it was for some sick kicks or he just liked the control, you didn’t care. He was giving you some much-needed relief you didn’t know you had pent up— and it felt like this was the same for him.

Then he finally looks up at you, his eyes overtaken by that inhuman crimson red— animalistic and feral and wanting. You should be afraid of him.

His tongue delves into your heat, his strong nose still nudging at your clit. You were getting close now— already? Yeah, you were way more pent-up than you thought. Both of your hands come down to his head, lacing your fingers through his dark hair.

“Miguel,” You barely gasp out, “Miguel, I’m gonna—”

You don’t finish before it overtakes you. Your shaking legs crush his head while pure euphoric energy surges through you. Your face contorts into a silent scream, completely forgetting how to breathe for just a moment. It was raw. It was hungry and rushed, but it was perfect.

He works you through it until your bones become jelly. He lowers you down onto his lap. The buzzing in your head is singing— and then it’s finally silent, washing over you like a warm wave. It was complete bliss.

Even straddling his lap, he still towers over you—crowding you in against the wall with his arms again. You’re both panting from the rush. Did you seriously just do that? Did he seriously just do that?

“It… it stopped,” You finally say. “The buzzing.”

He grunts in response, which you can only interpret as me too. Running his thumb across his chin to gather your remaining arousal. Those red eyes never leave your face while he sucks the digit clean. You instantly feel another rush of heat at the sight. This fucking man.

You both turn to the sound of oncoming footsteps just around the corner. So much for heightened senses this time. You turn back to each other, both with the same question painted across your face. What the fuck do we do?

He’s the first to act, quickly typing something into his multiverse watch. A portal opens in the wall directly behind you. Without warning you fall into it, getting one last look at Miguel's smug face before it closes. Then— you're in your empty apartment.

Your ears are ringing. Your heart is pounding. Too many thoughts are rushing through your head to even bother sorting out right now. As you sit there, shamefully bare in your most intimate area in the middle of your living room, you settle on one aspect of this entire fucked up situation to focus on.

That asshole ruined your last fucking suit.

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darth-aces · 10 months

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Orange Hour

Bella Ramsey x Reader

A short one for this week. Some feedback or suggestions for other stories is always welcomed if you wanted to share any by the way!

Walking towards Bella’s trailer, you unravel a clementine. One hand held the orange, the other hand-multitasking-began peeling away as it held onto a second orange. It’s small volume made it easy to peel and divide, making it even easier for you to share with others.

By the time you reached Bella’s door the clementine was completely peeled. Holding the peel and oranges in one hand you used the other hand to knock. Almost instantly the door opens to a smiling Bella.

“I see my daily dose of vitamin c has finally arrived.” When they say this they bring their hands up cupping them signaling me that they wanted some.

You and Bella do this at the end of each day after filming. You two have even coined this time of your day as the ‘orange hour’. A play on words to it’s ‘golden hour’ counterpart and an attempt to mark a time of the day dedicated to each other.

Surrendering the clementine to them, you place it in their hands and they begin tearing the pieces apart in pairs.

“Lets get going or else we’ll miss it.” You say.

With this ritual you and Bella share the first orange as the both of you make your way up a nearby hill that overlooks the set, giving you a great show of the color changing sky ahead of you before the sun disappears casting a dark blue. During the ‘orange hour’ you two sit and talk about your day and anything that came to mind as you shared the remaining clementine.

“How do you always peel it in a swirl like that?” Bella asks.

“Practice, I guess. Making smaller peels are harder to carry before throwing it out, it’s also less pleasing.” You explain, your eyes fixated on the sky.

“These are good today, sweet and cold. They’re the best when they’re cold.” You nod in agreement. They truly were the best when they were straight from the fridge or a cooler, enhancing it’s taste.

“They’re even better shared.” You say handing them the last slices. They hum in response before letting out a small ‘thank you’.

Suddenly you ask, “what do you think the sky taste like?” Bella snaps their head in your direction, with a humored expression.

“What?”

“The sky, like right now. What’s it taste like?” A chuckle came from their growing smile.

“I wish I could tell you, but I haven’t tasted the sky before.” They confess. “Although, right now when it’s all orange like that, I like to think it’d taste like the oranges we just ate.”

You nod, agreeing with them. “Yeah, I always thought the sky would taste fruity too.” This garnered a laugh from them and an immediate smile from you, satisfied from hearing them enjoy your joke. “I’m serious. It’s orange, pink, red, there’s even some white from the clouds. The sky is just one gigantic lesbian flag.” They find this irresistibly funny, giggling with you.

“But it’s blue most of the day.” Bella points out.

“That’s what makes ‘orange hour’ so special,” you point at the remaining peels in between you, “The sky is blue most of the day until it smells the citrus from the clementine because it reminds her of her lover. She gets so excited and she can’t help but change colors: red, orange, pink, and white. Lastly, she tries to change her taste: a citrusy, cool, orange flavor. Then she realizes that she’d been mistaken and her lover hate’s oranges causing them to ignore the sky’s attempts completely. The sky then returns to her blue state, only now its a darker blue because she’s saddened by how little her lover likes oranges.”

After intently listening to you, Bella says “You made that up.”

“Maybe I did, but you liked it.”

They hummed in agreement. “I think it deserves a better ending. I mean, why would the sky want to taste like an orange? You know, if her lover hates it so much.”

“They taste good, she can’t help it. I think I’d want to taste like a clementine.” Impulsively confessing trying to be funny.

A snort emerges from Bella, making you realize the accidental innuendo you made.

“Not like that. I meant like if someone were to kiss me.” You looked down at your shoes blushing, hoping to avoid eye contact.

A silence brew as you waited for their response, and you get nervous hoping you hadn’t just embarrassed yourself any further with your honesty. Your anxiety from the quiet was soon overcome by curiosity, wanting to see their reaction. Moving your eyes toward Bella’s face you see them looking right back at you. Their expression had a hint of seriousness but it was mostly made up of something that you couldn’t describe.

Keeping their eyes locked on yours, they softly ask, “Did you want someone to kiss you?”

With a shy tone you say, “Only if they liked oranges”, jokingly trying to regain control of the conversation again.

Quietly Bella says, “I like oranges.” They’re eyes never leaving yours adding weight to their honesty.

“Good, I like bringing them to you.” Gaining some confidence you added, “I’d like to bring more though”, as you start to slowly lean your head toward them.

With the remaining space between you two, they look down at your lips. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Another odd question comes to your mind. “Do you think I’d still taste like the clementines? Like the sky?”

“Could I find out?”

The sun disappears and the dark blue begins to take over. The only remaining sign of any red, orange, pink, and white that night was up on the hill, sharing a kiss with their lover.

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goldengleams · 10 months

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torn - jamie drysdale x reader

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In which Jamie doesn’t have to navigate an injury alone.

Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: medical inaccuracies, mentions of injury/surgery, please pretend the game where Jamie got injured was a home game !

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You swirled around your drink, staring at the television behind your friends’ head. Your best friend and roommate sat around you planning which house would be the first stop on the Halloween weekend party circuit.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Your friend Meredith pulled you out of your trance.

“Uh, no, what did you say?” You asked, meeting her eyes just as she rolled them and looked back in the mirror to keep getting ready.

“I said we have to leave in forty-five minutes or else we won’t get to Sigma Chi in time,” she said. “Allison and Chelsea are already in their costumes, too, so you’ve got to get ready!”

You made a move to stand up and pull your costume on, but didn’t totally shift your focus from the game. The Anaheim Ducks were playing the Vegas Golden Knights and were down by one goal. You searched the screen for number 6, and hoped that things would end up good for your team.

