#i just blocked them and moved on. but i was still in a foul mood. what was the remedy?

[yanguazalie]

I dedicate this cool-down drawing to donut bagels, Uglydolls, and especially Wang Chung! :D

Evidently these two have had a hold on me the past few posts lol

#uglydolls #uglydolls lou #uglydolls ox #long-story short i spent an evening hatescrolling this old artist's abandoned account #and then i possibly stumbled upon their new account #but after spending over an hour comparing both accounts' art styles and not concluding anything #i just blocked them and moved on. but i was still in a foul mood. what was the remedy? #drawing! but because of my mood i didn't have any concept so i just ''drew anything'' #kind of interesting to think what's at my core after such an experience haha #a grumpy blonde- a green rabbit- and an 80s song about partying #while a fun drawing session. lesson learned: let the proverbial sleeping dog lay!

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[shyvioletcat]

~ MASTERLIST ~

While we wait for Taylor Swift to break our hearts, thought I might dabble a bit in that myself. We get a bit of insight into Rowan this chapter and I lent into canon a little bit. This is the *ADVICE* prompt thanks to @throneofglassmicrofics.

CW: Off page character death

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Rowan liked his new house, it was practical, easy to maintain and the neighbourhood turned out to be nicer than he was expecting. The street was quiet, nothing more than the occasional backyard party disturbed him the nights after work or on the weekends. Unless he fully committed to choosing the true life of a hermit and hid away far off in the mountains, Rowan couldn't escape all human contact. And besides his purposefully casual interactions at work and the obligatory check-ins with his friends and family he was managing to avoid the unnecessary kinds. He’d been informed more than once that this outlook wasn’t healthy, but it was how he managed. Especially today.

Today marked three years to the day the life he had known shattered into pieces. Time had dulled the constant ache, but this date still haunted him. Rowan had moved here once the haze had cleared enough that he had the drive to seek out a new job and a new start. Or he might just have been running away, his personal reasoning usually depended on his mood. 

It had been like any other day, Rowan was making dinner waiting for his wife to get home when the phone had rung. In the middle of stirring the butter chicken that Lyria had specially requested out of the blue, he hadn’t bothered to note who the caller was. His blood ran cold at the first words: this is Doranelle General Hospital. After that he was given the instructions that he needed to get to the hospital as soon as he could. 

The drive went by in a blur, but he’d got there. When he gave his name received a look that was full of sympathy and he knew. Rowan knew right then and there but he forced himself into denial. It was hard to ignore when a doctor rounded the corner next and led Rowan to a private room to tell him the devastating truth.

There was a car accident.

Lyria had died.

She was pregnant.

Rowan had sat there, stunned, devoid of feeling, because of the one little fact that he didn’t know. Lyria was pregnant, she was pregnant and she hadn’t told him. Rowan had left the hospital a broken man and three years later he still hadn’t been able to piece himself back together. 

It was a rare thing for Rowan to take a day off work, but that was for the better. His mood was foul and people didn’t deserve to have that inflicted on them. Each year it got better—no, easier—and he didn’t know if it was a bad thing or a good thing. The shame and guilt of not being there when he should have would plague him forever. 

To keep the demons at bay he chose running. This was his fourth lap around the block, everytime he had approached his front yard he’d told himself one more, he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. So he pushed himself for another, then another, and despite the burning in his lungs and the lagging of his feet he might just go around again. Rowan might just have if his neighbour pulling into her driveway hadn't pulled him up. He slowed down to a jog when he saw the car approaching the driveway so she wouldn’t have to stop for him. 

It had been about a month since their first interaction and they hadn’t had another since. She remained the only niggling irritation Rowan had with living here. This woman had come at him so viciously and he was still feeling the need to defend himself. He had watched her almost drop her baby just to get the bins down to the curb. Anyone with any sense would have accepted the help instead of making a point. 

That irritation rose when she slowed down so much that Rowan basically had to stop on the path. He got it, he really did, but anything and everything got to him today. In the end he used this as an excuse to go home. Maybe he could force some food down and see if he could sleep off the rest of his mood. Rowan walked on the path in front of her lawn and as he took out his earbud he caught sight of her waving him down. Confused, he stopped just watching as his neighbour walked across the grass. 

“Hi,” she said tightly, obviously not pleased about the conversation she had been the one to start. 

Unable to do much else, Rowan matched her energy. “Hi.”

Those unusual eyes narrowed at him, and not wanting to be the focus of her ire he shifted his attention to the baby she was holding. It was a mistake. Looking at her was like a shot to the chest. She had brown eyes and hair, her tiny fist was curled from where it clung to her mother’s shirt. What sent him staggering was that this child’s colouring was so similar to Lyria’s. An ill-timed reminder of what could have been. His neighbour talking gave him something else to focus on. 

“I snapped at you, I’m sorry,” she said. 

The scoff he made was involuntary, as were the words that came out of his mouth next, no chance to temper them against his anger. “It must have been so hard to track me down. It’s been a month. You’ve had plenty of chances to apologise before now.”

The woman all but reared back, at this point Rowan didn’t care about the verbal lashing he was going to get. 

“Take my advice,” she all but hissed, shifting the baby in her arms—shifting her away. “Don’t be a dick when someone’s trying to apologise.” 

That was their conversation done, the still nameless woman stomped across her lawn and into the house, the front door not quite slamming but obviously closed with some force. Rowan was well aware all he had done was add fuel to the fire, and it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as he did. He didn’t have the energy or time for this, the best thing for him to do was ignore his volatile and irksome neighbour. Something that would be more than easy for him to do.

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After copious amounts of editing I only went over by 42 words, which is a pretty good effort.

#rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass microfics

[quicktosimp]

Under the Sea

Kinktober Day 19 Aonung/Rotxo

A/N: I love these boys so much 😍😭

Now has a Part 2

And thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us 💖

Warnings: Aged Up!Characters, Threesome, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Water Sex, Alien Biology, No Idea How to Tag it But It's Like the Na'vi Version of IcyHot They Use For Sex

Free diving with Aonung and Rotxo is my favorite way to spend the day. Being able to serve the clan while doing what we love with our lovers, nothing is better than that. Awa'atlu’s waters are comforting, a peace I have not found elsewhere. Now, while Rotxo and Aonung can hold their breath like pros, they still need to breathe; I get to cheat using my exopack. Down in the corals, I watch some fish swim around as I wait for my mates to return for air. A bright yellow fish with orange and blue spots circles around me several times; at first, I thought it was playful, but now I think it's sizing me up to eat me.

I glare at the fish, waiting to see what it would do. It may still be friendly, after all. Until Rotxo swims to me, pulling me away from the fish, an arrow from Aonung’s crossbow quickly lands a hit, killing the fish instantaneously. Aonung placed the fish in the basket attached to me, looking more than peeved.

‘What the hell were you thinking? That thing was going to eat you whole!’ Aonung’s sign was jerky in his haste.

‘It was friendly at first! I wasn’t sure if I was friend or food!’ I signed back as quickly as I could, trying to explain myself.

Rotxo quickly swam to my side so I could see him communicate with me, ‘Yellow body, blue and orange spots. Aonung was right; it can detach its jaws and swallow you whole.’

‘Opps?’ I sign, my face showing some remorse.

Rotxo shakes his head as Aonung rolls his eyes hard enough to see his own brain. I swim forward, placing the screen of my mask against Aonung’s face, attempting to bring my forehead to his. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I can see the start of a foul mood fading from his face and body. Aonung moves and places a kiss on my forehead before bringing out the tether rope. I hate that damn rope. It’s the one they always use when I get into things that are ‘too dangerous’ and ‘can eat you’, I think it’s bull. I pushed myself back, trying to escape, but Rotxo blocked my path, helping Aonung tie the tether rope. 

I turned to Rotxo, ‘Traitor.’

His smile was sheepish, ‘Sorry, Paskalin, but you did almost get eaten,’

Aonung turns me to look at him, signing, ‘Come on, don’t let this ruin our day. Now I get to have you all I want.’ He tried to smile sweetly, but his smirk won.

Now feeling petty, I decide that I’m going to lay there like dead weight, letting Aonung pull me along as he swims. Laying in a way that pulled against the direction he was swimming in. Rotxo found this amusing as he was right behind me, chuckling without losing any air. I blow a raspberry at him, and that causes Roxto to laugh properly, air bubbles leaving his mouth, making him need to surface for air. Aonung, confused by Rotxo’s sudden surface he, follows, glaring at me as he tows my useless body behind him. Breaching the surface was a bit unusual. I had been under the water for what had probably been hours now; the sunlight was harsh on my eyes. 

“Rotxo! Are you alright? Why the sudden surface?” Aonung asks, his frown expressing concern.

“I am fine! Paskalin made me laugh, that is all.” Rotxo explained, his boyish smile nearly as blinding as the sun. 

Rebuttling, I say, “I have to have fun somehow!” I wave my arm, splashing them.

Now, Aonung’s frown is directed toward me, with Rotxo giggling in the background, “You had your fun and nearly got eaten, and it's not like we are stopping you from having fun. If you think that, then I will return you to shore.” Aonung’s tone unforgiving.

I swam over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, “I was just having some harmless fun. I just wanted to make Rotxo laugh, and we were close to the surface. I knew there wouldn’t be a risk.” I sweetly explained. 

“You’re being a brat today,” Aonung stated, wrapping his arms around me.

“I wonder why,” I muttered under my breath, quiet enough that neither of them could hear. 

Aonung’s ear twitched at the small sound but otherwise did not react. Instead, he holds me closer. Rotxo appeared at my back, wrapping his arms around me and resting his hands on Aonung. They kiss softly, their lips never leaving each other as their tongues come into play. They softly part as Rotxo speaks, “I think it could be because she’s needy. We left the marui before giving Paskalin her morning attention.” Rotxo pauses for a moment before his eyes widen in shock, “Wait, isn’t this the time Paskalin goes through the human version of heat? Ovu- ovu-somehitng?”

Aonung goes still, his own eyes were wide, “No wonder you’re angry with us. We have neglected you as mates!”

“Wait, guys, it’s not tha-” But Rotxo cut me off.

“Well, this is the perfect place to fix that!” And his lips attached themselves to my neck.

“Oh!” I gasped, not expecting this turn of events.

Aonung chuckles, “You have the right idea.” Attaching himself to the other side of my neck.

The feeling of their warm lips on my skin and the pleasure their mouths bring is intoxicating, especially with the contrast of the cold water. And their hands wander. One is around my hip, another my thigh, one is on my waist holding me up, and a final one groped at my right breast. 

“I love you too, and I love your attention, but this isn’t-” Yet again, I am cut off.

“If Sumtsyìp still speaking this well, then we aren’t doing our jobs properly.” With that, Aonung sunk under the water. 

Rotxo moves his hands so both are on my breasts, using that hold to keep me up as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I lean my head back and lay it against Rotxo’s shoulders.

“Aonung!” I shout as he grips my hips under the water. Sliding my bikini bottoms off, he spreads my legs and dives in. 

“Oh! Fuck!” I cry out. 

Aonung’s tongue delved into my folds, bullying it into my hole as he grinds his teeth into my clit. I try to thrust my hips, but I can't go anywhere between Aonung and Rotxo’s holds. I wrap my arms around, threading my fingers through Rotxo’s short hair, needing to ground myself on something. The onslaught of pleasure numbs my brain, my breasts are tender, and Rotxo has always known how to pleasure them perfectly. Aonung, on the other hand, I can never keep his mouth away from my cunt. The moment we’re alone, or just the three of us, he’s on his knees, and my panties are nowhere to be found. The two of them work together in tandem, playing my body like an instrument. 

“Are you feeling good, Paskalin?” Rotxo asks, nipping around my neck.

“Yes, you always make me feel good,” I moan in response.

“Have to make you feel good,” Rotxo bites at the junction of my neck and shoulder, leaving a deep purple mark.

Aonung spilled a finger in at that moment, thrusting and wiggling it as he went. I can’t help but clench around his digit, feeling as he stroked my g spot, making white spots dance in my eyes.

“Shit, that's good!” I hiss out. 

Rotxo chuckles at my reaction before continuing to make a collar of love bites on my neck. 

Aonung’s mouth and finger leave my cunt before surfacing for breath, “How was that for a start, Sumtsyìp?” He had a cocky grin on his face.

“It was good, but don’t you think Rotxo deserves a turn?” I quip, challenging him.

Rotxo moves his head back, not expecting me to bring him into this.

“That’s a good idea, Sumtsyìp.” Speaking to Rotxo, he says. “We can trade spots. I can keep this pretty pussy all for myself.” 

They quickly change spots, Aonung pressing my back against his muscular chest. While Rotxo dove under, but away from me. Before I had a chance to voice my confusion, Aonung ruts his slit into me, his cock already peeking out of his slit. 

“Fuck you’re a munch. You’re peeking just from eating me.” I moan while rubbing my ass into his slit.

“Shit!” Aonung hisses, attempting to still my hips.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want attention? My pussy is right here, ready for your attention.” I croon, rolling my body. 

“You need to be patient. I know you're needy right now, but you still need manners,” He scolded.

“Ha!” A shocked laugh leaves my lips, “Manners? Like when you went into rut while eating me out?” 

Aonung groans in exasperation, “It was the day before I was meant to start my rut. That wasn’t my fault.” 

“As I said before, you’re a mun-!” I break off into a squeal.

Rotxo had returned and thrust two fingers into me, covered in that fucking gel that feels like IcyHot. Rotxo’s pace wasn’t gentle, wiggling and maneuvering, ensuring every crevice of my insides was covered in that gel-like substance. 

“Why?” I whine, unsure if I want to move closer or farther from the offending touch. 

“You know why, Sumtsyìp. It ensures good mating and fertility.” Aonung chuckles at my plight.

“Your dicks are triple the size of a human male’s and lock into my cervix. I do not think I need any other fertility aids.” I continue to whine, the tingling of hot and cold with the rough thrusts, making me near my climax sooner than I would like. 

“Nooo! Too soon!” I moan; Rotxo’s thumb reaches my clit, smearing the gel on it, continuing the slow circles. 

“You need to cum already? Sumtsyìp, we just started; we still have a long day to go.” Aonung’s voice is smug as he holds me still for Rotxo, “Do you know why I tend to lead when it comes to sex?” His hands trail up, pinching and pulling at my nipples, while Rotxo inserted a finger from his other hand into me as well. 

“Oh Fuck!” My back arches off Aonung’s chest, as my hips cannot move. 