It had been a long week of receiving midterm grades back and trying to adjust your focus to the second half of the semester. Your research lab gave you more hours, which was great for experience, but had significantly limited the amount of time you had to do other things. The last place you wanted to go was to a frat party on Halloween weekend.

“Is this party even supposed to be good? The last one these guys threw was trash, Mere.”

Meredith turned from her desk to give you a death stare. “You’re going to put on your Britney Spears “Oops!….I Did it Again” outfit, and you’re going to turn off the Ducks’ game, and we’re going to have fun, okay?”

“I feel like you’re going to have more fun than I will,” you sighed.

“Well, duh! You’re only half a drink in and I’m trying to get psyched for our matching Britney costumes!”

Meredith was dressed like Britney in the "…Baby One More Time" video and you were her counterpart in a tight red one piece. You both loved Britney, so the costume was a no brainer. She downed the rest of her drink and made a move to pour you a shot to take with her.

"We haven’t hung out in forever and this is going to be fun, I promise, Y/N.”

“I know, I’m just a little exhausted from this week,” you said. You rubbed your eyes and tried to get a little energy.

“You want me to make you a vodka Red Bull? That got you excited last time Trevor and Jamie came down."

“I think the last thing I need is that, Mere,” you chuckled.

“Okay well finish your High Noon and loosen up! You know Jamie wouldn’t want you sitting here having no fun!”

You guessed she was right. Jamie Drysdale, your boyfriend of a year, was over an hour away, doing exactly what he loved. You never expected that you would find someone and date them throughout college, especially not someone who didn’t even attend your college, but here you were. Jamie had swept you off your feet and you hadn’t looked back since. The two of you met during your summer internship as the social media manager for the team. After lots of nudging from Jamie's teammate, Trevor Zegras, you had hung out with Jamie alone and next thing you knew, you were dating a professional hockey player.

You were always so proud of him for doing his best out on the ice. Your friends thought your relationship was so cute and hoped for the best for both of you.

Jamie had gotten you to leave campus and come to a few Ducks games with your friends, but when they were during a busy week, you typically turned him down. Now, you hadn't seen him face to face in almost two weeks. You watched his games as much as you could, even when it interfered with coveted Halloween plans.

"Okay c'mon, no more hockey," she chided, pushing a shot into your hands. "Let's cheers to the fact that the basketball team is supposed to be there and I’m not missing my chance with one of those cuties!”

You groaned while Meredith clinked your shots together and threw hers back. You were about to drink yours to really get your night started when the sight on the television made your breath hitch.

A slow motion replay had just ended on the screen and you could see Jamie stepping off the ice with a trainer holding his jersey. You must have missed the actual moment.

"Mere, where's the remote?" You frantically looked around the room until you spotted the white rectangle.

"No, we're not watching this again, Y/N!"

You rushed to rewind to see what had happened and why Jamie had left, looking so unsteady. Meredith came to stand next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. Once you felt like you had gone back far enough, you pressed play.

"...Jamie Drysdale shaken up here, kinda favoring that left arm," the commentator trailed off and you were left with the slow motion replay.

Jamie had been shoved up against the glass by a member of the opposing team and crumpled to the ground. The commentators spoke about how the hit wasn't anything that deserved a penalty but their words started to fade into the background. Your eyes were glued to the screen.

"And that's not good," the commentator sighed.

"Holy shit."

You felt the remote slowly start to fall from your hand as your body trembled with the weight of what you just watched sinking in. Jamie was hurt. You'd never seen him hurt. The remote clattered to the floor.

"Y/N," Meredith started.

Your body started to move before your mind did as you grabbed your phone and opened it up to Twitter to see what people were saying.

"Hey, no, no. You are not wasting your time on social media, Y/N," Meredith said, taking your phone and setting it down. "Look, I don't know for sure what happened, none of us do. But it's up to you what you want to do next."

Meredith seemed to have sobered up and you instantly shook off the few sips of a drink you had. In your haste and confusion, you forgot that Meredith was probably the best person to have in your corner. She was studying physiology and sports medicine and had worked with a minor league baseball team.

"Is it bad?" Your whisper was barely audible.

"Shoulders are tough, it could be a tear or a separation," she sighed. "The way his shoulder was in a dead hang, it's probably a tear or a separation."

"Does he need surgery? A tear doesn't sound like it needs surgery."

"It depends," Meredith shrugged. "If it's bad enough, athletes are almost always recommended for surgery to speed up the healing process. It's hard to know from only seeing it that quickly."

You nodded.

"Well, I don't know which hospital he's at, I can probably call someone to give me the number of the trainer," you sighed. "I, uh, I feel like I should try to see him.”

She pulled you into a hug and gave you a light squeeze.

"I think you should, too. He's going to be so glad you're there."

The next few minutes were filled with you packing a bag with all of your necessities and a few pairs of clothing. Your school had given you Monday off, so you quickly planned to be in Anaheim for a few days.

Meredith made no attempt to leave you, even when you knew she was supposed to be ready to leave. Thirty minutes later, you had everything you needed packed and were in contact with one of your old coworkers who knew the trainer for the Ducks and gave you his number.

"Love you so much, Y/N," Meredith said while hugging you. "Give Jamie lots of TLC and text me when you get there, okay?"

You wiped your eyes before promising her you would. She shooed you out the door and you climbed into your car to begin the drive to Anaheim.

You played light music during the ride to calm your nerves. Heart pounding in your chest, you dialed the number for team trainer.

A long phone call later, you learned which hospital Jamie had been brought to. You learned from the trainer that they believed he had torn his labrum in his shoulder and was waiting to be brought in for scans.

Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the hospital. The bright lights blinded you in the wake of your destination. Once you parked, you exited the parking garage and texted the trainer to meet you outside.

"Y/N?" A voice called out to you. You turned to your right and saw a man in a black track suit waving to you.

"Hi, it's Chad, right?" You said, offering your hand.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Chad shook your hand and turned to walk into the building. You steeled yourself and followed him in.

"He's just finished his tests and it confirmed the torn labrum, like we suspected. Luckily, the orthopedic surgeon that's on tonight will be able to do his surgery before the night ends." he said, guiding you through the hallways. "His parents are trying to get on the earliest flight to come see him, they're hoping to be here by Sunday at the latest."

You tried to keep up his pace and take everything in as you chatted in the elevator.

"Jamie's on the third floor. They've got him on some meds to ease the pain now but they'll get him prepped on anesthesia and a block when they're ready for him."

Chad abruptly stopped in front of a door that he pointed out to be Jamie's room. "I'll leave you to it, I'm sure he'll be excited to see you."

Chad left you there alone, promising to be in the waiting area to keep an eye out for the doctor who would be performing the surgery.

You braced yourself as you gripped the handle of the door. Should you have texted Jamie beforehand?

You slowly pushed open the door handle and peeked your head around. Sitting in the bed in front of you was your boyfriend.

Jamie was dressed in a hospital gown with a blanket covering his legs. The bed was propped up and his arm was in a white sling, resting on some pillows to keep it in place. An IV was placed in the crook of his right elbow to keep him comfortable as possible.

“Hey,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him.

Jamie’s eyes left the television screen in the corner of his room and came to rest on you.

“Hi babe,” he said, a sad smile starting to take over his face. He tried to push himself up a little to greet you but he fell back to the bed in a groan.

“Don’t move, it’s just me,” you reminded him. “I’m right here, J.”

You walked over to his right side and set your bag down on the floor. Your heart melted at the sight of him looking so vulnerable in the hospital bed. You leaned over to run your fingers through his hair to give him some comfort.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be ideal.

“I’m alright,” he let out a soft chuckle. “Been better, I guess.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” your hand trailed down his arm to meet his hand on the bed.

“We lost the game, too.”

“Shit,” you sighed.

You hadn’t checked the score of the game since you left your dorm. You were solely focused on getting to Jamie as quickly as possible.

“I’m sorry you had to drive down here on Halloween weekend to sit in a hospital with me. You shouldn’t have had to come,” he trailed off, closing his eyes as a wave of pain erupted in his shoulder. His right arm reached to pull his right closer to his body.

“Don’t say sorry, I wasn’t gonna have any fun this weekend anyways, not without you. Meredith was gonna get sloppy and then I’d have to wrangle her back to our dorm,” you mentioned, which was true. The whole weekend was going to consist of you following around Meredith as she got as drunk as possible. You got Jamie to let out a soft laugh. He knew how you and Meredith liked to go out and have fun, even if you went overboard most times.

“You have to have surgery, right?”

Jamie nodded, letting out an exhale as you mentioned the word surgery. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of needles or anything to do with hospitals, so you felt bad for him that he had to undergo emergency surgery.

“They said it‘a a quick surgery, thank God,” he breathed out a sigh. “Feels like my whole arm is out of place and it hurts like crazy."

For the first time since you walked in the room, you really looked at Jamie’s left side. He was trying to keep his body as still as possible so he wouldn’t jostle his arm. You could see faint bruises forming right at the neckline of the hospital gown. You didn’t get squeamish very easily, but the reality of Jamie’s injury was starting to make your stomach hurt.

“Missed you, been forever since I saw you,” he mumbled. You could tell Jamie wanted to change the subject and you couldn’t help but go along with him since he needed the distraction. You tore your eyes away from his shoulder with a shaky breath. Jamie needed you to be here with him.

“I missed you, too,” you said, smiling as he looked you in the eyes. His big blue eyes were clouded over and you wiped a tear from his cheek. “We have Monday off so I can stay with you until then if you want. I can tell you all about midterms and my research lab.”

“Of course I want that, are you crazy? Any Y/N time I can get is appreciated,” he laughed and grabbed your hand to kiss it.

You continued to chat with him until the doctor came in and told him they were going to prep him for surgery. Jamie tensed up but you reassured him that everything would be fine.

“It’s super quick and then we get to go home,” you told him. You leaned down to give him a kiss which he eagerly returned. You pulled back before he could deepen the kiss and make you flustered in front of the nurse who was checking his sheet.

“More of that at home?” He mused. You couldn’t help but smile at Jamie. He was a quiet guy, but around people he knew, he could be outgoing and playful.

“I probably shouldn’t say no to an injured guy,” you teased.

“I'm not just some guy,” he poked you in the stomach and made you laugh. You gave him one more quick kiss before turning to head out of the room.

Chad was sitting outside the room and you sat next to him. He told you he was planning on staying until Jamie was ready to head home, which would be shortly after he woke up and was able to get dressed. The surgery was an easy outpatient surgery, so you figured you’d be home right around midnight.

You got the rundown on Jamie’s recovery and what you should do to help him in the next few days. Chad warned you that he might not get much sleep due to the pain but that he should get some relief from the strong pain medication he would be taking a few times each day.

“It’ll be a little rough, but he’ll be in good hands with you and Zegras. He’ll bounce back quickly with PT,” Chad reminded you.

An hour went by and next thing you knew, a doctor was coming out to tell you that Jamie had woken up and could go home whenever he was ready. The doctor had cleared him and said he would be on the mend.

You went back into Jamie’s room, where you found him chatting to a nurse who was helping him sit up.

“Hi there, he just woke up and was asking for you,” she said sweetly, looking at you.

“He’s a little disoriented but he shouldn’t be in too much pain, the doctor uses a nerve block that will wear off within the day.”

Jamie lifted his head to see you standing there in front of him. He looked at you through half lidded eyes. He looked a little pale from waking up from surgery and moved slowly to get up with the help of his nurse. You took in how soft he looked as the nurse helped him zip up the Ducks sweatshirt that Chad had brought for him.

He now had on a black sling that would keep his shoulder in place and protect him from knocking into anything.

“Hi J,” you said quietly. “The surgery is all done, babe.”

He nodded and mumbled that he was ready to go home as you helped him into the wheelchair that would bring him to your car. Chad said goodbye to you as you left the room, telling you to call if you needed anything from him.

“He said he was ready to spend the weekend with you, what a sweet guy,” the nurse said, wheeling him out of the room.

“Yeah, he’s the best,” you said, blushing. “I got lucky with Jamie.”

You parted ways momentarily to go bring your car down so Jamie could get in easily. With some help, you got him sitting and thanked the nurse before she shut the door. You were really on your own with Jamie now. This didn’t usually worry you, but you wanted to keep him as comfortable as possible.

“Hey, it’s finally just me and you,” you said, looking over at him as you pulled away.

Jamie was leaned back in your front seat with his eyes closed, his head hanging down a little. He looked pretty comfortable, if the content look on his face was anything to go by.

“I told the nurse that I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world,” he muttered. “I told her that I wanna say ‘I love you’ soon. I don’t wanna take too long and miss my chance.”

“I bet she’ll be really excited to hear that, J.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face. You and Jamie had agreed to take it slow when you started dating. At the time, he had really just begun his professional hockey career and you had a few more years left in college, so you weren’t looking to rush into anything that you couldn’t keep up with.

Neither one of you had said I love you yet, but more and more you were finding the words on the tip of your tongue. You were scared that saying it first would result in heartbreak, so you refrained from letting the words slip out. Even in his disoriented state, you knew Jamie would never say something untrue. His honesty was reassuring to you and you knew you could tell him how you really felt when he was feeling better.

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You filled Jamie’s prescription and headed back to his and Trevor’s apartment. A text to Trevor let him know that you were on your way back so he could help you bring Jamie inside.

Once you pulled to a stop, you sent Trevor a message and waited until he came outside.

“Jamie? We’re home,” you said, not trying to startle him. You placed a hand on his thigh in an attempt to wake him up.

Jamie stirred, opening his eyes and looking around blearily. He let out a huff of breath as he took in the sling he was sporting. You figured he was truly seeing it for the first time since you had left the hospital.

"Why does my shoulder feel numb?" He questioned, dragging his eyes up to meet yours. You could tell he felt uncomfortable in the sling and felt sorry for him.

"It was from the surgery, J. Does it hurt?"

Jamie seemed to think about it for a minute before he shrugged. You flinched as he did so and he let out a groan. "Can't do that anymore."

“Trevor’s about to come down to help you walk upstairs, okay?”

Jamie seemed to acknowledge you and looked to see Trevor approaching the car. Trevor was sporting a hoodie and shorts and looked a little rough. You could imagine that the team was taking Jamie's injury pretty hard.

Trevor opened the door and you could tell he was trying to smile as he took in the state of his roommate in the front seat.

"Hey Jimmy, you made it home, man," he said quietly.

Jamie, not in the mood to talk, sleepily nodded and allowed himself to be gently manhandled out of the car.

"You didn't win, Z," Jamie mumbled as Trevor wrapped an arm around his waist to walk him towards the door to the apartment building.

"Couldn't focus without you."

You let Trevor bring Jamie in as you grabbed your bag and locked your car. You couldn't help but whip out your phone and take a picture of the two of them from behind. Trevor and you had similar personalities, both extroverted and ready for fun. You bonded with him immediately.

"Yo roomie, you coming or what?" Trevor called, turning back to see you behind them. "I might just steal your little boyfriend for the night if you don't hurry."