The stretch adds to the burn caused by the gel, the rolling and pinching of my clit, his rough thrusts bruising my walls and cervix.  

“Rotxo!” I shout, unable to hold back my voice, as my core tightens. 

“What is our tìyawn is going to make you cum? Is he bulling your hole just like I do? You always think Rotxo is the sweet one in our relationship, but the truth is I’m the one who holds him back. Whenever I hold onto his hips when he’s inside you, it's cause he just wants to go, thrust his dick inside you without any restraint. If I didn't hold him back, he’d break you.” Aonung growled as he bit my ear. 

My core is filled with heat, tempered by the sting of cold, but I can’t stop it. A flood of pleasure washes over me, waves rolling through my system as Rotxo’s fingers refuse to stop, curling and rubbing, even as I started to twitch on his hold. My legs begin to shake as I use my foot to push him Rotxo away, the pleasure too much. He slowly removes his hands, giving one last pat to my folds. I try to buck away from the touch to no avail.

“That’s our good girl,” Aonung mutters, rubbing my hips soothingly.

Rotxo breaches the surface facing me, his boyish face covered by a mischievous grin, his eyes dark, “Was that good, Yawne?”

Aonung dove under the water, holding me from underneath the waves.

“Yes, but get it off!” I beg, the tingling of hot and cold still attacking my cunt.

A dark chuckle leaves Rotxo’s mouth, “Oh, Yawne. Don’t you know? It’s going to stay on throughout our entire mating.” Lining his slit up with my cunt.

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[mochegato]

Safe house

An explosion lit up the skyline, the shockwave strong enough that the safehouse windows rattled even quite a few blocks away. Marinette threw the curtains out of the way, almost pressing her face to the glass to see better.  The glow from the massive fire lit up her face, giving her anxious features a warm, calming radiance.  She rose up on her toes, craning her neck in a useless attempt to see what was happening over the surrounding buildings.

An affronted squawk ripped out when a hand landed on her shoulder, wrenching her away and throwing her back a few feet.  Jason quickly replaced the curtains in front of the windows, obscuring her view out, but more importantly anyone else’s view in. “You’re going to give it all away if you keep insisting on announcing your presence to everyone in the area,” he snapped.  He peeked through the curtains, casting a wary glance up and down the street for anyone who might have seen her.

“Sorry,” she grumbled.  She looked down abashed for only a moment before her curiosity got to her again.  She craned her neck to try to see anything through the crack in the curtains.  “Was that us or them?  Is everyone still okay?”

“That was the warehouse,” he growled without looking at her, a scowl marring his features.  “Lots of damage but nobody hurt.”  His head snapped to the hallway as Tikki flew back into the room now that the curtains were closed.  “Them,” he answered.

Marinette hissed out a breath.  “Glad we kicked everyone out earlier.  Probably should have moved my fabrics too.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and pointed an accusatory finger toward her.  “If you hadn’t insisted on acting like bait for those hyenas…”

“Hey!” Marinette interrupted, pouting at him.  “That's an insult to hyenas.  Harley’s hyenas would never…”

“Harley would never let her hyenas act as bait for those blood thirsty, psychopathic, scumbags,” Jason cut in harshly.

“But I’m smarter than them.  And taller, too,” she joked with a cheeky smile.  She held her hand up to the top of her head to accentuate her point.

Jason rolled his eyes.  “Not by much,” he grumbled.  He turned away from her and tapped his com.  “Status?”  He hummed and grunted roughly in response to whatever he was hearing over the coms.  Judging by the way the lines of his scowl deepened, the news wasn’t in their favor.  He went back to his pacing without looking back at her.

Marinette dropped onto the couch with a huff, her bangs fluttering up and laying delicately back down.  Jason had been in a right foul mood all night.  What should have been a fun if somewhat tense night with one of her favorite people to be around, was instead fraught with stress and anxiety.  They should be helping each other to lighten the mood.  That’s what they usually did.  That’s how they worked.  Their banter was one of her favorite things in the world.  But there was no banter, just curt gruff comments and glowery glares.

Tikki patted her on the cheek comfortingly and gave her a sympathetic smile.  “I’m sure they’ll catch them soon,” she reassured Marinette.

Marinette scoffed and dropped her head against the back of the couch.  “I certainly hope so.  That was the point of the plan; to end this as quickly and with as few casualties as possible.”

Jason moved to the window again and peeked through the curtains for any indication of danger.  “It was a terrible plan,” he groused.

“It was a well thought out plan,” Marinette defended, offended he thought so little of her and his team.

He rounded on her, eyes blazing.  “It was a plan.  It was not well thought out.  If it was, you wouldn’t be in danger, and I wouldn’t need to be here right now.”

Marinette huffed and looked away guiltily.  She knew Jason hated sitting by idly.  He hated not getting involved.  And no matter how much he might deny it, she knew the thought of his family in danger without him to protect them, making sure they were safe and watching their back, bothered him to his very core.  Because Jason’s deep, dark, extremely poorly concealed secret, was that he loved his family very much.  And instead of being out there with them, he was stuck in here, with her.

He was restless, tensed like a caged animal. Every muscle was taut to the point his whole body was practically shaking, pacing seemingly one of the only ways he could vent the pressure.  His eyes flicked from phone to hallway to door to window on a constant circuit, with only an occasional momentary glance over to her to break up the pattern.  She’d taken her com out to lessen her anxiety, but Jason didn’t have that luxury.  He couldn’t escape the chatter and it was clearly getting to him.  

It was the pacing that did it for her though.  The waiting she could handle.  The uncertainty was disturbing but manageable. Him snapping at her… was actually not unfamiliar.  It was his usual reaction the few times she went into the field with them.  But it was the pacing that finally broke her, ramping up her anxiety and tension to the point that she had no choice but to snap. She hated when Jason was wound up like this.  He should be smiling.  He should be relaxed.  He should be showing off his smile that crinkled his eyes and brightened his face, pinching his cheeks.

But instead, he was acting trapped and agitated, like he was teetering on the edge of madness, because of her.  “I’m sorry, okay?” Marinette snapped.  She stood up quickly and started toward the window before stopping herself before she could make the same mistake as earlier.  She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room instead, wrapping her arms around herself in order to give them something to do. She kept her eyes trained on the floor.

Jason stopped pacing and stared at her in surprise. “What?”

“I’m sorry you’re here with me, instead of out there with everyone else.  I’m sorry you don’t get to fight and protect them,” she elaborated, voice harsher than she intended.

Her eyes flicked up to him only momentarily, but it was enough for Jason to see past the blasé mask to see the guilt in them.  He scrunched his face, pursing his lips as he stared at her, an inscrutable expression on his face.  “You think I don’t want to be here?”

Marinette took a beat to steal herself before looking up to meet his eyes.  “I mean… I don’t think you’re here by choice.  You clearly want to be out there helping your family rather than just here, with me, waiting helplessly.”

His shoulders dropped instantly.  “Mari…”

“I’m sorry he forced you to watch me instead of being out there in the action,” she cut in, unable to stop her mouth.  She watched her fingers as she spoke.  “I understand.  I do.  If it was my team, I’d want to be out there watching them too.  I always hated being on babysitting duty.  So, I get it.  I do. And that was usually me making the decision for myself.  You didn’t even get the choice.  You just had to…”

He crossed to her silently while she babbled and finally rested his hands on her shoulders to silence her.  “You think he forced me to be here?”

She shrugged.  “That’s usually the way it works, doesn’t it?  He assigns everyone their roles.”

“And when have I ever just done what he told me to?” he tried to joke.

Marinette shook her head slightly but didn’t look up. He sighed deeply at his failed attempt. It appeared he couldn’t joke his way out of the situation.  He bobbed his head down to meet her eyes so she could see how serious he was.  “Mari… he assigned Duke to protect you.”

That stopped Marinette up short.  Her eyes snapped up to his.  “Then wh…”

“I demanded it.  Insisted.  I didn’t want anyone else watching you but me.  I didn’t trust anyone else but me.  I needed to know you were safe.  I needed to be the one to ensure it.”  He searched her eyes.  “I know you are more than capable of protecting yourself, but I need to know that you were.”

Marinette shook her head in confusion.  “But you’ve been snapping at me all night.”

“Because you put yourself in danger.  We put you in danger.  You’re not safe.  I need you to be safe,” he murmured.  He slid his hands up her neck until they were lightly cradling her face, his thumbs resting on her cheeks.  His serious expression softened and the look in his eyes becoming affectionate but with an intensity she didn’t expect.  “I’m here to make sure nothing happens to you, to be the last line.  So even if everyone else falls, I can make sure you’re safe.  Because you’re the most important thing in the city to me right now.”

Marinette blinked at him blankly until a grin slowly across her lips.  “Most important, huh?  Just right now?”

Jason huffed with a roll of his eyes, but his lips quirked up at the sides.  “More than just right now.”

“So… like now and then?” she asked innocently, but her eyes betrayed her teasing.

“Now and always,” he corrected, his voice deep and husky.  He lowered his lips slowly to hers, but suddenly bobbed his head away, his hand flying up to his ear.  “Confirm that please.  Everyone is rounded up?  It’s over?”

Jason breathed a sigh of relief looks over to her with a gratified grin.  His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks.  “I’m going to stay with her tonight just to be safe.”

“Uh huh,” Duke grumbled over the coms, skepticism dripping from his words.  “Never done it with anyone else… not once… in the history of ever.  And we’re not supposed to think anything is going on with my friend.”

“Uh huh,” Jason chirped back.  “Yep, that’s right.  Thanks. Night guys.”

“Hood!  Hood don’t you da…” whatever Duke was going to say next was cut off when Jason cut his coms.

“What did they say?” Marinette asked, stepping over to him, looking up at him curiously.

“Duke says he hopes we stay safe,” Jason reported dutifully, but with a hint of an impish smile dragging the corner of his lips up. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him.  “He wants me to keep a very close eye on you.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow.  “You know I have my own com, right?” she asked holding up the com they’d leant her.  “I can check in with him.”

Jason grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder. “Oops,” he grinned unapologetically as he leaned down until his lips were just centimeters from hers, his breath ghosting over her lips.  “Guess we’ll never know now.”

Marinette huffed out a laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her chest until it pushed against his.  “Such a shame.”

Jason hummed in agreement.  “We’ll just have to figure out a different way to entertain ourselves.” He closed the distance, his lips touching hers gently, softly, just a trace of a kiss but quickly turned more intense.  “Maybe on the couch,” he mumbled against her lips when he finally pulled away just enough to talk.

Marinette grinned and raised her lidded eyes to his as she nodded.  “The couch is a great place for entertaining,” she agreed before pressing her lips to his again, more urgently this time, as he walked them back to the couch.

They had just fallen onto the couch, him flipping them as they fell so he was underneath and wouldn’t smash her when she heard his com crackle back on, a definite sign Barbara or Tim had overridden the shut off. She scowled at it and pulled it out, tossing it over her shoulder to join hers.  “Oops,” she grinned.  Jason grinned back as he pulled her down to continue their entertainment.

@maribat-calendar-events @jasonette-july-event

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july #jasonette july 2022 #prompt - protect

[knightyoomyoui]

Momo x F Reader- “The Fight Of Our Lives”

Happy 20K milestone reads for this book! Thank you so much readers even though I know I ain't good enough as an author to deserve all of these.

I have nothing more else to say about this one except that this is just as unique again as "The Multiversal Redemption Arc" Sana x Reader one-shot from Set 3, "When Fantasy Just Got Real" Nayeon x M Reader and "Lost" Jihyo x M Reader both from Set 2 compared to the rest since I added another element or genre in this story I've never done from my previous works.

Read to find out!

TW: violence and foul words

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"Any upcoming schedules I have except for the fanmeeting tomorrow?", Momo asked while focusing on typing her fingers to the phone.

"So far, none Momoring.", you answered after swallowing a bite of your chocolate pie you're currently munching.

"I hope I don't have any else to enter.", Momo sighed, dropping her phone to her lap and looked at the window of the car moving; watching the surroundings getting passed by. You noted her tiny mood shift and instinctively deduced what it meant.

"Neither have I, Momoring; you haven't been able to get any adequate rest these days." you agreed.

"As you," she said, looking at you. "You're being brought into this because of me."You rolled the empty pack of chocolate pie you'd just eaten into your bag before staring at her warmly, touched by her return of concern. "I appreciate your concern, Momo-shi, but that's part of my job; I have to keep you as assisted as you need me."

"Do me a favor will you?"

"I'm listening.", you leaned your ears closer to her, moving one inch near your gap to her.

"I need you to rest with me if we acquire one on Thursday," she stared, smiling at you. Your heart softened at the gesture and her warm comments about the idol you're managing.

"Deal," you said, nodding and giving her a thumbs up. She giggled till she burst out laughing, and you joined her. She raised her head and noticed something that got her snicker.

"And also to you, Knight-oppa," she pushed playfully behind the seat where her personal driver, Knight, is sitting, in charge of controlling the wheels to guide them all to their next destination. "You know I can see you pouting at the rear-view mirror.", she chuckled.

"Geez, I really thought you guys forgot about me being with you guys here.", Knight sulked, tilting hs head aside to get his voice closer on Momo who is sitting in the back.

"Ofcourse we won't. I was about to mention you next but then-", Momo remembered again his poor adorable expression he had after still realizing that he thought he is being left over by them.

"Yah, do I look funny to you, Momoring?!", he bickered, sulking intensified more as his forehead crunched at the sight of the idol he's serving laughing a bit at him along with her manager which is you.

"Knight-oppa, we're sorry okay?Just chill ... you know we- LOOK OUT!!!", you were about to finish your owrds of half sincere comfort to your friend and driver Knight when you noticed that a car moving in front of you all three started going backwards.

"Oh- shit!" Knight was alerted by you and swiftly stomped his brake to stop the van, avoiding a collision with the other car that had turned to the right and stopped, blocking the road.

"You guys okay?", Knight looked behind to check on you and Momo. Both responded with a reassuring nod. Knight got relieved. "Jesus, what the heck is with that driver.", he said while stretching his neck after he felt a minor ache at the impact he received from his chair due to the brake.

"Stay here, I'll check on to see what's wrong.", Knight was about to open the door to go outside and join the rest of the people who got curious to find out what happened to the passengers and the driver of the car who almost crashed with your car you're riding when all three of you saw the door opened, spitting out the male driver who crashed then crawled on the road.

"Knight, wait!", thanks to your command, Knight followed and slowly closed the door again as he remained his grip on the handle while he, you and Momo kept observing the strange behaviour of the driver.