"You wish, Zegras."

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By the time you trekked up to Trevor and Jamie's apartment, Jamie was absolutely wiped. Trevor gracefully deposited him on the couch while you set your bag down.

"Thanks for your help, Z," you acknowledged. "Sorry the game didn't turn out well."

"No problem, and no one cared about that after seeing Jamie down. I think I'm still in disbelief," he chuckled. You knew Trevor was probably tired from the game and most likely had practice in the morning to regroup as a team.

"Was he in a lot of pain?" Trevor whispered to you. Jamie was half asleep and the news was playing on the television but you assumed Trevor was trying to be cautious around him. Trevor and Jamie loved each other like brothers and it was hard for him, too.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, it sucked to see him like that."

Trevor wrapped you in a hug before you could say anything else, assuring you that you would both get through it together.

"And when you go back to school to be all smart next week, I promise I'll take good care of him and give him lots of cuddles," Trevor assured you.

You laughed as he held up a salute towards you. Trevor had easily become one of your close friends within the past year. You always felt comfortable around him.

"That would be perfect, Z," you said, a genuine smile reaching your cheeks. "Go wake my boy up so he can eat something."

"Eat? He's dead to the world, Y/N!"

"And when the block wears off and he's in pain, he'll wish he took the medicine early to minimize it," you said in retaliation.

Trevor looked at you as he tilted his head sideways, eyes narrowing.

"Does Jamie know he's dating a know-it-all?"

"Yup, and he loves it, Zegras, " you responded teasingly.

Trevor followed your lead, waking Jamie up as you made him some toast so he could take a dose of medicine.

"She's making you toast right now, dude. She'll be back in a minute," you heard Trevor say as you approached them with Jamie's food.

"He was wondering where you went, y'know, since I'm chopped liver," Trevor joked.

"I'm right here, J. I brought you something," you said. You helped him eat some of the toast before taking some medicine. Trevor assisted you in getting him out of his jacket and into his bedroom as you cleaned up. Waves of exhaustion were just starting to hit you. A text was sent to Meredith to update her on the night to which you received a jumble of letters in response. At least someone was having a fun night. You brought your bag into Jamie's room to get changed and go to bed.

When you entered the room, you were surprised by the boys in front of you. Jamie was propped up on pillows, sitting half upright in bed while Trevor made sure he was comfortable. Trevor had helped him change and got him ready for bed. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"Your boyfriend ready for bed, Z?"

"Oh yeah, minty breath and everything. Hey, I work wonders, Y/N," Trevor quipped, always able to make a joke, even when he was tired.

You and Jamie said goodnight to Trevor. He told you he'd be back around noon after morning practice.

Once you had changed and washed your face, you took a deep breath before walking back into Jamie's room. Jamie had woken up a little in after eating something and had turned on Friends to watch.

"Need anything?" Your voice cut through the quiet hum of the television.

"Just you," he mused. You rolled your eyes as you turned out the light and joined him, but he knew you didn't really mean it. His teammates had always teased him about being whipped for you, but he never cared. Jamie loved to take you on special dates and show you around California since you were both still pretty new to the state. He thought you were such a smart girl and you kept him in awe every time you hung out.

"Thanks for tonight, Y/N. I know it wasn't really ideal," Jamie trailed off as you climbed into bed next to him. "I'm sorry I put you in these situations."

"You know there's nothing you need to be sorry about, right? It's not like this was your fault, J."

Jamie didn't meet your eyes as you inched closer to him. You were on his injured side, which was right at the middle of his bed on pillows to keep him steady in the night.

"Hey, look at me," you whispered. "I know what I got myself into when I started dating you. I'm not scared."

He could hear the reassurance in your voice and felt hopeful for the first time that night. You moved a little closer so you could hold his face in your hands.

In the soft light of the television, Jamie met your gaze. "I don't want to stop you from your future, Y/N."

You huffed out a sigh, kneeling and climbing onto Jamie's lap. He reacted in surprise, right hand coming to find your waist as you made sure to give him space for his sling.

"I'm gonna smush your face if you don't listen to me, Drysdale," you attempted, threateningly.

"I'm in for the long haul, okay?" You were now holding Jamie's face in your hands, staring into his eyes. "Y'know, if you want me to be."

Instead of answering you, Jamie leaned in to kiss you. You allowed him to push his tongue into your mouth, sinking into his touch.

"I want you forever," he mumbled into your mouth before pulling away. "I, uh, I know I'm not the best at telling you everything, but I love you, Y/N."

You could practically feel your pupils dilating as a wide smile broke out on your face. "And I love you, Jamie Drysdale. Took you long enough, you dork."

You finished your makeout session and settled into bed next to Jamie. You wrapped a hand around his stomach as you settled in to sleep on your stomach. You were almost asleep before you heard Jamie whisper something above you.

“Shit,” you heard Jamie say.

“Are you alright?” You leaned up, fearing that he had hurt himself, but instead he had his right hand dragging over his face.

“I won’t get to see you in that hot Britney costume.”

“Oh my god, I hate you."

"You said I love you, actually."

"Don't get smart, Drysdale."

"I love you too, babe."

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A/N: Hi guys!! Thanks so so much for all of your likes and everything! I've been thinking of writing this one for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

#jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl writing #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 4

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.9K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @bontensbabygirl

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The doctors were able to do all the checks that they needed to do once Yoongi shifted. His fluffy, soft ears and curled-up tail kept twitching as he slept. You sighed, looking down at the stack of reports on your lap. The doctors have given you the whole stack, saying that you should spend some time reading them through and deciding the next course of action - for both you and Yoongi. Lunch break is only an hour and you for sure knew that there was no way possible to be able to finish this whole thing - you lifted the edge of a piece of paper - in that time frame.

You rubbed your temples. Why did you have to bring it along with you to work?

You unlocked your phone to see a picture that you took when everything was still hidden. “Hello, hello!” A hand shot into your view, waving to catch your attention.

“Hi, Lils.” You offered her the best smile you could.

“Damn, you look down indeed.” She paused. “What happened?”

Lillianne - or Lils, for short - has been working here for almost as long as you have. The both of you didn’t always work every shift together, but you sure knew that a Thursday shift was one that the both of you would work. The both of you were part-time workers, juggling a few jobs at the same time. Lillianne was a year older than you were, but she preferred to study and travel, claiming that she would rather see the world first before settling down for a full-time job.

Sometimes, you were envious of her. The world was vast and broad but you needed the money, so you had to compromise. The dreams were placed aside in an old box, save for when you wanted some sort of motivation to keep life going.

You hummed. “Nothing much, I guess. Just some hospitalisation documents.”

“Shit - what happened?”

You sighed. “Ever had a hybrid before?”

Lils’ family was well-off, not rich-rich, but very much capable of spending a ton, saving a ton, and then having some more to add in.

Lils shook her head. “I mean, my family thought of it. My brother always wanted one but I felt that it was cruel. It’s like keeping a human being like a pet.” She scrunched her nose. “Like slaves.”

You nodded.

“You got one now?”

You shrugged. “‘Sorta. I never knew that he was a hybrid.” Lils stayed quiet, waiting allowing you to speak at your own pace. “I found him when he was a cat and then he stayed as a cat. I mean - at the same time, it never ever crossed my mind that he is a hybrid. I somehow just never thought of it.”

Lils bobbed her head. “I get where you’re coming from.” She stood up straighter at the counter. “Some hybrids at the shelter refuse to shift, instinctively protecting themselves from their past trauma. It’s going to take a while for that guy to open up and trust you. Only then might, I say might - shift.”