He stood up slowly and held his left shoulder which Momo immediately stated what all three of you noticed right ahead.

"H-his.. shoulder... it's bleeding."

The driver started muttering some words that was unable for them to read nor hear through inside the car but for clarification, this is what the man said.

"P-please... please help me. My wife..."

He saw your car and was about to approach the door near Knight's spot when the wife jumped out of the car and attacked her husband frrom behind, tackling him on the ground.

You and Momo screamed in surprise while Knight remained confused and shocked. "Woah... what the hell?!"

Knight peeked at the window and when he finally got a clear view of what's going on outside. He gulped heavily and sweated very nervously. "Uhh... guys... you have to take a look at this."

You took the turn to discover what Knight is witnessing while Momo followed you from behind. As you also saw what is happening, your breath stopped and got your hand covered in your mouth. Momo then screamed again in terror at the sight of...

... the wife aggresively biting off the flesh of her husband's nape, already lying lifeless on the ground as pool of blood forming in his head.

"Oh my god.", you said, dumbfounded.

"Oppa, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!!!", Momo yelled at Knight who is also distancing away from the window, placing his butt back at the cushion of the seat.

The idol's horrified loud voice unknowingly flowed along with the rest of the people outside who already saw the disgusting scenario, running away from it.

"Buckle up your seats, girls!!!", Knight grabbed the steering wheel when suddenly the wife started chasing a civilian and few second later, the husbandstarted twitching his body and quickly rose up, turning his head to the window where he got to have eye contact with Knight who is stunned.

"KNIGHT!!! W-WHAT IS THAT?!?" Momo exclaimed, peering down at the husband's grotesque, abomination altered appearance. Compared to his usual humanly appearance, he now has crimson colored eyes, black veins coming out in his skin, all holes in his ears, nose, and even his mouth are bleeding.

"FUCKING HELL, IS THIS REAL?!", Knight had his senses operated back when you started hitting his seat and shook his body awake. He started activating the engine of the car again, spinning the steering wheel just in time for the disfigured guy to start banging on the window.

You and Momo's scared screams resonates while Knight cursing on his breath while driving backwards away from the chaos presented in front of all of you where people started chasing and eating down others like a feast.

3 DAYS LATER

After successfully fleeing the hellish landscape that had Seoul oblivious of being its beginning point for a screwed-up transition of an incident, you and Momo proceeded to Momo's dorm and spent three days hiding there.

Listening to the news, you learned that something you never believed would happen in reality had just crossed it out of your mind when the newscaster revealed that the capital of South Korea was experiencing a "zombie epidemic." According to the evidence, they explained how they came to call the scenario as such based on videos and photos taken in various places of Seoul.

So far, the virus's origin is unclear, but the portion where you could completely comprehend was that every single Korean person is in threat at any moment and from any place. To safeguard the safety of those Koreans who are still alive, the newscaster stated that the authorities encouraged everyone to stay inside wherever they are and not walk outside for any reason or let anyone in easy.

Before the news ended, the government assured that they would dispatch some troops to search and rescue very soon and promised that once they had an information that can be transmitted to the scientists to build a cure or vaccine to stop the madness, they will proceed right away for experimentation. So far, their priority is to bring the people into safety.

Back to the present, owing to the government's update and statement on the current issue, you've all put your anxieties and nervousness aside.

While you were having a serious chat about your preparations for surviving this pandemic, Knight spontaneously threw out his thoughts to give their conversation a break.

"I honestly can't believe this is happening in real life," Knight remarked, staring at the massive window pane that locks and divides Momo's interior and the balcony. He can see the overview of the darkened, nightmarish atmosphere of Seoul where he could still get a glimpse of other zombies running and walking like crazy. "Never thought that we will be placed ourselves into something we never thought that we usually see in movies or anything fiction will turn out real."

Momo lies back on the couch, slouching, as her face filled with sadness and longing. "I wonder what my parents are doing right now; they probably heard about the outbreak here in South Korea, and knowing that their daughter is in the mentioned country, maybe they're so worried about me," she said quietly.

You saw from your peripheral vision that she began wiping her eyes with her palms, signifying that she's tearing up.

You moved seats and sat alongside her, hugging her to soothe her. "Shhhh, don't worry, Momoring. We will do our best to keep ourselves safe, okay? I feel you too, my parents are out there and I have no idea how they are now, but look at me, I'm still trying to stay positive... because that's my only way not to make things worse for myself when I'm literally facing a difficult situation right now."

So yeah... it's better for us to remain strong so that while we wait for all of these to end, we can remain alive and go back with our loved one just as much as they wanted it to happen sometime soon.", you said to her while caressing her shoulders.

Her tears was making the sleeve of your shirt soaked but you don't mind it at all. This girl needs assistance and show of caring right now.

"You have me and Knight and we got you too. We are in a life-threatening challenge, and as long as we are together, we will make sure to protect one another no matter what happens.", you added a heartful message to her to lessen up the gloomy mood and overflowing sorrowful emotion.

You gave her an assuring nod which you waited for to return the same, and gladly she does.

Knight just watched you and Momo share a moment from the distance, smiling both in and out especially for you because he knew something that is very confidential so far for Momo to discover.

He patted Momo's crown before heading to the kitchen to prepare food, but when he was about to ope the cabinet, he remembered something that made him sigh in distress.

"Guys, we have a problem.", Momo and YN looked at you, "We don't have enough food for today."

You and Momo parted your mouths in dismay although it was expected already since YN estimated the stock on how long could it provide your thirst and hunger while currently in a quarantine. "W-what are we going to do now?", Momo asked.

"I guess we don't have any other choice but to ask other tenants if they still have some extras."

"We could also search for some empty rooms where the owners might left and never able to come back because... of some reasons?", you suggested while shrugging your shoulders.

"Good idea.", Knight nodded. "You girls stay h-"

He got interrupted when Momo stood up quickly. "No. We're coming with you."

"What? Wait, no you c-"

"Momo's right. We can't let you go out there alone.", you seconded, siding with the Japanese's intentions. "Who knows, you might never come back and... we... we can't let that happen to our friend."

Knight grinned on his face, as he conveyed how fortunate and glad he was to be with them right now.

He huffed in the air and bowed his head to pause for a while, but it didn't stay long as he clicked his tongue and spoke his reply.

"Fine. Just be careful, okay?" you and Momo smiled and complied, pleased that you listened to them.

Knight cautiously opened the door and went out of the dorm, followed by Momo and you in the back. He looked back and forth at the clean and empty hallway, convinced that it is safe.

He then began inspecting every other rooms around Momo's dorm on Floor 4. He began softly knocking on each door, but no one answered.

"It's locked, but there's no way everyone's out; we can't just storm in," Knight whispered"Wait," you said, poking him in the arm to get his attention.

"Try that one. It's open," you suggested, pointing to the final room on the right, where the door is partly open with a narrow gap. Knight followed it and stepped in front of it.

"Weird, which owner would abandon his or her personal room and let anyone free to enter?" Knight whisper-shouted. You and Momo both got his point it did make sense.

"Ready?", you and Momo nodded in reply. He slowly opened the door and what greeted you three sent shivers down to your spine.

The female owner was being devoured by a zombie in the living room, her intestines were all sprayed out, and the carpet was covered in blood.

Knight cursed as he observed the cruel undead killing its prey. "Let's find another-" Before he could continue his sentence, the zombie abruptly turns around, prompting all three to make a little startled squeak.

The zombie slowly dropped the organ in his hands and he started moving, getting up on his feet. "Girls, on my count... 3...2...1...

RUN!!!", Knight shouted to alarm you and Momo. You two stepped aside out of the room as Knight prepared to get tackled by the zombie, The two collided and it sent Knight out of the room to, with the zombie now groaning and mimicking an animalistic growl on top of him, trying to bite his fresh skin.

Fortunately, Knight was still holding on as he hold both sides of the zombie's head, avoiding his finger to get near on his mouth. "AAAARRGGGHHH GET OFF!!", he threw away the zombie and gave him a huge punch.

You noticed the fire extinguisher beside the wall post and had an idea on how it may be beneficial.

You broke the glass cover of the box with the heel of your shoe, oblivious to the potential consequences.

You brought the fire extinguisher and called Knight, who is still fighting the zombie who is also attempting to come close to you and Momo.

"KNIGHT!!! USE THIS!" you rolled the extinguisher on the floor, and Knight grabbed it up, slamming it into the zombie's face many times with a roar.

After killing the zombie. You, Momo, and Knight breathed a sigh of relief for a few seconds before hearing the remainder of the zombies from below snarl loudly as they arrived from both the left and right stairs.

"GO BACK TO THE DORM!!!", Knight instructed and ran inside back to the dorm, with Momo slamming the door shut as all three of you tried to hold it from keeping the zombies unable to enter.

"They're too many, I have a bad feeling they can break in.", you said as you r body is vibrating from the repeated banging impacts of the zombie outside to the door.

"We must get out of here then... but how are we gonna lure them away?!", Momo panicked.

"No need for luring out, there's still another way.", Knight said. "YN, help me push the couch to the door."

You followed and pushed the couch from the living room to use as a supporter for the door to stay standing strong, but all of you know that it won't last long.

"Momo, permission to enter your privacy? I need to get the blanket.", Knight requested.

"Granted.", Knight nodded and grabbed the blanket out of Momo's bed. He then started to tie some knots on it and when you interpreted already what is he planning to do, you opened the glass sliding door in the balcony for him to throw it out.

"Ladies first, YN can you go first?"

"All right," you began to climb down on the blanket attached to the balcony rails and leapt through the other balcony from a room below Momo's.

Momo came next, and you helped her out of her hands and onto the blanket. Knight was the last to climb down, and to your and Momo's amazement, he collapsed on the ground just in time for the zombie to fail in capturing him, causing them to plummet to their deaths below the building.

"Are you okay?" you asked Knight, who was lying down, regaining his breath.

"That was intense," he answered, earning a chuckle.

You and Momo help him to get up. All went inside the other room you landed into and luckily, there was no signs of living beings around.

Searching once again in the kitchen, Momo looked at the kitchen and her eyes beamed bright when she located just enough amounts of cup noodles and canned goods.

"THERE'S FOODS HERE!!"

"Finally.", you blew an air in relief.

"Let's find some bags for us individually. We need to get out of here. This whole place is now infiltrated with zombies too and we can't stay here just wasting time for us to run out of supply again.", Knight suggested.

Few minutes later, all three of you got each respective bags with Momo's containing the foods.

You also made some simple armor and weapons to shield yourself and combat those wild zombies.

You armed yourself with a knife, Momo with a golf club, and Knight with a bat. They obtained various sports equipment because the family members who live here were golf and baseball players.

In addition, Knight assisted you two in wrapping duct tape across your knuckles and wrist to prevent getting bitten on your exposed skin there.

Taking another precautionary measure, Knight carefully looked around outside as he opened the door. Using the advantage of not having monsters nearby, all three of you rushed downstairs to reach the ground floor where you once again encountered some zombies roaming around.

You ran along with Momo and Knight, rushing through the van where he successfully escaped the zombies who tried to chase all of you.

Knight parked the van in front of a large supermarket store after deciding to go here, making it official with your and Momo's vote.

Entering inside, you can't help but to wince and squint your eyes at the smell and sight of blood and shambled up surroundings of the store.

All three of you started picking up many foods and drinks that can last long for satisfaction.

"Are these enough?", Momo asked after placing some biscuits inside her bag, making it fully occupied.

"That will do it, Momoring.", you confirmed it.

"Can we get out of here now? This place gives me the creeps.", she said as she trembled a bit.

"Same. Wait, where's Knight?"

She pointed away. "He said he'll go at the section where much better accessories could be turned into a much helpful weapons so... I guess he's there at the corner."

"All right, let's find him so we can get out of here," you said as you closed your bag.

Momo took the lead, but as she turned left away from the food shelves, she slipped on a puddle of blood on the floor, forcing her to push a supermarket cart that collided with a freezer and bounced near to the shelf where alcohol drinks are exhibited.

Because of the collision, some bottles fell to the floor and broke, generating a loud glass shattering sound that resonated throughout the room.

You and Momo's heart beat skipped. Turning around at the opened employee's room just near to your spot, you saw four zombies exit to see where the sound came from.

Taken aback, they saw you two and immediately chaseed you two, causing you to ran away with Momo.

"KNIGHT!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!"

"HELPPP!!!"

As you reached the counter after passing the last shelf, the returning Knight charges at the zombies from the side, pushing it off with force using his shoulder.

Your eyes widened, as did Momo's, when you saw Knight activate his new chainsaw and begin chopping the zombie's body parts in bits while roaring a battlecry, blood splattering everywhere, including on himself.

As you watched the irate Knight beat the shit out of the zombie, you were alarmed to see that the other zombie Knight had tackled away was running through Momo.

You used the bat Knight was carrying before to smack the zombie squarely in the head, preventing her from laying her dead pale hands on the idol.

"DON'T. YOU. DARE. KILL. HER!!!" you shouted, pausing briefly between as you smashed the zombie's head in pieces.

When you realized it wasn't moving longer, you came to a halt as Momo dragged you into her and eased the intensity of your rage.

"YN. YN, stop it! It's out! Calm down now, please...", Momo pleaded as she backhugged you, effectively reducing your adrenaline as you teared up emotionally from Momo nearly being bitten.

"Y-you're safe... oh god, I thought you'd-"

"No, you see? You protected me... and it didn't happen... because you said it yourself that we're going to protect each other. Thank you, unnie," she assured you with a smile.

"UHH SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOUR MOMENT, BUT WE NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE GIRLS!!," Knight yelled as he detected a distress signal of approaching zombies in the vicinity and was going to run past them.

All three of you exited the store and returned to the van, which Knight drove away to bring you to the next location in his thoughts.

"Where are we going to stay next?" Momo said as she placed her arm around you, who became mute after not having moved on from the terrifying time earlier.

"At my apartment," Knight answered, still concentrating on his drive. "But we don't know for sure yet, and we don't know if the building I live in has already been contaminated."

"We still have to try though.", he added.

"As long as we have a hiding area, then it's all good to me.", Momo said. Knight hummed in approval before both became quiet and went on to return their attention at what's in front of them.

Knight with the steering wheel and Momo with you in her arms as she kept on stroking your hair.

"Feeling better?", Momo softly asked, which you nodded your head in response. After 10 minutes of driving, something unexpected happened while you are on the middle of the ride.

The car stopped and Knight repeatedly rotating the key to start the car frantically.

Realizing that it didn't work, Knight slumped his back on the driver's seat, combing his hair with his fingers in a stressful manner.

"Goddamnit, what a bad timing.", Knight groaned in frustration.

"We ran out of gas?!", Momo asked as she saw the needle of the fuel gauge not moving its place at letter E.

Knight lets out a guilty "yeah". "Are you girls up to what I'm thinking?"

"What is it?", you asked, back at now being responsive and active at the situation.

"We walk." Momo and you exchanged anxious glances.

Both agree that this is a bit of a risk, but considering the benefits, it is their only way to keep going and surviving for today and the days ahead.

You sighed and nodded, preparing yourself to reveal your answer.

"Let's just monitor ourselves and hold our weapons ready so no one should get hurt.", you said. Knight agreed and even Momo.

He first stepped out of the car while Momo and you followed next. All three started to walk, leaving the van that came from the entertainment agency you were working at.

You went a few meters away from the unusable vehicle, looking around in the devastation of Seoul's streets. There were dead bodies, blood, flaming trashes, and damaged pieces of structures that were either obscured or difficult to view.

The little time of tranquility during your exploration with Knight and Momo was interrupted when you came upon another army of zombies from the neighboring street, eating dead bodies..

"Ah shit, here we go again," Knight murmured, tightening his grip on the handle of the chainsaw he was holding.

Momo did the same with her new machete, which Knight had handed her in replacement of her former golf club.

You also twirled the baseball bat in your hands, getting ready for what was to follow.

Some zombies advanced ahead of the others, eager to taste your juicy innards and chewy skin, but that won't come easily from all of you when you started sprinting and welcomed your next victim with a broad strike to the jaw.

Momo dodge a zombie's attempt to grab and swung her machete, targeting its neck to decapitate its head off through its stinking body.

Knight gave a sparta-like kick on the zombie's torso, yeeting it off, then triggered his chainsaw, grinding its whirling blades and inserting it on the decaying corpsy bodies of two zombies that got stabbed like a goddamn barbecue but in a rotten meat look.

As Knight freed the chainsaw from its sliced-in-half state, it smoked and made a loud motor screeching noise.

Many more zombies starts to ran forwrad to all three of you and that quickly went noticed by you who's unsynchronizally getting in action with your two friends still killing other zombies and even paired up at some to easily end them.

"GUYS, BACK OUT! WE'RE SLOWLY GETTING OUTNUMBERED HERE!" you shouted, which Knight and Momo did.

They abandoned their business and began fleeing from the zombies who were still pursuing them from behind.

A massive military truck then arrived just in time to startle all three of you with the unexpected appearance of an unknown man operating the vehicle.

He rushed out of the truck, holding an AK-47 weapon.

"HOP IN, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS FIRST SO RELAX YOUR LUNGS OFF WHILE I PLAY WITH THESE BASTARDS.", the soldier said after he passed your side and reloaded his gun.

You all followed him and hopped inside the trunk as you all watched the soldier bravely stood in the middle and pointed his gun straight at the upcoming enemies.

He started firing all the bullets he had at the zombies, killing them all one by one in an instant.

Hitting an ace achievement, he ran back to the truck after witnessing next batch of zombies just took a trun from the other street.

He started the engine and boosted the drive to separate yourselves away from them in safety.

During the drive, the soldier went on to come up with a topic to talk about, surprising all three of you.

"Survivors, eh?", he said after slightly tilting his head aside to set his peripheral vision at the hold behind his spot which gave access to hear and see everything behind him and isinde the trunk where you, Knight and Momo are currently in.

"I was just looking for someone like you guys a while ago, but bad luck just brought me down to fail my mission.", he said, mournful built up in his face. "Not at rescuing though, let's just say... being a partner and a fellow soldier to his colleague."

"What are you implying at, sir?", Knight asked, puzzled.

"I was not alone unlike what I am when I came on to save you three there. I was suppose to have someone with me too. But... these demons just won't die easily and costed my friend's life in exchange.", the soldier said as he recalled during his mission with his friend, searching an entire building in Gangnam for some secluded civilians who are still surviving, only to get attacked by some zombies.

They did kill quite a few, but there was one that they missed since it was hardy enough to resist just a little harm he and his companion gave to it. The zombie sprang up fast and bit his friend's ankle, infecting him.

Without no other choice, his friend encouraged him to shoot him dead along with the zombie who bit him, and that's what he did despite of the hesitation.

"The name's Park Seo-joon to you by the way.", he introduced himself to lessen the stranger image he is bringing for these three, except for one of you who is very familiar to him. "And hey... I know you.", he pointed at Momo through the rearview mirror. "You're the nation's dancing machine idol Hirai Momo, right?"

"Y-yes, ahjussi.", Momo shyly said, secretly appreciating the acknowledgment Seo-joon did to her.

"Who are these two with you then?"

Momo lets out an "ah" sound. "This is my personal driver Knight-oppa and my manager Y/N unnie who are working for me in the company.", she introduced you and Knight in behalf, pointing her hands to both.

"Nice to meet you two. All I gotta say is that consider yourselves blessed in luck right now even though we are in a very dangerous circumstance right now.", Seo-joon greeted. "You know what, if it wasn't for that goddamn rats-"

"Wait wait, what did you just say?", you paused him after you quckly noticed the mention he did. "Rats? What does it have to do with them?"

"Some soldiers like me already brought a deceased zombie in the lab inside the safe haven which the government and the army helped on to built fo the survivors to stay in where I'll be dropping you three there.", Seo-joon started explaining.

"When did they do that?", Momo asked next.

"Just yesterday. Based from what I know so far, the info I got so far was that this whole virus that turned these innocent people into zombies was that it came from a disease mostly related to leptospirosis which came from rats."

"So does that means the couple we saw 5 days ago in Gangdong-gu was...", Knight mumbled but got noticed by Seo-joon as he thought he seemed to be implying something very interesting.

Because the street Knight referred was the street he knew that the government told that they first detected the case before things raised into hell.

"What is it? Do you three know something more about it?"

You started recalling what you saw that happened 5 days ago which became the start of the outbreak.

"So they might be were the first victims... and you three survivors were part of the ones who saw everything that led us into this...", Seo-joon murmured.

"We definitely need to have you guys there at the safe haven. You all could help us especially the scientists to atleast widen their plan for the creation of the cure. Isthat okay?", he asked, which earned a deciding stares at each three of you.

With a trusting nod, you understood what Knight meant with that so you spoke it in words to Seo-joon to make it official.

"We accept.", you answered which made Seo-joon smile in appreciation.

They all went silent as Seo-joon started to place his attention back at the ride. The drive went for almost 10 minutes until he crossed paths along with something that not every single one of you would want to meet this.

Just few meters away from the bridge where you all will be going at to reach the next city, a large crowd of zombies were all scattered and roaming around the place.

Based on your observations, they were wearing almost identical clothing, and the decorations around were either torn or still correctly designed in their own positions, leading you to believe that, just as before the epidemic spreaded, there was a festival or a parade being held in this street.

Seo-joon stomped at the brake, but wasn't enough to avoid all four to get unnoticed by the zombies.

They turned their heads, all eyes now connected to only one thing: the military truck where you are belong to the ones sitting onto right now.

They began gritting their teeth fiercely, snarling monsterously, and making sloppy footsteps as they hurriedly pushed their dead bodies to approach the car that was the source of the sound that drew them in.

Seo-joon knew that he fucked up, so what he did next to respond actively was that he started spinning the steering wheel backwards while pulling the brake while looking behind to guide the movement of the truck and not to accidentally bump onto something that might cause your escape here.

"GET ALL MY SPARE GUNS THERE AT THE BACK WITH YOU IF YOU KNOW HOW TO USE IT WELL, NOW!!!", Seo-joon commanded as he kept on driving backwards while the zombies are now running in front of him, the gap getting closer as they are about to get their trace at the vehicle.

You and Momo removed the massive green blanket off the bottom of the bench you were seated on, showing three armalites piled together. Knight snatched one, and you did the same with Momo, so you each had one weapon in your hands.

Seo-joon spun the truck, now the back was facing this huge horde of zombies. One of them was about to grab the end of the trunk and you started shooting at it.

Knight went on your left, Momo on the right as all started firing speedily at the zombies, killing and immobilizing them altogether.

Seo-joon continued to drive again in an opposite direction, making your way to the safe haven became farther again as the zombies didn't let you all to trespass easily.

He quickly came to a halt on this secondary high school campus as he noticed the day winding down and the moonlight peaking in to mark the arrival of the next and last stage of the day: nighttime.

You hopped out with them and sneakily entered the place, some zombies lurking around quit behaving less abnormally this time.

Maybe darkness was one of their disadvantages as it lowers down their senses, you thought.

Seo-joon and Knight successfully spotted a single unoccupied classroom with its door open via the back of the building.

Taking advantage of the lack of zombies in the area, all of you rushed in while Knight and Seo-joon gently closed all the curtains, windows, and the door.

Momo, on the other hand, plopped down on one of the seats right away, panting.

"This will serve for now; it's already night; we must remain here till the sun rises again," Seo-joon replied, his powerful voice echoing across the room. "We could be placing ourselves in more danger if we kept moving out there at this rate."

"You got a point, sir.", Knight said. "So... yeah, let's rest for a while then we can take our dinner."

"And sleep early.", Seo-joon added. "We have to evacuate early. If I am not mistaken, the government will began bombing everywhere in Seoul to eliminate the unded beings. So, we should be let ourselves be seen or we can go to the safe haven again on our own and not get included with those zombies getting exploded maybe tomorrow or the next day afterwards.", he finished announcing, taking a seat of his own too.

"I'll go get our foods now then.", Knight excused himself as he pardoned Momo to lend him her bag where the goods were stored.

She did and he mouthed thanks to her. Before stepping away, he glanced at you and motioned to Momo looking drained with his frowning expression.

You know what to do so you pulled your chair near at her who is bowing her head and eyes drooping, trying its best not to shut down.

"Tired?", you asked her worriedly, timid smile escaped in your lips. She looked up slightly at you, nodding at your inquire.

"I'm just very hungry, that's all," she said, curving one side of her lips in a smirk as she massaged her tummy.

You giggled as you remembered how this woman can't go an hour without digesting any type of food.

"Come on, Knight divided the foods evenly for all of us; dinner is served," you urged, leading Momo to follow, and you assisted her in standing up by offering your available free hand for her to grab on to as support.

After you're done swallowing the last bite of the tuna sandwich Knight made, making yourself second to last who emptied your dinner, behind Seo-joon who surprisingly got beaten by Momo.

Sitting near at the window being illuminated by the bright moonlight, you have Momo sleeping peacefully in your lap.

You looked downwards at her gorgeous face which drew a flustered smile from you.

Too focused on admiring silently at the woman you're secretly and silently admiring from afar, you weren't aware that Knight just sat near at you, hand locked with a plastic cup filled with a half an amount of water.

"I can't count how many times I see you being so whipped for her.", Knight said out of nowhere, you looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow and did a slap on his arm.

"What? It's true," he shrugged, releasing a wicked chuckle as he touched the location you slapped him. "But, joking aside, you do genuinely care about her."

"Yeah, because I love her that's why," you said as you returned your gaze to Momo's sleeping form. "I'll do whatever to keep these unholy creatures from harming her, even if it means putting my life in danger."

"I admire your bravery and determination, YN, but do you know you're also sounding selfish at that point?" Knight complained. "I mean... yeah, heroic acts are wonderful, but they are not always... appropriate."

"What I'm trying to convey is that I believe it will be lot better if you keep yourself safe while defending her," Knight said.

"What do you think Momo will think once she finds out you got killed because of her? I get it, because you love her and you're going to do whatever it is necessary to keep her life going on and on to the fullest....

but supposing she loves you in the same way you love her already, or simply as a friend still... yet, do you think she won't want the same for you? It is not just her who deserves it. You ain't an exception here, not even me or Seo-joon," he said, making you reconsider your choices.

"So yeah... let's ensure that no side gets affected, okay? This stuff going on right now is awful enough for her and for you to bear, don't add it up, would you?"

You stared at him and replied with a breathily "okay," making him happy and feeling worth the encouragement.

"Speaking of your unsureness of how she sees you, when will you confess?" he questioned, crossing his arms as he patiently waited for you.

"I- I don't know... but trust me, I want to."

"You're scared aren't you?", he predicted. You failed to dodge it as guilt striked all over you, an embarassed nod came next.

"I just don't think she will accept me.", you frowned.

"And why so?", brow raised.

"She's an idol and I'm just a manager. I'm way out of her league because of how all-rounded she is. There are probably fans out there who might be much attractive than me, especially that I don't have an idea also whether she's interested in falling in love with the same gender as her.", you revealed, remaining your head lowered.

Your eyes were focused on Momo as you say that, as if all the words were intended for her to understand.

"Afraid of rejection. I could take that since it's pretty normal for anyone to feel once you fell in love with somebody for the first time", Knight said. "B-but... with your reasons? Nah.", he waved his head off while he clicked his tongue in disappointment and problematically.

"YN, comparing yourselves of other that you think they were higher than you doesn't even matter anymore at this current situation. Sure, you could say that to me before... but right now, everyone should treat each other fairly and look at one another similarly. She's an idol and you're a manager? So what? You two are both persons anyways.

Status isn't relevant anymore, especially in the middle of our survival here for this outbreak. What's important is that, you feel the love you never thought would grow because of her and to nurture it to let it grew well, and nothing should make you kill it with what other's say negatively about you and her connection."

"Don't let anything prevent you from doing what's right, YN. All you have to do is to try, who knows, you might not reject it afterwards.", he teasingly snickered at you, bouncing his eyebrows as he emerged his playful tone.

You rolled your eyes at his annoying mannerbut kept your smile displayed because you are getting touched and appreciating his words of wisdom for your struggles.

"Promise me something, YN.", he became serious.

"What is it?"

"You are getting alive out of here with her, and you confess. Got it?"

You stared at him for a moment before sighing with a small smile.

"Noted.", you answered, nodding your head in approval. "Thank you for your help, Knight. Seriously, It somehow helped me realize something more with what I am believing at."

"Everything for my friend.", Knight offered a fist bump which you gladly accepted. "Are you gonna be fine? I'm gong to sleep now."

"Yeah, I'm good. Just one hour to go before Seo-joon replaces me.", Knight stood up, pointed at the sleeping Seo-joon before slapping his pants to remove the dirts away from the floor.