“That’s the thing, Lils. He has already shifted and now he’s staying at the hospital.” You waved the stack of papers in front of your friend. “This is his. And I have dug a hole deeper than I can get out of.”

Lils’ eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“This guy - Yoongi, Min Yoongi - is an underground illegally bred hybrid.” She shot up, eyes wide. “That’s not all. It seems that he is all over the wants of the black market. You know like how people want their pets back and they are willing to give a reward? Yeah, the same thing.”

The silence in the shop was pregnant. “Shit.”

The both of you looked at each other. “So what are you going to do?”

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I know that I don’t have the money and time to take care of myself, or worse yet another human being. The cats downstairs the blocks don’t count.” You sighed. “But at the same time, I don’t want to leave him. He has already been through so much and the doctors feel that it will be good for him to stay with me, seeing that the connection is already pretty deep.”

“Wait - hang on. Pretty deep?”

“The doctors are assuming that I managed to make him shift.”

“And did you?”

“I guess so? He was fighting it but I tried to persuade him and he… Did it?”

Lils had her hand over her mouth. “Damn. I think he trusts you.” She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, yes. He either likes you or trusts you. Both take trust anyway. Good idea from the doctors. It is important for hybrids to be around who they trust in order to recover faster.”

You rubbed your face and sighed for the umpteenth time today. “I should ask our dearest boss for leave.”

“He’ll definitely let you go on a break but definitely won’t let you leave the company.” Lils laughed and you rolled your eyes, digging into your cold lunch. “You’re far too valuable.”

And who was your boss?

Kim Seok-Jin.

Of course, he would let you on a break.

Yoongi woke up to the constant beeping of machines and the airconditioner blasting full force at his face - in an empty room. That was the saddening part. He had hoped that you would stay after you managed to coax him to shift. But of course, he understood why you wouldn’t want to stay either. I mean, look at him. Covered in scars and bites, scrawny and sad - a monster, he sees himself in the mirror.

He sighed, willing the tears to go away. He didn’t know why this felt like losing you and it hurt him to the extent that he has yet to comprehend the feeling - didn’t know if he should dissect it in the first place.

His head shot up at the sound of curtains being drawn. “Oh! You’re finally awake.” A nurse wearing purple scrubs walked into the room and his instincts woke up. Yoongi hissed and attempted to jump out of bed when he realised that - he was cuffed, again.

The nurse shot him a sympathetic look. “The doctors thought that it would be best so that you don’t injure yourself and others.” She moved around, checking rectangular boxes and liquids around him. “I’m Ling Hui and I’m the substitute nurse for Pong-Ran right now. She’ll be back soon.” The nurse stood up. “I’ll page Dr. Park to check on you.”

That light-smelling nurse left and the room felt even more empty than it was before.

Yoongi sighed. He missed you. And he cursed himself for acting up. Only if his body didn’t instinctively act up from being stuck in that form for a long time, he wouldn’t have lost you. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he furiously rubbed them away.

No, no. He wouldn’t cry right now.

Yoongi’s head stayed down this time when he heard the sound of curtains drawing.

“Hello! It’s good to see that you’re awake. I’m Dr. Park and I’ll just briefly go through what your body is going through now.”

Yoongi peeked up to see the doctor shuffling through his papers with a light smile on his lips. He has this angelic look that makes Yoongi rethink whether or not he has actually died and gone up and that he was currently looking at one of God’s angels - or something.

“Hehe, why hello there. Finally, looking up?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s. “Yeah, my wife does tell me that I have a too-pretty face. Always saying that I should just be a model and come earn more money for the household.” The doctor rolled his eyes playfully, a smile broadening at the mention of his wife. He seems to really love her.

“Anyway, your owner, Miss Y/N, has already chosen the following procedures and medication for you. So we will move on with it.” Yoongi tensed up. “Oh, oh, it’s nothing invasive, I promise. She just wants to make you thoroughly checked and for you to have the appropriate diet plan and medication for when we send you back.”

Yoongi has no idea what is happening and what is going to happen. So he kept quiet and let the doctor do the explanations of what test was going to be done, how it was going to be done, and approximately how long it might take.

Then, Yoongi got wheeled around to do the respective tests, cooperating with the doctors and nurses. He tries his best to talk about what he eats - his likes and dislikes - and where his body feels uncomfortable but finds it hard to express himself.

It was only after everything was completed, dinner was eaten, and they left him to rest that Yoongi allowed his tears to fall, staining the pillow below him wet as he muffled his cries.

You trudged home after your shift, legs almost giving up as you climbed into the shower room. You had taken up a call from the hospital in the middle of your shift, heart pounding, worried that Yoongi didn’t want to do the examinations or that something was wrong with him -

“He is all good.” Your axis stopped. “With a proper dieting plan and a bit of medication for the time being, he should be up and going by the third month or so.”

Dr Park had been so kind as to also email you the test results so that you are kept up-to-date and he patiently answered all your questions - even the ones you felt were stupid.

“No problem, Miss Y/N. It’s common to feel stressed and unknowing of what to do. That’s why we are here to make this adapting process easier. If there are any questions, feel free to just shoot me a text.”

The call had ended at that.

And for the rest of the night, you had a stupid smile on your face, knowing that your kitty was alright and that it wouldn’t be long before he made it home.

“Well, that also means that you will need to get new beds, make the guest room presentable and buy things too.”

Your shoulders had dropped at that fact. Well, your wallet was definitely going to feel infinitely lighter. You groaned. “Ugh, let me bask in the fact that he is fine first. Money is another problem for another day.”

Lils snorted. “Totally,” She flagged down her bus. “Text me when you get home and when you decide to go shopping.”

You sighed and slumped against the wall of the shower room.

You really needed to get the guest room organised. Well, not that it isn’t already neat, just that it isn’t presentable. Like, you stuffed some clothes in the closet, the sheets have not been changed, the floors were cleaned every month, you know the drill. You stood up, washing the rest of the suds of your body and headed out of the shower room.

Money and organisation will be left for another day- probably tomorrow, probably a day before he comes back - you don’t care. Right now, you really don’t care. Sleep is all you need.

Of course, your alarm doesn’t not ring at 8.30 am. You turned it off with a flick of your finger and went back to sleep - if it was not for the shrill ring that echoed through your house. You attempted to ignore it at first, but the thoughts got the best of you.

What if it’s your parents? What if it’s Lils? Wait, it doesn’t matter if it’s Lils. She just wants to shop. What if it’s the doctor -

You shot out of bed. Shit, if it is Dr Park -

You flipped your phone over to read the caller ID.

Bear��.

Well, fine. You swiped the answer button and placed the phone on your lap.

“YO! GET OUT OF BED! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ANSWER?”

You knew it. She’d be screaming.

“I just got up, bitch. Stop yelling. It’s 9 in the morning. Too early for you.” You grumbled, hands coming up to scrub the sleepiness off your face. It seems like that night shift yesterday took a bit more out of you than you thought.

“Come on. I’m driving and we’re going shopping. We got to get your kitty’s stuff.”

You yawned. “Where are you then?”

“Fifteen minutes to your house.”

You shot out of bed. “What -”

“Don’t come blaming me! I tried to call you three times. Three times on full ring! It’s your fault!”

“You could’ve left the house only when I answered!”

“Then you wouldn’t have gone!”

“Hey, now that’s not completely true -”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

“Books. But technically I’m already out so it’s kinda useless.”

“You chickening.” You stated and heard a gasp from the other end of the line.

“Am not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye, I’m going to get ready. Let yourself in when you reach. See ya.”