"Take a rest too, okay?", you instructed him and he just gestured in oblige. Slowly placing Momo's head at your puffy bag to use it as a pillow, you gently lay down beside her and doze off in slumber after.

Morning came as birds chirped in the trees and sun shined to radiate the entire place, you felt your body being shaken slowly. You opened your eyes to see Knight's figure standing and looking down at you.

"Good morning. Wake up, Seo-joon says we have to go immediately," he said nonchantly. You nodded and stretched your body before gradually rising from the floor with a raspy groan. Momo, who is fixing her bag, saw that you were finally awake.

"Good morning, YN, how was your sleep?" she asked sweetly.

"Good morning too Momoring. It was great, you greeted back. "Because you were there with me"

Twenty minutes later, just as Knight was about to check on the door to see outside the hallway if its clear, Seo-joon looked at the window and his jaw dropped at what he saw.

"NO! MY TRUCK!!!", he shouted furiously, raising his arms and gripping his hair as his voice echoed throughout the room. It got you nervous, even Momo and Knight at what he just did.

"Ssshhhh! Sir, the zombies might hear us here, remember?", Knight shushed him down.

You three looked at the direction where Seo-joon is watching at. Discovering it, your mouth became agape in fright.

The truck has 3 teen zombies wearing school uniform standing at the trunk of the car, thus making yourselves unable to ride and escape the school already.

Learning that your main adversaries on the campus would be zombified pupils and school employees, not leaving you alone. They began to devise a strategy for an alternate route out of here.

"Wait, I spotted another gate behind the school when we arrived here yesterday; don't you think that would work?"

"There's just one way to find out," you said. "We try," Knight smiled, remembering that it was relevant to what you two had talked earlier.

"Get ready, we're going to seek for another way to get there," Seo-joon adds as he begins to reload his gun.

Momo grabbed her machete, you got your baseball bat, and Knight grabbed his chainsaw.

Slowly sliding the door open, he looked around back and forth to check but found nothing. "All clear. Now tell me, where exactly did you saw it?"

"It's at this part.", Knight pointed at the end of the left wing of the main hall. "Be careful, we have to hurry and get o-"

Seo-joon unsuccessfully spoke his words completely where all of a sudden, a fast footsteps rang aloud in the hallway.

Turning around, a jumpscare was initiated when a young zombified student wearing a P.E. uniform covered in blood started to jump at Seo-joon, screaming irritatingly with a deafening tone as he aggressively attacked.

Momo and you shrieked in shock while Knight curses.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!", he said as he tried to hld the head of the twitching zombie trying to bite his face off.

Knight pounded it with a heavy blow to its face with his chainsaw, throwing him away just inches away from Seo-joon.

You three helped him stand up quickly, just in time for the other zombies to react and enter the scene, looking hungrily with their demonic gaze.

The tension in the air rose as everyone heard the sound of a helicopter soaring up above, signaling that the rescuers were just above in the sky.

"UPSTAIRS!! RUN!!!" Knight exclaimed as he realized there was no way you four were going to get inside the second gate behind him with the undead barricading the path.

Without spending any more time, you all began to run as the zombies began to race towards, attempting to capture you all.

Hopping each feet to the steps and reaching every floor, but at the 3rd level Seo-joon unexplainably tripped and fell over the floor, panting heavily in his breath.

"SEO-JOON!", Momo shouted his name as she was first to noticed their fellow survivor to collapse. As she was about to approach him, he instead shoo-ed er away.

"NO! GO WITHOUT ME! I WON'T MAKE IT", he shouted.

'BUT YOU'RE ABOUT TO-"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! I-I'M INFECTED!!! ", that got every one of you to be bewildered at what he just revealed. He rolled his sleeve down and presented his bitten wrist, now with sores and veins coming out all black in color as it moved upwards to his full arms and for sure took over some portions of his brain already.

"SHIT! IT MUST BE BACK WHEN HE WENT TO THE RESTROOM EARLIER!", Knight speculated, but it was real. While you were sleeping with Momo, Seo-joon excused himself from Knight, who woke up an hour and a half later to go find a restroom to urinate.

Little did you know that when he walked into a cubicle, a child zombie was staring blankly at the wall in the darkest corner of the room, unable for him to notice, and as he opened the door with his hands on the handle, the zombie made a surprise bite on his wrist from the side before he was able to silence it with a silencer.

That's why no one heard what happened there, including you.

"GO!!! THEY'RE COMING... J-JUST TELL MY CHIEF AND THE SQUAD ABOUT ME AND YOUR INFO WHEN YOU GUYS MADE IT TO THE SAFE HAVEN!!!!", that was his last message as he accepted his dreadful fate, seeing the heartbroken look of you, Knight and Momo one last time before the zombies atrted to appear from the stairs and got you continue to go upstairs, leaving Seo-joon to be engulfed by the zombies to die and be one with them.

Reaching the rooftop and seeing the doors locked. Knight cursed hard before he unhesitatingly kicked and bumped it strongly with his feet and chiseled arms.

Momo joined as he borrowed your bat to smash the handle while you prepared to defend yourselves from the zombies.

They were about to step at the last set of stairs when they victoriously opened the door with full force as Knight remembered to use the chainsaw to get it done.

"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! OVER HEREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"HELP USSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

"PLEASE COME QUICKKKKK!!!", all three of you pleaded in shout, waving your wands in the air in desperation.

Some zombies began to emerge and enter the rooftop, only to be dispatched by you, Momo, and Knight again.

Thankfully, that was enough to divert the troops' attention as the helicopter began to descend, intending to land on the concrete floor of the rooftop.

You were busy beating up a zombie janitor by bashing its head repeatedly with your bat when you didn't know that a tall zombie teacher was about to grab your leg, the same as how Seo-joon's friend got infected, but Momo miraculously spun her head to see the zombie about to bite you, so she sliced the head off as it grabbed onto your feet to save you.

Repaying what you did for her yesterday, she proudly smiled at you which you find it heartwarming.

The two soldiers showed theirselves as the helicopter were few feet away from reaching the ground, shooting all the zombies you three were fighting with.

Leaving the last remaining two zombies in Knight's control as he squashed their bones, organs and skins out with his chainsaw simultaneously; the helicopter finally almost landed in front of them.

"GET IN, NOW!", the soldier shouted as they lowered their guns to avoid accident occurances, giving their way for you all to enter the helicopter.

Knight was about to run with you and Momo when just as he crossed the gap of the slightly opened door, the zombified version of Seo-joon sneak attacked him from aside, causing him to get yelped and slammed on the surface.

Flinched and twitched at the impact of his back against the hard concerete, he wasn't prepared yet to push away Seo-joon as it bitten his right chest.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!", Momo screamed in agony as she saw what happened.

The soldiers were about to point their guns again at them but you stopped them, blocking their sight."

"NO! NO WAIT, T-THAT'S OUR FRIEND, H-HE'S COMING WITH US!!!", you said as you tried to forcefully push down their guns but they fought back, grabbing you as they tried to guide you and Momo inside the helicopter instead.

"KNIGHT! NOOOOOO!", you sobbed harder as you saw him gave a punch at Seo-joon after escaping from his trap while holding his wounded chest,

He looked devastatingly at you and Momo. "TAKE THEM AWAY, PLEASE. LEAVE THIS TO ME.", he requested to the soldiers. "YN, Momo it's gonna be fine. Be safe, okay?"

"SHUT UP! Y-YOU CAN STILL JOIN US... Y-YOU CAN GET CURED-", Knight just shook his head.

"No need. J-just let me go. Atleast I can finally be with her.", he gave a bitter smile, pointing at the sky which you and Momo understood what he's referring at.

He's gonna reunite with his late wife named Jeongyeon again in heaven.

"It's been fun meeting you girls, truly. And, YN..."

You roughly hummed, sniffing your tears in.

"The promise. Don't forget it. Take care of her and yourself for me, please."

Nodding your head, you bid one last goodbye to your defeated friend. "Thank you for everything, YN."

He smiled, a genuine one this time. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE!", the soldiers listened even though it was also hard for them to soak up this situation because they're literally witnessing their fellow colleague who is already infected too, doing something he'll neve suppose to do if he was humanly conscious back then: killing an innocent person and that someone is Knight who is also a loved one of the survivors they're rescuing. A lose-lose situation indeed.

Closing the door, you painfully watched Knight getting tackled again by Seo-joon from behind, biting his neck next but quickly elbowed him instead.

As the helicopter began levitating again in the air, you and Momo took a one last glance at Knight who is dragging Seo-joon with him, whilst muttering the words "Don't make me wait, let me see her again already." before he jumped at the building with Seo-joon on his lock, both falling below to their deaths.

Unable to witness the tragic end of your friend, you and Momo flicked your heads away as both sobbed harder, embracing Momo to comfort her despite your shattered state also while the rescuers remained silent to grieve for their fallen friend too.

1 WEEK LATER

Being true to Seo-joon's pleads and successfully made Knight happy for his wish, when the authorities and some professionals in the field of science started investigating you and Momo the day after both arrived at the safe haven, you gave them the entire information you know. It confirmed and had them officially proved their results from the experiment they performed.

The origin of the virus didn't actually came straight from an infected rat which they revealed that they learned from a captured laboratory staff who admitted that he accidentally spilled a chemical to the sink, flowed through the pipes and spreaded at the sewers where some rats got intoxicated with it and became abnormally changed.

One of them might have it passed also to another animal, hence that's why the DNA sample they took of an infected blood had its trace of cells recognizably mixed with another and it gotten worse when that animal had a disease.

You remembered seeing a dog leap out of their car and start pursuing other people during the bizarre attack by the wife on his husband in Cheongnam-do.

They assumed the couple was sending their dog to the animal clinic because their pet was unwell, not realizing that an exposed diseased rat might had caused it due to a bite.

Their reasoning for developing this idea was that the zombie's blood included a mixture of toxins associated to chemical exposure, leptospirosis, and rabies, and the combination of these formed something unimaginably hideous and terrible.

In addition to your conversation with them, you shared at the end how Seo-joon contributed to you and Momo's survival.

Demanding that he needs to be honored for his service along with others, they agreed.

The military constructed a huge memorial stone in the center of the safe haven camp for people to commemorate and mourn their loved ones who died as a result of the epidemic.

You engraved the name of Knight onto the stone as Momo lit a candle for him and sent prayers together with her.

You also managed to reunite with your brother, who is also a soldier, and he saved your parents, who are also presently residing here, much to your delight and relief.

They also got to meet Momo, who made a good impression on them and made you really fluttered.

Evening came, you lured Momo to a cliff near the camp where the wide ocean and large bunch of trees in front of them can be seen.

"What are we doing here unnie?", Momo curiously asked.

"Fulfilling my promise I made with Knight.", you said as you looked at her.

"Oh that... what is it, by the way. I was wondering about that."

"Well, tonight you'll find out", you smiled awkwardly. Momo waited for you to talk as you got spaced out for a moment, recalling what you and Knight talked about last week regarding your feelings for Momo.

"Momoring... I... want to say something. It's for you."

"I'm listening, unnie.", she grabbed your hands which you looked down at it and smiled sheepishly. You clasped it with your own and pressed your finger lightly at her soft skin.

"I am inlove with you, Momoring.", you confessed, finally accomplishing what you sweared to do with your late friend.

He must be smiling supportively there with his wife, watching you two sharing this moment he's been waiting to happen, you thought.

Momo gasped at your statement. She kept on looking at you in disbelief that her female manager was really spilling her feelings out for her.

"Yeah, that's what Knight and I agreed for me to do when he found out that I haven't been able to confess to you yet due to my common fears but now... I just did it."

"Believe it or not, i'm very sincere with this Momo. Ever since I was appointed to become your manager, I couldn't help but to be charmed when my eyes landed at you. It was how beautiful and flawless you looked. And my strong affections for you expanded more when I got to know you more... and I agreed to myself that you deserved to be an idol. Everything about you was just something to praise and get inspired with. And I did... I even got motivated to love you harder."

"I don't know if you realize but... the most recent thing I could give as an example was how I could just turn selfless to risk my life for you.", you continued as you roamed your eyes around at the face of the woman that holds the special place in your heart.

"Just to ensure your protection and safety within me on your side. I can't bear seeing you getting hurt and could cause it to take you away from me, no."

"But like as what Knight told me, I rather not do that instead. He made me realize that...

if I do love you... then I must keep myself safe to stay and not leave you alone while we face the fight of our lives.

I shall not break your heart in anguish and guilt because of my unselfishness and arrogant self without you knowing that I was purposely willing to give it all just to let you know how far my love would take me for you more than you could ever imagine.... all because I love you, Momoring", Momo's eyes became glossy at your heartfelt and touching words only dedicated for her.

"So I guess it's much better for me first to let you know and make you fall for-mhph!!", Momo then swiftly pressed her lips against yours, grabbing the back of your head as she sealed your mouth with a passionate kiss that you were once dreaming of only with her, now astounded that you're sharing this overwhelming gesture of love with the only woman you prefer to do this with in reality.

Releasing her plump lips onto yours, sighing to ride off the intense fluffiness of what you two just did.

Momo grinned widely as she cupped your cheeks and looked at you with her eyes now filled with an imaginary glowing heart shaped lens that only you could see because...

"You did make me fall in love with you too, YN unnie.", she admitted, making your eyes enlargened, huffing in the air as heart beats intensifies in pure joy.

"Nothing was left unnoticed, from how you cared and protected me all the time whether the danger was with us or not, I was even doing my best to return your efforts to me just to let you know how you became more special and important to me that I couldn't just let those stupid zombies change you and disappear our memories we made forever.

I choose to do my best keep you still near me because I can't lose the woman I love, and that is you, YN. You got my heart coming for you and only you, and I couldn't control nor deny it because that's what I want anyways...to be with you.", she proudly said before you dived in for another kiss of appreciation for accepting your feelings and reciprocating it back. "I love you too, YN."

Both making yourselves happy, she leaned her head on top of your shoulder with a wide smile.

"Now I don't have to be afraid of it anymore. She chose me.", you muttered as you breathed in relief, finally having this ideal woman to proclaim as your girlfriend.

After that, you and Momo stared at the dark sky full of sparkling and shimmering stars, absorbing the chilly wind and the refreshing atmosphere as both looked forward of what's more to come for them in the future, including this current crisis you are both facing into.

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#twicemomo #momoxfreader #momooneshot #twice #twiceau #twiceoneshot #kpoponeshot #kpopau #momoxfemalereader

[fic-dumpster]

but rin and ran have definately pulled up doe’s shirt and flashed mikey with her titties when he was in a bad mood.

ANON YESSSSSSSS no wait anon no ಠ_ಠ okay look… I will share Mikey THIS TIME ONLY OKAY? Understood? 😠

Deer in Highlights | Short stories: Blessed be your boobs

Bonten x Reader | 1051 Words

Warnings: Mikey and his obsession with boobs. mazophilia, kakucho is broken, foul language, reader has boobs, smut MDNI!!!! 🩴 | the source of the issue is here

“Do it,” murmured Rindou to his brother, who stood next to him.

“No, she's gonna get mad,” Ran murmured back.

Both stood in front of Mikey. The small man was furious because the police had confiscated one of their shipments. And that shipment was in one of the Haitani’s sectors. How could they be so careless, but something smelled fishy.

“How could you be so careless!?” Mikey wasn't as mad a he should have been. Not when you were in the room with them. He was supposed to take you to that nice bakery down the block today.

“We deeply apologize,” both brothers bowed to their boss. The ring of Mikey’s phone gave them an opening, the short man turned around, and at that moment, Rindou beckoned you over with his hand.

You innocently went towards Ran and Rindou, thinking that maybe they needed something. You weren't exactly wrong with that idea, but their next actions weren't what you expected.

“Now, Ran,” as you approached them, rindou whispered in between teeth.

“For fuck’s sake, okay,” Ran had to agree, or this was going to escalate quickly.

Just when Mikey finished the call, he turned to see what was the whole commotion. Ran had dragged you in between his brother and him, and suddenly you saw their hands move; each brother hooked a finger under your bra and yanked the fabric up, t-shirt and all. A squeal fled your lips as you felt the cold air of the room hit your chest.

Mikey stood frozen; forgotten was the shipment issue. Face to face with your pretty tits—nipples hard. Rindou and Ran weren't immune to your chest’s charm; both were also lost staring at them as their hands held your clothes. You, on the other hand, felt your face heating up from the stunt those two idiots pulled. But your mind couldn't process what to do next, not with how intense Mikey’s stare was.

“Leave,” you heard Mikey speak and felt the Haitani brothers move, but it wasn't as fast as Mikey wanted, “Now,” and they did; reluctantly, they let go of your clothes and stepped away. You were still staring at this predatory Mikey when you heard the door close.

In a blick of an eye, Mikey pulled you by the waist, hands throwing your t-shirt to the floor, your bra following shortly. Mikey couldn't hold back; the rough pads of his fingers pinched your buds, drawing little gasps from you. Both of his hands kneaded your mounts; he felt your soft flesh under his calloused palm, and a shiver ran down his spine. He loves this, he loves them, but overall he loves you.

Then you felt his tongue lap at your chest, cover your areola, the hunger in him taking over. This was one of the few times he lets go, and you let him use you. How could you not? When you are whining mess. Abruptly, Mikey hoisted you up, carrying you towards the couch located in the corner of his office. Not once did he detaches his mouth from your chest. Placing you on his lap, Mikey continued as if nothing happened.

As you held him, fingers digging in his scaps, pulling him closer, He seemed lost in there, sucking and savoring your chest—eyes closed as grunts and moans hit your wet skin. Miley was almost drooling as he felt the uneven skin of your erected nipples touch his tongue. For once, he was thinking about himself, enjoying himself, and you knew that. The fervor in his movements was a clear sign of how lost Mikey gets with your chest.

No alcohol nor drug makes him lose his senses as you do. Biting your flesh, dragging his wet muscle over your nipples, leaving marks over your once clean skin, drove him mad. Mikey was so lost in his own world that he didn't hear the door open. Nor the call of his name from two of his executives. But you did.

Takeomi and Kakucho were already back from their negotiations with their police contacts when they opened the door to Mikey’s office. The short man told them to come straight to his office and report. Takeomi and Kakucho weren't expecting to see you sitting on Mikey’s legs, hugging his head as he almost choked on your boob.

You tried to tell Mikey about Takeomi and Kakucho that stood there all awkwardly looking. But Mikey was not listening. You tried to push him away, only to get your hands swatted away and for him to suck harder on your chest, which resulted in you accidentally letting out a moan.

“I- it’s okay, Y/N, we’ll come back later,” Takeomi mumbled. Not wanting to look directly at you two but also not being able to look away. You looked so pretty, all whiny and flustered. You only nodded at his words. Takeomi had to push Kakucho out because the shirtless man had shut down looking at the scene. Kakucho’s blood left his brain travel downwards.

The moment they left the office, they saw the haitani brothers talking with Sanzu and Kokonoi on their way to see Mikey.

“No, don’t interrupt,” Takeomi warmed them.

“They are still at it?” asked Rindou with a wicked smile on.

“What do you mean?” Kokonoi asked with concern in his voice.

“Mikey is in one of his Y/N’s boobs are mine moments,” replied Ran with a tired tone.

“Why? Now? Today was my turn,” Sanzu would have preferred to be dumped on a ditch than having to skip his night with you. “And what happened to him,” the pinknette pointed towards Kakucho’s lifeless form.

“He saw Mikey choke on a tit like a madman,” Takeomi pressed a hand on his forehead in frustration because he saw that too.

Multiple hmms in understanding followed the older man’s statement.

“Let's go for a drink in hopes they finish early,” suggested Rindou. Everyone agreed to the idea.

“Let’s go, Kaku,” this time, Ran moved Kakucho.

Everyone forgot about the confiscated shipments, except for one person. Mochi stood in the docks area, waiting for orders since Mikey didn’t pick up the phone and Kakucho and Takeomi never showed up, nor did the Haitani brothers.

“Fucking bastards,” huffed the big man, looking at the horizon where the sun was being to set.

#omificstags #omi.dih #tw.mazophilia #Bonten #sano mikey manjiro x reader smut #Sanzu haruchiyo #ran Haitani #rindou Haitani #kakucho not really hitto #takeomi akashi #mochizuki kanji #omi.thirst #tokyorev #tokyo revengers scenarios #omi.answers #anon #bonten x reader

[oshicakes]

when your classmates tease you with other guy

pairings. kageyama tobio x reader, suna rintaro x reader, kenma kozume x reader

genre. fluff

an. to anon, this is your request. hope you'll like it hehe. its kinda long, im sorry sksksks have a nice day!

other: shirabu and futakuchi, kunimi and hoshiumi, sakusa and oikawa, miya twins, aone and yamaguchi, konoha and semi

Kageyama Tobio

your relationship with him is still new, like a weeks. so not a lot of people knew about it.

it was a fine day when someone from the other section confessed to you infront of your classmates.

it was embarassing, to the point you don't know what to do. the guy made you accept the letter he gave you and ran away.

leaving you alone with your teasing classmated and the knowing look of some students from other section and year.

you didn't miss the look that kageyama have when your eyes met with his. he knew that guy who confessed to you, it's his classmate.

althroughout the class, he stared intently at the guy's back. if looks can kill, that guy's already dead by now.

in your case, everyone around you is teasing you. you already told them about having a boyfriend, it's kageyama.

"stop lying, y/n. we just went to karaoke last week and you said you're single. besides we didn't hear about him courting you or even confessing, he's only interested in volleyball, so it's impossible."

you're really offended with what they said about him but instead of arguing with them, you just keep your mouth shut.

it's been three days, and you are forced to accept the love letter within those days. at the same time, kageyama's really in the foul mood. his teammates talked to you about this. so you came up to the solution of talking to the guy even if he ran away gain.

"can we talk, please?" you talked to him. he vigorously nodded and followed you until you reach a more peaceful surroundings. you also didn't miss the knowing looks and the teases that were thrown at you by your classmates.

"im sorry, but i can't accept your confession. i already have a boyfriend."

he just stand there with now a blank face. "but you took the letter i made."

"you forced it in my hand then ran away before i could reject you."

"just one date, y/n. then i'll leave you alone." he desperately said.

"im really sorry, i can't do that."

before anything could happen, a ball hit his back. it was not hard and not that soft too, just enough to make him flinch away from him.

you we're about to check on him when someone grab your wrist. it was kageyama. wearing a scary aura around him. "what do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?"

"k-kageyama? he's your boyfriend, y/n?"

"yes, got a problem with that?" he said. "if you don't have anything to say, go home. leave y/n alone or else you'll get to taste another spike on you. but this time its more harder and it'll land on your face."

the guy was about to say something when kageyama glared at him then the guy just walked away. it was weird but it somehow relieved you. "are you okay? are you hurt?"

"im okay, tobio."

"ill walk you home."

"okay. but please refrain from hitting someone with that ball. i know how powerful you are."

"i won't promise you anything, y/n."

"tobio." you said in a warning tone.

"okay, okay." he surrendered. you kiss his cheeks as a thank you for somehow saving you. he blushed profusely. see, he's a cute litol bean.

the next day, the news about you and kageyama spread around your class and his class. all day, kageyama just wear his smirking but scary but still smirking beacuse of happiness face.

Suna Rintarou

your relationship was a secret, to spare you to the chaotic twin. he doesn't want you to be bothered by them. although you told your classmates that you're in a relationship with your mom's friend's son, which is true.

knowing that you're taken, they didn't stop shipping you with your classmate who always talks to you.

ofcourse, you denied and said you have a boyfriend but they keep on teasing the both of you. it lasted like two weeks and each day, you just want to shout to them to stop.

welp, you didn't know that this day would come. he eventually spread that your his lover now.

it you confronted him infront of your classmates. although he whispered to you that he was just messing around and he just see you as a friend. which made you sigh in relief.

you tried to make him stop with what he's doing but he cut you off and laughed. he pulled you next to him. "come on, y/n. just play along with this. look how funny their faces are." he whispered to you. "sorry, my girlfriend is a not in the mood."

"she's your what?" a voice coming from your behind. oh no, you know that voice. you glance behind you and saw your boyfriend standing there. the guy face him and made you too.

"she's my girlfriend." he confidently said, he even put his arms around your shoulder.

his eyes are now menacing, jaw clenched and fist are closed tightly. you gulped because of that. "really? if you're y/n's boyfriend, then did you know that i slept at their house yesterday? y/n cooked me a breakfast, also prepared a bento for me, and we kissed before coming here."

the guy and your classmates we're speechless, like their mouths and eyes are literally wide open. you mentally face palmed, and you could also feel your face heat up.

he grabbed you away from the guy and claim you infront of them by encircling his arms around my waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. he even kissed your cheeks.

"don't claim other's girlfriend, got that? you're lucky we're not in the gym or else a ball will hit you directly on your face."

after that, he held your hands and walked away from your classmates. before the both of you could get away completely, the twins and some of his teammates blocked the way. "oh great."

"damn! you have a cute girlfriend and you didn't even bother to tell us?" osamu said.

in the end, both of you got cornered by his teammates and made you answer their questions and listen to their rants for an hour. while you classmates specially the guy keep on apologizing to you and him. you assure them that it's okay, but don't do it again.

"stop using your phone, y/n. give me your attention."

"okay, okay. what do you want to do?"

"sleep." then he pulled you and made you lay beside him and locked you between his arms.

Kenma Kozume

both of you never intended to make it a secret, it's more like you date privately. you know.

you don't know if your classmates know that you and kenma are a couple. but you mostly hang out whenever it's break and lunch along with the other volleyball players.

it was a usual day where your classmates invited you to play with them in a game called valorant. and your in kenma's house.

the game ended after a few rounds. they keep pairing you up with this boy in your class. they keep teasing you with him like, "you two have a good chemistry in this, why don't you just date", "you'd be a great duo!"

it happens that the issue was brought to your class, now all of your classmates tease the both of you to each other.

you explained that you already have a boyfriend, but they acted like didn't hear you, instead they said that "oh really! he's your boyfriend, y/n?!" now, you don't know if they misheard it or they're just being dumb. it goes on for weeks.

you're in kenma's house once again. both of you are playing when that guy invited you to play. so you accepted, you tag kenma along.

as the game was going, your classmate that was playing too keep on teasing the both of you. they didn't know that your boyfriend can here them. you looked at him and you can't read his face.

however, who ever tease you with that guy, they end up being dead. the game ends, your team wins thanks to kenma but what shook you was, "hey, y/n. would you mind going out with me?"

"im sorry but i have a boyfriend already."

"it's just a date and he wouldn't know about it." he already know! he's beside me looking intently on the screen and his grip on the mouse are tight, you wanted to say to him.

kenma muted his and your mic. "tell him you'd agree but in one condition, he needs to win against you. 1v1. and if he lose tell him to get lost. but ill play it instead of you." then he umute your mic.

his brows we're almost meeting, waiting for you to say it. you cleared your throat. "ill agree of you win against me in a 1v1 game."

"sure!" that made them shout and cheer. kenma pushed your chair and move his infront of your pc.

the game ended with kenma winning the game. "one more time, y/n. ill be serious this time." the guy said. you looked at kenma and he just nodded. "okay."

and again, kenma won. "hey, uhm.. are you serious about it, y/n? you know we can still go out if you want."

this time kenma answered him. "you lose, so get lost! don't bother my girlfriend anymore." after that he disconnected.

"kozume." you caressed his arms when you saw how he grip his mouse tightly. "calm down, please. even if you lose or win, i wouldn't dare to date him. i love you, okay?"

he faced you and buried his face on your chest. "im sorry, i lost my cool. he just got into my nerves." you're now caressing his soft hair. "its okay. let's eat dinner at my house, mom made something for us."

the next day he walked you to your class which is new to you but you have a hint on what's going on with his mind. it's a great timing that the guy opened the door so he saw you kissing kenma's cheeks. you instantly pulled away.

"you're the one i defeated yesterday, right?" he looked at the boy. "before you date and steal y/n away from me, make sure you're strong enough to win against me, got that?"

everyone went silent, including your classmates. he looked inside your classroom. "enablers." then looked at you. "wait for me later, okay? mom's home so she wants to see you. see you later."

after that he walked to his class which is just next to yours. he glared one more time at the guy before going in.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna headcanons #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons

[peachywrite]

Before I Let You Go

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader & Protective Brother!Josuke

Trigger Warning: violence, inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Josuke doesn't understand why his sister has been spending even more time with Morioh's Famous Mangaka.

Josuke sat himself down beside Koichi, the pair of friends awaiting the next delicious plate of specialty pasta Tonio was whipping up for them.

“You know, your sister has been hanging around Rohan quite a bit recently.” Koichi’s concern was evident in his tone of voice and the way he avoided eye contact with Josuke.