You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed and headed to the washroom. Following your routine, you managed to put on some decent clothes just as you heard keys jingling from the living room.

Your bedroom door opened and you heard a “Hiyah, bought you coffee on the way.” Before it closed shut again.

You stepped out of the wardrobe and cleaned the countertop of your washroom, set your bed and fluffed your pillows, before turning off the air conditioner and walking to the guest bedroom where you knew your dearest friend would be waiting.

“It’s really bare.”

“Where’s the coffee?”

“In the car.”

Lils surveyed the room. “It’ll do well with a fresh coat of paint. Maybe a contrasting colour. White and grey and then black photo frames. The shelves and drawers are already white, you can add in a tint of gold paint on the handles.” She nodded, proud of herself. “Guess the bedding can add a bit of green to make the colours pop.”

You had trouble catching up. “Grey for what? Which pane of the wall?”

“The wardrobe and the photo frame wall. The toilet can be green and gold.”

“Gold?!”

“Paint.” She clarified. “Gold paint.”

Oh, you knew that -

“Okay,” Lils suddenly clapped her hands. “Let’s go! Buy everything then set the dates for the respective delivery. Oh yes, we need to change that -” She pointed to the old bedside table. “For something else.”

You were pretty sure it had dead lizards or something in there. You didn’t want to dissect it.

The both of you left with ideas buzzing in your brains.

The paint store was obviously the first, followed by the furniture store, the household store, and groceries - cause’ why not? - and then lastly, back to the coffee.

Heading home, Lils informed you that she has already told her parents that she’ll be sleeping over at your house for the next few days, to help with the ‘reconstruction of the bedroom’.

Her words.

The removal of everything in that room was first. Including the bed frame, the bed, and now very narrow halfway thanks to the shelves being placed there.

The painting job took a total of sixteen hours to complete painting everything and another good one and a half days for the paint to cure. Then came the cleaning of the room. That itself took a good half of the day.

You thought that was all? To take a break? Oh no.

The deliverables came. The both of you were on a labour streak. From building to shifting and arranging the pieces of furniture. Gods, by the time everything was done, you had your house to clean. And once that was done too, it took a total of one week.

“The smell hasn’t left yet.” You said as you placed the last of the decorations in the room. “I’m afraid that his nose will be sensitive to it.”

You sat beside the cat plushie that you couldn’t resist buying.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It will leave in the next few days anyways.”

The both of you looked around the room to finally take in the view of your handiworks. Things changed a bit as the both of you progressed. The colour scheme remains the same but you’ve decided to paint the wardrobe black instead, the washroom green and white instead, and the fluffy rugs on the floors were a last-minute addition. The throw was an impulse buy but so was the cat plush. Not that you regretted it.

“Ugh, I can’t believe we painted the whole place. You barely come into the room your walls were turning yellow from the damn musk!”

You laughed sheepishly.

“Alright.” Lils got up. “They’ll be coming in a while. I’m gonna go home and take a damn good sleep while you have fun.”

You nodded. “Sure. Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. Just hit me up anytime you go shopping again. Hopefully not for a whole makeover next time.”

The both of you laughed as you walked her to her car. “Alright, I’ll see you at work then.”

You waved as she drove away just as you saw the police car pulling up.

Well, call for better timing.

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Jake Kiszka & Female Reader

Chapter Two: Look what you made me do...

Summary: As landlady of the Vagabond Blues, you make all the rules. But there's one you just can't seem to keep with the lead guitarist of your house band. He waits for you every night at closing time. Set in the backdrop of the 80s style Roadhouse bar, Jake is a bad influence. But could he be exactly what you need, too?

Warnings: Alcohol and smoking. Pissed off Jake. Oral male. Dirty talk. Full sex. Violent fucking. Throat grabbing. Bar fighting.

Smoke hung in the air as you extinguished your cigarette. Gentle plumes of white rising up from the ash tray on your desk, the urge to light up another taking hold immediately.

You wanted the numbers to make sense. You wanted the profits to balance. Nervously tapping the edge of your pen against the books, none of the intake matched what should have been coming in. You stared at the pages incredulously, waiting for any of it to start tallying.

A gentle knock on your door gave a welcome reprieve. You threw your pen down, sighing in exasperation and leaned back into your chair. The swamp of papers on your desk blurring into your periphery as your door opened a crack.

"Fuck me or marry me, Josh. I don't have time for anything else." You said, noting the head of curls peering in.

He was Jake's twin brother. Singer of the band. A merry breath of fresh air when compared to his counterpart and somebody you suspected knew about what had been going on after hours. But he'd never dare say, and you'd never take the time to drag it out of him.

"Well, if those are my only two options I guess I'll have to make an honest woman out of you." He replied, slipping in and slumping into the red leather couch opposite. "You wanted to see me?"

You threw him the papers and waited for him to peruse over them. His brow furrowed in concentration, waiting for him to notice the anomaly. Taking the time to roll up another smoke.

"What am I looking at?" He asked, turning the pages over like you'd handed him a bedtime story.

"Fucking underhanded thievery." You replied, exhaling through your nose. "Look at those numbers and tell me I'm not getting fucked."

His lip curled in a smirk that wasn't unlike Jake. But with Josh, there was never any underlying agenda. You liked that about Josh. What you saw with him is precisely what you got.

"You think it's one of the bar staff?" He queried, flipping the pages up and down, "Looks like they're skimming off the top."

"They'll skim my knuckles if I catch them doing it." You hissed, taking a savagely long drag. "I've decided to haul everyone in and see if the snakes reveal themselves."

He raised an eyebrow. "What does this have to do with me?"

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the piles of paper in front of you. Sleeves rolled up and a devilish grin forming on your lips.

"You're in my corner, aren't you? They're scared of me but they'll listen to you."

You knew you had to rule with an iron fist. Any hint of weakness and the chain of command would break. Josh had always been good at fairing any weathers the Vagabond Blues stormed up. His cheery disposition was without confrontation or malice. You needed him.

"I don't know what sort of power you think I have here, Cookie." He shook his head, slipping the papers back onto the edge of the desk. "But it 'aint enough to charm the snakes."

"You underestimate yourself." You assured him, "What other choice do I have? I can't ask Jake."

Josh huffed and extended his arms out on the back of the couch. He knew as well as you did that Jake would lead with his instincts rather than calculating them first.

"You've got your hands full here, boss." He sighed, "Why don't you let me and Sammy take care of it for you?"

You hadn't thought to involve Sammy. He was barely old enough to play there, let alone drink. But he was their little brother and Jake had vouched for his ability to play the bass and keys. You'd been impressed, allowed his youth to be overlooked.

"What's your plan here, Kiszka? Get the scumbags to admit they've been stiffing me and then get little Sammy to show them the door?" You laughed, referring to his age rather than the fact he towered over both of his older brothers.

"You got a better idea? Jake runs around like your personal henchman, they wont expect it from the boy." He suggested, "And besides, the money you'll be saving can be our Christmas bonus."

You rolled your eyes. "Better make sure Danny's working tonight, too. You're going to need all the help you can get."

Danny had always had an air of calm. But in the face of adversity, you'd seen him bring men twice his size crashing down the earth. He was the Vagabond Blues band's drummer, although somewhat unofficially he'd become a little more than that lately. It felt like you were recruiting musicians in covert security positions. In lieu of being able to afford to hire actual security.

Nobody fucked with the band. Without the music, the bar was just a sink hole for drinkers and debauched waifs and strays. People who had nothing better to spend their dime on. The music was what kept them from remembering that sobering truth.