“What are you talking about? She just likes his art, is all. She’s always been into drawing and stuff since she was little.” Josuke tried to brush Koichi’s worries away, but he too was a bit suspicious of their sudden closeness.

Tonio returned with two heaping plates of authentic Italian pasta, smiling down as he placed each on the table. He gave a small bow and returned to the kitchen. Koichi poked at the new food with his fork, spinning it around as he began to speak.

“I mean, they’ve been hanging out with each other for a while now, but just recently it feels like something’s changed.” The two paused for a quick bite of their dishes and thought quietly to themselves, both suddenly coming to the same conclusion.

“Hey, Josuke. You don’t think your sister would ever date Rohan, right? What am I thinking, that’s a stupid question. It would never happen.” The shorter boy scratched his cheek nervously, staring down at his plate.

“I-I don’t know. She’s never had a boyfriend before. Rohan’s also too proud to date anyone, so we shouldn’t worry our heads over this, Koichi.” Josuke smiled at him, patting the gray-haired boy on the back to reassure him.

“I don’t know, it’s just… The other day, when I went over to return some photos to Rohan, I saw the two of them through the window. I couldn’t see exactly what they were doing, but it kinda looked like he was holding her hand? And placing a kiss on it? I don’t know though, the window was so high up, so I probably didn’t see anything.” Koichi’s voice wavered, the overwhelming silence from his friend concerning him.

He didn’t have the heart to look Josuke in the eyes at the moment, too afraid he may have let the young man down by not sharing this memory sooner. The dread in his heart outweighed his fears quickly, and Koichi looked up to see a Josuke imbued in the darkest aura imaginable. It reminded him of those terribly frightening spirits in the alley that tried to steal him that one day.

“Uh-Josuke? Is everything a-alright? I know I should have told you sooner, but I wanted to be a hundred percent sure about it before you could go off and beat up Rohan again.” Josuke silently nodded, pulling out his wallet and dropping enough to pay for both meals on the table as he scooted his chair in and began to leave.

“Josuke! We aren’t sure if they even are dating yet!” Koichi shouted.

Josuke turned around, a chilling smile spread across his face as he waved.

“No worries, Koichi. I’m off to find out. Sorry about leaving you, I’ll call Okuyasu to take my place while I’m out. I’ll see you later and tell you what I found out.”

All Koichi could do was stutter in surprise at Josuke’s changed demeanor.

Was he putting on a show to calm his nerves? Or was he actually thinking about how it would affect his sister if Rohan was dating her?

The boy returned to his meal, lost in thought, until a tired Okuyasu joined him at the table.

Josuke’s heart was conflicted. If y/n was really dating Rohan, that would mean she was probably in love with the mangaka. He knew his sister wore her emotions on her sleeve and would never fake a romance, but was that true for Rohan? Could he have used Heaven’s Door to make her love him?

He didn’t trust Rohan after what happened with the others, but he did save his life when they fought against Highway Star.

This is what conflicted him. Rohan had a good soul, but was he doing this because he truly loved y/n, or was this another trick to get back at him for the lost dice game or the partial burning of his mansion? Rohan was the kind of person to hold grudges for as long as he saw fit, so this frightened Josuke.

“You can tease and mess with me all you want, but as soon as you bring my sister into this, you’ve crossed the line.” He muttered under his breath, jogging to the café he knew the artist would probably be sitting at.

As he finally spotted the mangaka, enjoying a sip of tea between his quick sketches, he rushed past the hostess and right up to the table. Rohan was caught off guard, a bit frightened and prepared to use his stand until he saw the steak shaped head of hair.

“Josuke? You idiot, I almost attacked you. Why are you rushing me like an enemy?” He blew out his held breath and took another sip of tea.

Josuke pulled up a seat across from the artist, his hands neatly folded in front of him, eyes staring down as he tried to formulate the proper words without working himself up.

“Rohan, I heard from someone that you may be dating my sister. I just want to know if the rumor is true.” Rohan nearly spit out his cup of tea, the shock of the question taking him completely off guard.

After composing himself, the Great Rohan Kishibe began to sweat as he tried to decide whether he should divulge the truth. Y/n would want him to be honest, but he feared the beating Josuke would surely give him if he found out the two of you were dating.

“Your hesitation to answer is making me nervous, Rohan. You better speak up soon, or I’m gonna lose my patience.” The young delinquent spoke through gritted teeth.

“Fine. Yes, we are. We have been for at least a week now. I love her. It’s simple. Why are you asking me? You could have easily just gotten the same information from her.” Rohan took another sip of tea, hiding his face behind the cup as he tried to figure out how the young man would react.

Josuke’s hands reached out from across the table, grabbing Rohan by the collar and dragging him off to the side, so he could pull him in closer. The smashing of glass on the quiet block alerted the hostesses as they worriedly watched.

“Rohan-sensei! Do you need us to call the police?!” Shouted one of the waitresses, who had reached for her cellphone behind the counter.

“No, everything's alright. I can handle this.” Rohan waved her off, Josuke still dangling the man in the air.

“You better not be doing this to get back at me. I can take the teasing and the jabs at my intelligence, but I won’t let you make a mockery of my sister and her feelings.” Josuke lowered the man down, taking a breath to relax himself, then began to drag the manga artist off the café patio.

“Hey! Release me, you brute! Where are you taking me?!” Rohan struggled in his hold, trying to call Heaven’s Door out to control Josuke.

“We’re going to see y/n.” Rohan stopped fighting and instead calmly placed his hand on Josuke’s shoulder.

The boy stopped, turning around to meet Rohan’s stern face.

“I’ll go with you, just stop manhandling me.” Josuke stared into him, debating with himself, then let the manga artist go.

Rohan stumbled back to his feet, dusting himself off as he grumbled under his breath about how rude Josuke was being to him.

The two walked side by side towards the Higashikata residence. When they were nearly a block away, Josuke spotted you being dropped off by Jotaro. You waved goodbye to the older man, but turned around to face them after.

“Good grief.” Jotaro rolled his eyes with a sigh, leaning against the car as you spotted your brother and your boyfriend angrily walking toward you.

“What do you think is up with them?” You asked, curious as to why both seemed to be in foul moods.

“Looks like your brother found out who your boyfriend is. I’m only staying because I don’t want an unnecessary stand fight.” The marine biologist pouted to himself, annoyed.

You looked back at the pair, shaking your head in annoyance as well.

“I should have just told him from the start. I knew Rohan couldn’t keep quiet about this.” You motioned to the two of them to speed up, so you could talk.

As they reached you, Josuke grabbed onto Rohan again, dragging him by his collar with one hand.

“Why must you fling me around like a rag doll!? I already agreed to come with you!” Rohan shouted, squirming in Josuke’s death grip.

“Use Heaven’s Door on her.” Josuke mumbled to the mangaka.

All he could do was shake his head in response, his eyes wide at the order given to him by the delinquent. Suddenly, a second hand came up to grip the other side of Rohan’s collar, both now shaking him violently.

“I said use Heaven’s Door! I want to be sure you aren’t messing with her!” The tears that welled up in Josuke’s eyes shocked you.

You’d seen Josuke cry before, but these tears were different. He looked scared.

“Josuke, stop it! There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You placed a hand on Josuke’s back, your touch pausing his tirade and causing him to drop his hold on the artist. Helping him up, you touch Rohan’s cheek and nod to him.

“Rohan, I give you permission to use Heaven’s Door on me right now.” He shook his head again, adamant about his refusal.

“I won’t use it on you. Not for that bastard or for you. It’s not right.” You could tell how upset this was making Rohan. He turned his head away from you, not allowing you to meet his gaze.

“Rohan, please. He’s just scared. Just this once. I’ll never ask for you to do this again.” He finally meets your eyes and sighs.

His hands carefully touch your cheek as he whispers Heaven’s Door. The pages on your face open up and prevent you from moving, but you happily look up at the man, reassuring him that you felt safe and accepted this. Josuke came from behind the artist, flipping through all your pages quickly, searching for any scribblings Rohan could have made.

A few minutes pass and Josuke is finally content with his search. He closes the book on your face and your movement returns to you.

“See. Everything was fine. I really do like him. A lot, actually.” You pinch Josuke’s cheek.

Josuke pulls you into a tight hug as you feel his stress melt away. The mangaka crosses his arms, an angry pout on his face. All you can do is sigh and return the hug.

“I just wanted to be sure. If you were to get hurt because of me, I don’t know how I’d live with that.” He squeezes you tighter, your breath leaving your body quickly from his sheer strength.

“Josuke, it’s fine! Trust me! Now let go, you're crushing me.” You squirm, but your brother refuses to budge.

“I don’t think I will. If I let go, you’re gonna go give Rohan a hug, and I don’t want to see that.” The boy then lifts you with little effort and attempts to run, but his plan is foiled when your stand manifests and wraps around his legs, keeping him from moving.

“I see how it is, y/n. Fine, go be with your boyfriend, but no lovey-dovey stuff.” Your vines unwrap his legs as he sets you down.

You give your brother one last hug and a smile, running into Rohan’s arms. He still looks upset, but when you nuzzle into his chest, his anger melts away.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. It had to happen, though, so don’t be too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You look up at him, still in his arms, he leaves a quick peck on your cheek followed by a hefty sigh.

“You’re lucky I’m such a forgiving man.”

#rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba reader insert #jjba part 4 #jjba x reader #jjba #platonic josuke

[readerstories]

Whatever We Want - Hannibal Lecter x gn!reader

Made it gender neutral because I could and gender doesn’t really come into the fic. I tried to go for smut, but got stuck, so just some light fluff this time. If you see any typos, please tell me. (AO3)

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1468

Request: hi there! can you please do a Hannibal x reader? Preferably smut however if you just want fluff thats okay too! The reader is a patient of his and after awhile of therapy sessions and learning more about each other, he makes a move. she intrigues him and is intelligent and kind but dark like him. except not a cannibal (yet lol)

Going to therapy had been a hard choice for you. You’re a private person and think people should keep out of your business as much as possible, thank you very much.

But that, being said, you had realized you probably needed it, or at least something. Punching a mirror in a weak moment had made you seek something out.

So you had researched therapists near you, eventually finding one you thought might not be too bad.

To your surprise, you actually end up liking going there. Dr. Lecter is a well mannered and polite man with some dry humor which he sometimes lets shine through in your sessions. He’s not boring like you thought, instead well read in many disciplines and facets of life, and enjoys the finer things in life, like the tailored suits he always wears, giving your eye something nice as well as your mind.

He lets you ramble and talk about just about anything, sometimes listening, sometimes talking more than you when you are in a foul mood. He’s good at what he does, giving you the illusion of controlling where the sessions go, but you catch on after a few sessions. You joke about it some, (”Is this where you diagnose me with daddy issues Dr. Lecter?” A movement that can barely be called a smile and a huff of air the closest thing you have heard to a laughter from him. “I am not.”), but over time you grow into it, letting him do so.

It helps that you find him interesting and good to look at, so he has no problems in keeping you attentive when you meet. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought about him in other settings. But you had let them go, not wanting to push for something you can’t get.

Which is why, when Hannibal invites you over for dinner one day, he is met with surprised silence over the phone for a few seconds before you gather yourself and say yes to his invitation.

The next evening, at 6 pm sharp, you ring the doorbell of his house while trying to squash the butterflies fluttering to life in your stomach.

Steady footsteps behind the door, and then it’s opened by Hannibal. He’s not smiling, not that you expected him to, but the look on his face is kind. You hand over the blue hydrangeas you had been holding.

“I would have gotten some wine, but I know your taste is better than mine, so I did this instead.”

“Thank you. Come in.” Still ever so polite, Dr. Lecter holds the door open for you as you step inside.

“I find that flowers have a calming effect as well as bringing more life to a room. Please make yourself comfortable while I find a vase for these wonderful points of life.” Hannibal walks down a hallway and you start to take a look around.

The decor and furnishing clearly speaks to a man living alone, but it is as classy and stylish, but yet very on trend as the man you just gave flowers to.

You had debated over what to bring for longer than you would care to admit, unsure what to make of the situation you find yourself in. You wonder what Hannibal had meant by inviting you over for dinner like this.

You are brought out of your musing by approaching steps. Hannibal appears with the flowers in a simple black vase, setting them down on the nearest flat surface before looking at you.

“If you will join me in the dining room, dinner is ready.” You nod, following him into yet another stylish room. The dinner table is long and surrounded by many chairs, clearly able to host a larger gathering of people if needed. But tonight there is only you and Dr. Lecter. He pulls out a chair for you when you get close, and you sit down, the neatly set table in front of you. Yet again he leaves you alone, going through what you assume is the way to the kitchen. Just a few minutes later he is back with plates with food, the smell of them making your mouth water. He sets them down carefully on the table before sitting down across from you.

You can’t help the question that finally tumbles from your lips.

“What is this Dr. Lecter?”

“It is called-” You hold up a hand, silencing him.

“Not the food, but this. Inviting me over for dinner, just the two of us alone.” A few beats of silence as you watch each other.

“It is whatever we want it to be.” He lets the word linger before speaking once more.

“You are one of the most interesting people I have ever met, so a dinner seemed only fitting to get to know each other better.” Your first thought is no, that is what you do in your therapy session, but no, that’s not really it is it? He knows you, but you don’t know much about him, other than that he is polite and looks very good in tailored suits.

“Very well Dr. Lecter.” A smile, the first proper one you have seen from him, however small.

“Please, call me Hannibal.” You smile back at him, glancing down at the food to avoid his gaze so he can’t see how flustered that little permission to use his first name had gotten you.

“But now I am actually curious, what is this wonderful dinner I see and smell before me?”

“The meat is-” and from here he launches into an explanation of the food and how he prepared it while he starts to eat. You mirror him, both continuing to eat while he explains, and then the conversation flows from there. You find it even easier and better to talk to him in a more casual setting like this, almost every sentence he speaks makes you more interested in the man.

He pours you both a glass of wine, and you toast to the health of the other, then continue talking. It’s an easy ebb and flow of words, neither of you running dry on what to say or where to next with your words.

You keep talking and drinking more wine all trough your dinner, and you keep talking while helping Hannibal clear away the dishes. You follow him into the kitchen, offering him to help him, but he thanks you no, saying that no guest of his should do dishes.

So instead you lean against the counter, looking over the kitchen while he does dishes, wineglass almost empty again. You take your last sip of it, setting it down on the counter next to the knife block behind your back.

“You have a rather large kitchen for one person.”

“I like to cook, sometimes for many people.” You hum, watching his back move through his white shirt, shamelessly looking now that he can’t see you.