"You worry too much, Cookie." Josh said, pulling the cigarette out from your lips as he stood to leave, stealing a drag before he walked out. "You're a mighty woman, but you're still only one person. You should think about letting the reigns out a little with all this."

You shook your head as he tried to return the cigarette.

"Is that an offer, Joshua?" You asked, intrigued.

He'd been growing out his facial hair lately. Trying something new. It suited him, took him further away from looking like his twin. Not that you'd ever considered that they ever looked quite as identical as they could. There was something about him that would never reflect in the other. And it was why you were having this conversation with Josh, and not Jake.

"I could help you, if it was what you really wanted." He shrugged, taking the cigarette down to the butt before stubbing it out in your now over flowing ash tray. "Legit, of course. I'd want to sign contracts and such."

You lent him a knowing grin. "I'll think about it."

You didn't want to be there at the end of the night. This one wasn't going to be the usual. You anticipated some violent fall out and had been on tenterhooks all night. The regulars poured in early, followed by the rag tag revellers that sought out something a little harder than their usual Saturday affairs. The Vagabond Blues could provide that. It had always been a place for outsiders. Something you'd initially taken on the chin, but not when it effected your profits.

Jake was doing his thing. Like a caged animal unleashed, he was pissed off. You could see it in the way his eyes kept searching you out over at the bar, his lips set in a thin line and his nostrils flared. Pissed because he knew he wasn't going to get his way with you tonight. No doubt he knew what was coming.

But the intervention took precedence. You'd called it a "staff meeting" but it wasn't. It was a finger pointing accusation fuelled witch hunt for the profiteering cunt who had been stealing from you. And you were on a knifes edge about it. Jake being pissed at you was the least of your worries.

"Benny and Savannah are outside."

Lutz was the newest barman you'd hired. Didn't know enough of the ropes to know how to stiff them, yet. He was leaning over the bar, empty glasses in his hand, waiting for your response.

"You tell them no fuckery tonight." You replied, shooting your most stern face over towards the saloon door where they waited. "One step out of line at it's a permanent ban."

Lutz nodded and went to give them the good news. Even though you knew, sooner or later, they'd fall foul of breaking the rules again. They always did.

You couldn't help but swing your suspicions around. Watching everyone's movements like a hawk. Lutz was on the periphery, but not completely out of question. Bonnie was someone you'd be damned to accuse, on account of the fact you'd given her the job as a kindness to her sister who had begged you to help give the poor girl some stability before she went completely off the rails. Jerry was your prime suspect. He'd worked the bar the longest. Practically created the ropes, knew the inventory like the back of his hand. But he was older, why do it now? It didn't make no sense. He'd worked there even before you'd taken it over.

It felt like you couldn't fucking take it anymore. Retreating back to your office, slamming the door shut behind you to muffle out the chaos and pulling out a bottle of rum from your desk drawer as you sank into the old couch and kicked off your boots.

You didn't want to think about the damn place. It was already too late to try and pull the knife out of your back. All you wanted to do was sink into an oblivion where nothing and nobody was your responsibility. Least of all drunks and vagabonds.

You knew it wasn't Josh at the door when the knock came far more aggressively than he would've tapped. You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily into the darkness. You just needed a moment to breathe.

"Not right now!" You called, hoping they'd take the hint.

You hadn't noticed the distinct lack of guitar behind the closed door. So when it opened you were surprised to find your lover standing there. You checked the time on the wall clock in the light from the hall outside, certain there was still a few hours of playing time left.

"I said, not right now." You repeated, leaning your head back to try and stave off the headache that was brewing.

Jake closed the door and plunged the room back into relative darkness. The neon light from the sign outside shining in through the broken blinds on the window.

"If not now, then when?" He demanded, leaning on the edge of your desk with his arms folded.

"I aint your girl right now, Jake." You reminded him. "You're clocked in on playing time, I'm your fucking boss until midnight. Get back out there."

He didn't budge. "The fuck you are. Talking about letting Josh help you out. Letting him take care of shit with Sam and Danny. Like I didn't throw those drunken fools out last weekend."

He had no intention of leaving the room without having this conversation. Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach. What was already turning into a tumultuous night seemed to be leaning straight into being one of the worst nights of your life.

"I really don't need this right now, Jake." You huffed, taking a swig straight from the bottle. "I got enough shit from every other fucking employee, I don't need it from you."

You'd never seen him pissed off before. Mildly vexed, perhaps. But not like this. You could see the whites of his eyes and the way his breathing was short. He would back you into a corner, regardless of what you said.

"This isn't about anyone else." He said bluntly, " This is about you and me. And the fact you wont let me fucking help you, even though you know... don't you?"

You rolled your eyes. "Know, what?"

You'd kicked the hornets nest, now. He stood up and curled his fists until his knuckles were white. His mouth trembling on words he knew he couldn't take back if he let them spill out.

"You're a fucking bitch, Cookie." He snorted, "If you can't see what's under your fucking nose. As if I'd wait for you every damn night just for a casual fuck. It aint about that. I want to see you home safe."

He softened a little. Like admitting it had taken all his strength. And even though you just wanted to be alone, you could feel him reeling you in like he always did. In ways you couldn't see, or smell, or taste. That were completely invisible other than you felt it and always let it take you.

"You know what I need right now, Jake?" You relented, patting the side of the couch next to you. "I need to forget that I run this fucking shit show. I need to forget that it fucking exists. I need to sit here and drink this rum and pretend there's nothing outside this god damn room."

Whatever magnetic force had brought you together in the first place drew him towards you. He was covered in sweat, his shirt saturated and his neck had a glistening sheen as he passed the light of the window.

"There's no happy ending for me, Jake." You whispered in the dark as he sank into the space beside you. "When are you gonna start getting it?"

His jaw was clenched. Half of his face shrouded as he regarded you. You were laid back, bottle in hand. On the verge of crying, but you could never seem to let the tears fall.

"You're full of shit, Cookie." He placed a well meaning hand on your knee. "You're not broken, you don't need fucking saving. Least of all by my fucking brother."

He would've taken anyone else over Josh being the one to step in and save the day. You could see the way it boiled his blood. The way he wanted to be the one to come to your aid.

"You know damn well it's got absolutely nothing to do with me." You explained, slamming the bottle down on the floor and rising to meet his gaze. "Josh doesn't give a fuck about me. He wants a contract, all legit. He's not doing it as a favour. He's gonna take care of the books for me and make sure nothing else goes missing. It's not a security detail, he's not taking people out by the scuff of their necks like you do."

"No, that's what Danny's for." He was adamant, reducing you to a cold and hard silence that you couldn't argue with.

"Why does it matter to you, Jake?" You questioned, "You're paid to play the blues. So play the fucking blues."

You leaned back down and retrieved your bottle. He didn't move. Sat there eyeing you as you tried not to spill the rum down your cleavage.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're like this?"

You almost choked on it. Coughing on it and sitting back up just to clear your airway of what he'd said.

"You want in on the action? It's out there, not in here."

You could've talked at a brick wall and gotten more sense out of it. He could hear you, but he wasn't listening. And a part of you didn't want him to, anyway. The part of you that needed something to take the edge off where the rum simply wasn't doing the job.

"I beg to differ." He whispered, "Look what you made me do..."

He held your gaze as he took the bottle out of your hand. You swallowed hard. He shuffled closer. Placing your palm against the twitching bulge beneath his jeans.

"You feel that? It's all for you, Cookie. It's always for you."

You weren't sure if you preferred it when he was pissed off. When you could be angry with him and not have to pretend that you weren't falling for him.

"Oh, so now you're not even waiting until closing time?" You wondered, letting it happen regardless.

You could have fought it. But your mood was so low that you didn't want the stinkin' bar anymore. Let it run into the ground. Jake was offering you a way out. Let them knock on the door and see what he does to you after hours.

"Are you going to argue with me about it?" He asked, raising a speculative eyebrow.

"I should." You replied breathily, letting the space between the two of you inch closer. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are barging in here and barking orders at me. Questioning my authority."

His mouth stilled close to yours. Teasing breath from each other, wondering who would be the first to allow their tongue to betray them. Your hand was deftly squeezing his bulge, making him hum onto your lips.

"I just....oh, fuck. I just want to..." He stuttered, letting you keep him close as you slipped his zipper down. "Damn it, Cookie... I just want to keep you safe is all..."

"Mmm'hmmm." You murmured, pulling him out fully hard and pulsating. "I'm a big girl, Jake. I got it covered."

He shoved himself into your palm. Thrusting without mercy or apology, letting you grip him so tight he gasped. And he felt so damn good. There was a rush of moisture to your core, a visceral need to have him as your subordinate.

"You gonna let me have my way?" You asked, snaking your body down until your knees were pressed against the edge of the couch with his thighs on either side of you.

"Looks like you already are." He allowed, freeing himself completely as he watched you in the neon light from outside. "Take what you need, Cookie."

He understood.

As you licked circles around his tip, he gathered up your hair into his fist. You could taste the salt of his pre-cum already, in steady droplets that formed as you swept your tongue across his little slit of an opening. Once he had you in his grasp, you sank his end into your mouth and began sucking on it like a lollypop. Letting his head ride against the wave of your tongue. Listening to him breathe so much deeper, huffing out groans that were getting louder and louder.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good." He told you, in strangled words that came out more like he was struggling for breath. "What the fuck has gotten into you tonight?"

You were done talking about it, thinking about it. Whatever was happening out there wasn't important. The way his cock felt was your focus. The way he stared down at you, the way his jaw was slack. The way his stomach moved up and down as he fought for breath.

"You, Jake."

For a moment he was incredulous. In disbelief that you'd allowed such a sentiment to escape. So were you, holding his cock in your hand as you waited for him to say something that would absolve you of the emotional little slip.

"You wanna slow it down a little bit?" He asked, the corner of his mouth turning upward. "Light a candle or something?"

He was playing with you. Softly, but in a way that made you giggle involuntarily. You fucking hated it, whenever he drew from you things which you weren't prepared to give.

"Why don't you do what you do best and talk me through it, huh?"

You busied yourself with sucking him off. Sinking him back into the depths of your mouth. Rolling your tongue over his head, swirling up and down his shaft. Jerking him off as you swallowed, lifting the underside up so that you could paint a stripe from tip to the curve of his balls.

"You're suckin' that so good I can't...fuck... got me all speechless here, Cookie."

"Distract me." You suggested, his cock resting in the pouch of your cheek as you spoke.

He choked out a deep breath. Tightening the grip on your hair as your head bobbed up and down.

"Ok...ok.... I want you to imagine me bending you over the pool table. I'll get down and eat your ass, stick my tongue right into your little pussy hole... Slap my cock against it and slip into it deep and slow. Just how you like it. Fuck with your nipples a little bit, tug on them while you get fucked. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You hummed your approval against his balls. Sucking them into your mouth, letting your tongue slide all over them, your hand keeping him hard and solid. You could picture it in your mind. The empty bar, just you and him like it always was. You were fucking saturated.

"Fill you up with my cum and fuck it back into you. Watch it spill out of your tight little cunt. Oh god, Cookie...I can't hold on."

You spread your knees apart. Fighting to free yourself. Your spit was dripping down his big, thick shaft. You watched it pool with his pre-cum as you practically clawed at your panties. He ate you up as you straddled him on the couch, looking up at you like you were a fucking unicorn.

Nobody had ever looked at you like you were a mythical creature before. Like you were this beautiful, unattainable thing he wanted nothing more than to possess even if it was just for a fleeting moment. He just wanted to own your essence.

Would it be so bad if you let him?

"Sssshhhh..." He placed a finger to your lips, poised to let him penetrate. "You hear that?"

All you could hear was the pounding of your own heart. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, throbbing from your head right down to the tip of your hard clit.

"I don't hear anything." You replied dismissively, gripping his base as you lined him up.

He grabbed your hips. "Yeah, exactly."

The silence was deafening as you impaled yourself on him. Bouncing hard, feeling him stretch you mercilessly as you fought for release.

The music had stopped.

"Cum in me, Jake." You demanded, feeling the tide of climax reach for shore. "Cum so fucking hard in me, baby."

What other choice did he have? You were an animal. Determined to fuck him with all the pent up frustration that was threatening to strangle you otherwise. Taking fists of his hair and pulling his head back, kissing him with your tongue so deep into his mouth you could taste what he had for breakfast.

When he couldn't take it any more, he wrapped a cautious hand around your neck and held you steady. Thrusting upwards, violent and so hard you almost lost balance.

"You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy?"

You nodded vacantly.

"Yeah, you do." He whispered viciously, taking away every thread of stress and anxiety that weaved through your nervous system. "You better wear those panties after, want you walking around the place filled with it."

The music had stopped. Above the white noise of your heavy breathing and the blood rushing to your head, you couldn't hear much else. Jake pounded into you until it felt like your mortal coil might spin right off and leave you dead for the sake of a mind blowing orgasm.

You could feel it when he came. The heat and the wetness. And the way he lingered with his tongue at your mouth until you were brutally finished. Sweat drenched and satisfied as he fell back into the couch and let you go.

"Did you realise the music had stopped?" You asked, hastily pulling up your underwear as you climbed off.

Jake ran a palm down the length of his face. "Yeah? The fuck did you think I was going to do, though?"

When the music stopped it only meant one thing. Carnage. And even though he was reluctant, Jake rapidly dressed and followed you out of the office and back into the bar.

You were still trying to straighten yourself out as you walked into the middle of a brawl. Not just a two man show of ego, either. You could already see the blood on the floor, mingled with beer and whiskey. Your muscles felt weightless as you tried to intervene, your body entirely ruined by what you'd just done.

"Break it up!" You screamed, yanking on collars and hair, never quite sure who you were reaching for.

Your previous calm dissipated into fear as you realised you were out of your depth. Crying out for him in the middle of it all. Feeling yourself being jostled and pulled in all directions, slipping on blood and fists flying.

All of a sudden the air shifted from your lungs. You felt yourself being pulled back, everything moving too quickly for your to properly respond. Chairs and tables were being used as weapons. All of it ruined. Everything you'd worked your ass to the bone for.

"Cookie, what the fuck were you thinking?!"

Jake was holding you back. The heat of his body still smelled like the sex you'd just had as he held you close.

"You gotta make them stop, Jake! I can't!" You begged, knowing there and then that you were at the end of the line.

He left you there on the side lines. Distraught and helpless. You watched him disappear into the fray. Terrified, perhaps, for the first time in your life for someone else's safety. You'd never cared much about the fights that had happened there before. It felt like not much really mattered as long as he walked out of it in one piece.

"Just fucking stop!!!" You yelled, certain no one could hear.

All you could do was stand there. And watch. And hope. You could see Danny pummel someone to the ground. Young Sammy was covered in cuts and bruises forming already. You could see the regular fist swingers in there, no doubt nothing to do with the initial cause but they sure did love to pack a punch regardless. Josh was in there too, fighting for breath as he fought off swing after swing.

Where was Jake? You couldn't see him anymore.

Chapter Three: Look at me, Don't look at him... *Coming Soon

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