“I gathered as much, and you are good at it too, I must say.”

“Thank you.” Hannibal almost catches you staring when he turns around, a chef knife in his hands. He steps toward you, and you know you are in his way so he can’t put the knife away, but you don’t move. He raises a brow, you tilt your head in response. Another few steps and he is very much in your personal space, the knife by his side now. He moves his arm ever so slowly up, the knife glinting briefly in the light before it goes behind your back.

You hear it slide into its place in the block, but pay it no mind, all your attention on Hannibal’s face now.

Pulling his arm back, it doesn’t go back at Hannibal’s side, instead his hand comes to at your hip. You lick your lips, his eyes following the motion, the silence in the room deafening.

He leans forward ever so slightly, and then, finally, his lips are on yours. They are firm, warm, and you are quick to respond. Kissing him back your own hands go around his neck, pulling him closer. Hannibal hums into the kiss, both of his hands on your hips now. His tongue comes out and you open your mouth to him, meeting him halfway there.

Hannibal kisses with a quiet, but solid, fierceness you perhaps hadn’t expected. So who are you to blame when your hand wanders down to tug him forward by his belt loop, sending a very clear message of what you want this to be.

Hannibal breaks the kiss but doesn’t go far, staying right where he is as he speaks.

“Is this what you want it to be?”

“Yes.” You whisper breathlessly and pull him back for another kiss with his tie.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal fanfiction #Hannibal TV #hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #reader insert #hannibal fic #reader #written #1000 #readerinsert

[bestiesenpai]

for the prompt requests could you do step daddy toji with 14

14. Stop calling me princess! Oh I’m sorry, Queen.

It was a painfully hot summer day, the AC had just decided to break, and you were on your last nerve and as the temperature continued to climb, your patience dwindled.

Ever since you'd woken up sweaty with Toji's body practically smothering you, you were in a foul mood with him. Unceremoniously kicking him off the mattress and throwing your blanket on top of him, you locked yourself away from him the moment you could.

"Princess, breakfast is ready!" He yelled from the bottom of the stairs a few hours later, receiving no reply from you. You were hungry, but you waited until there wasn't any noise coming from the kitchen to go down.

"Sleep well, princess?" He teased when he finally saw you. You'd slept well and he knew that, fucking you into the mattress until you passed out cockwarming him.

Rolling your eyes and grumbling under your breath, you snagged a quick plate of food and walked back to your room with Toji's soft laugh grinding against your ears.

"Oh princess, you look so cute!" Toji was really starting to get on your nerves now. All you were trying to do was grab a glass of water and a snack, did he have to comment on the fact you were now wearing a sundress instead of pajamas?

"Hey, daddy's talking to you." He spoke again, getting up from his spot in the living room and coming to the entryway of the kitchen. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as you filled up your glass and the tension was breaking you.

"Leave me alone." You mumbled, giving him a glance as you turned away from the sink.

"I don't think I will, princess. I don't like this little attitude you have." Pushing away from the wall, he sauntered into your path.

"Move." Trying to push past him wouldn't work, and it wasn't like you had the physical strength to try and move him yourself. You were completely at his mercy.

"Don't think I will." Taking the glass from your hand, Toji put it on the counter and leaned into your space, making you back up until you met the counter and he could put his hands around you and block you in.

"What do you want?" Turning your face away from him, you knew his eyes were trailing down to the bite marks that still lingered on your shoulders and chest.

"You PMS'ing or something, princess?"

"Stop calling me princess!" Your face burned harshly and you pushed at his chest, embarrassed he'd even ask. Toji caught your hands, holding them against his body as he smirked at you, happy to finally get a reaction.

Making sure to get as close to you as possible, Toji chuckled as you tried to squirm away from him. Skimming his lips along your hairline, he stopped at your ear.

"Oh I'm sorry, Queen."

#tw: pseudoincest #I'll keep you my dirty little secret🗣 #toji fushiguro #shitpost

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Would you ever write something about daddy Henry giving his little maintenance spankings to make sure she behaves (because she's a little brat)?😋

Summary: Maintenance spanking for a naughty little girl who didnt want her icecream after dinner.

Warnings: DDLG, Spanking, Swearing, Temper Tantrums, a Waste Of Ice Cream

Tagging: @viking-raider

"What the hell was that young lady?" Henry growled as he thundered down the hall hearing your foul language.

After throwing a tantrum in the kitchen about eating veggies you'd had the audacity to get up from the table without being excused and thought he let you eat ice-cream instead.

It was a ballsy move, opening the icebox freezer when he had told you not to and fishing out ice-cream he had forbid you from eating before finishing your dinner.

Henry had enough by that point, you'd done all this in front of him with a haughty little expression

You thought you'd be spared a spanking because of your tooth ache but you were wrong, very wrong.

After standing up and confiscating the spoon you'd got to eat your icecream you'd run off whilst he called for you to sit down and eat your dinner.

You huffed and left the kitchen tipping over your chair on the way out prompting him to follow.

And now here he was standing at the door to the living room where you had stormed off to and was now sulking.

"you want to repeat that to my face little one?" he growled hearing the half muttered curse words you were calling him.

"N-nothing daddy" you gasped panicking slightly eyes wide as you realise your little fit may have just cost you.

"Oh no go on daddy's a what? Come on tell me" he grunted tipping his head at you frowning non to impressed with you cussing him out under your breath.

"Go on princess what is daddy?" He grunted staring at you

"A... very handsome amazing king?" You tried to backtrack and pretend that you hadn't just been cussing him out to Kal who was sitting in the corner giving you the 'ooo your in trouble' eyes.

"Really because it sounded to me that you called me an asshole?" Henry asked shifting on his feet casually looking huge and intimidating by the door blocking your only exit.

"No daddy I-I'd never do that!" you spoke voice going high as you realised he may be serious this time.

"And lying too? Oh no poppet! No no no!" He growled crossing the room.

You squeaked and turned on all fours trying to scamper away over the sofa.

You were fast but he was faster henry managed to cross the room and sit on the sofa capturing your ankles and dragged you back as you whimpered yelling as he held you face down over his lap.

"Now here we go, a little brat needing a reminder~" he hummed striking your up turned bottom in a loud slap, the sting was instant even through the jeans.

"And why? Because daddy is an asshole that wont let you eat a whole litre tub of caramel ice-cream after refusing to eat your dinner" he huffed holding you down with one hand as you made a fuss.

"No I'm sorry daddy no!" You whined kicking out trying to find some leverage to kick off and escape.

Henry moved propping his knee higher so you wouldn't kick the table beside the sofa and knock everything off.

"Now now none of that, after all I'm an asshole and wont listen" he said in a jovial mood despite you being rude?

"bu-but daddy my tooth hurts!!??" you yipped trying to fight him but he was just to big and strong.

"and now your ass will too!" He muttered moved quickly tugging your jeans down as you squirmed wriggling your hips trying to get away only managing to help him pull them over your bottom dragging your small knickers with them leaving you bare.

You cried out covering your bottom only for him to tuck both wrists in one hand holding them in your back before letting out a chuckle.

"Oh baby look at this pale little rump~" he teased patting the still cold cheeks rubbing a little heat into them.

"Noo daddy please don't! I'm sorry!" you cried out as he move popping your cheeks a few times letting a slow warmth creep across them.

"Nothing says sorry like a little red tushy and you haven't had one of those in a while love its why your being a brat!" he commented before landing heavier spanks across your bottom.

You kicked out but it was futile, you whined in defeat hanging your head sniffling resigning yourself to a spanking.

"Good girl, now you hold still while daddy sees to this very naughty botty" he said cheerfully before beginning to administer a proper thrashing.

Your sobbing began quite quickly as he began to impart a lesson onto your vulnerable cheeks scolding you all the while about being rude and naughty.

You squirmed as he lit a fire in your ass giving you something to be sorry about, leaving stinging burning swats over the whole of your ass without breaking a sweat.

"there we go! A very red bottom~ Something to be embarrassed about"

"oh baby your butt is soo cute all red and hot~ like a tiny rip cherry daddy is tempted to take a bite" he teased as you wailed below the sting was to much and your bottom was swelling already.

" there we go! A very sorry little princess...Now you will be marching right back to the table and eat your veggies without the attitude!" he scolded finally tipping you up to stand you your own two feet beside him as you sobbed into your hands trying to hide your shameful tears in your palms.

"y-yes daddy... B-but my tooth really did hurt daddy" you offered pitifully as you wiped your face on your sleeves.

"i know, you have a trip to the dentist tomorrow for an emergency appointment" he explained slowly bending over to capture your knickers and began shimmying them up your legs.

"nooOOOoo daddy i dont wana goo!!!" you complained at him shaking your knees trying not to stomp at him before your undies were even covering you.

"well thats a shame isnt it? Your going now come on up we get" he drolled finally pulling your knickers over your bottom but made you step out of your jeans

"daddy?- I want-" you pointed to your thick jeans that would offer some protection should he decide to give you a few more swats.

"nope, these are staying off, its warm enough and means I can get to you easier if you start acting up again now into the kitchen" and stood up pointing to the door.

You blinked at him eyes still wet with tears, lip quivering but he raised a brow prompting you to spin and head for the door at a snails pace.

"mush" he said walking behinde you patting your tender ass making you yelp and move faster.

"now you will finish half of your mash potato and all of your carrots! Daddy made soft veggies specially for you tonight and your sore tooth" he instructed leading you over to your seat whilst fetching your plate out of the oven where henry had put it to keep warm before chasing you.

You sniffed but took the offered fork and began eating small bites feeling sorry for yourself.

Henry moved to the sink quickly rinsing his own plate once he was sure you were eating nicely.

"oh look? The icecream you were trying to sneak is all melted now well that is a shame isn't it?" he said whilst picking up the drenched ben and jerry's carton you had been trying to steal.

He shook his head and stepped on the peddle of the bin

You whined tearing up as the carton hit the bottom of the bin with finality.

Instantly you burst into tears again holding your arms out making grabby hands to him.

"come on love eat your dinner" the scolded nodding to your half full plate.

"b-but daddy that was a full carton?!" you cried out loud upset over the loss of your special icecream.

"yes well brats don't get icecream now finish your dinner" he said with no remorse what's ever

"but what about pudding?" you whimpered moving to nibble another baby carrot as slowly as you possibly could.

"you get none, now hurry and eat before daddy thinks you need another reminder to do as your told" he threatened calmly leaning back on the counter watching you closely as you picked at your food.

You looked down in self pity and began to eat a little faster

"if you finish everything on your plate you can have some chocolate custard" he caved unable to see you so miserable but wanted to remain firm.

"r-really daddy?" you sniffled peering at him shyly

"yes poppet but only if you clean your plate" he reiterated making you smile softly to yourself and nodded before eating your dinner nicely.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill headcanon #henry cavill x little!reader #oh-for-fic-sake ask #oh for fic sake headcannon

[canariie]

baby, it’s cold outside

Rating: K+

Synopsis: “Well, he is a Hitsugaya after all,” Rangiku mused as she lit more candles. “Nothing will stop him with it comes to Momo.”

“Evidently so,” Toushiro grumbled. “I just wish it didn’t have to do with pushing me out of the way.”

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It’s winter and it’s too cold for Toushiro’s son, leaving the white haired captain sleep deprived & at his wit’s end. 

Word Count: 3270 words

Setting: established relationship, many decades after the last Bleach chapter

Prompt: Hitsuhina Week 2021 Gift Exchange for @go-n-ef

Authour’s Note: I am so sorry that this is late! Thank you to @rays-of-fire-and-ice for being patient with me & allowing me to submit after the @hitsuhina-week gift exchange day!

@go-n-ef requested hitsuhina fluff with family, which IS MY JAM (if that is not obvious by now haha). I hope you enjoy it! :)

This is building off of a similar notion of Momo & Toushiro’s powers balancing each other, which I had introduced in an earlier Hitsuhina week 2021 submission, under the blue moon, except fast forward to a future where they are together & have more additions to their family ;) 

Enjoy!

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“Taicho! Can we turn up the heating? It is frigid in here!” Rangiku groused as she entered the office. Little puffs of chilled air escaped her lips, almost as if winter had entered indoors. “If it continues like this, I’m going to have to wear a winter coat inside to work.” She doubled up her scarf and plopped herself down behind her desk, shivering in place.

“Good morning to you too Matsumoto,” the white-haired man said dryly, briefly looking up from his stack of reports. “Glad you could make it before noon.”

“It’s much harder to get out of bed now that the snow is piling up,” Rangiku defended herself, tightening her scarf. “If you increase the heating, maybe I’ll consider coming in earlier.”

“We’ve already used up our company’s expenditures for the month since somebody decided to spend it on an office party,” Toushiro retorted. “I suggest you bring in more of your own candles to work if the cold bothers you so much.”

The vice-captain huffed under her breath as she started rummaging through her desk for her scented candles. As she peered through the drawers, she cast a glance at her captain who was diligently copying down his notes. However, only her trained eye of being under his supervision for so many years could see that there was something wrong with him. From the tight grip on the brush, to the hunched shoulders and and the more prominent scowl on his face— Hitsugaya-taicho was in a foul mood.

Rangiku raised a delicate eyebrow at him. “What happened Taicho? You have bags under your eyes so black, you look like a panda.”

Though he had grown much taller and was closer to his matured adult form, he still couldn’t help the habit of sending an icy glare at his lieutenant. In normal circumstances, he would have reprimanded her for such a comment and told her to get back to work. However, they had worked together so long, Toushiro knew that she wasn’t going to let anything go.

His eyebrows furrowed together as he rubbed his forehead in exasperation. “Unfortunately,…I did not sleep as well as I would like,” he grumbled. A moment passed as he got his bearings together, before he muttered to the side, “I ended up being pushed off onto the floor.”

The look on her face was far more understanding than what Toushiro had anticipated. “Did you and Momo have a fight? I know she’s pregnant again and a bit hormonal but even that’s a bit much for her,” she quipped as she pulled out a candle from her drawer to light up.

Toushiro sighed wearily. “No, it’s nothing like that…”

There was a slight chill in the air as Toushiro closed up the veranda to their patio. Winter nights were his favourite time of the year as the world seemed quieter and more peaceful. No longer was there the hustle of the day where any minute could ring the alarm for battle. Instead, all the residents of Soul Society would light their candles and retreat inside, closer together in the warmth and refuged away from the frigid cold. It reminded him of his long night walks through the snow when he lived in Junrinan, a much simpler time when he felt like the only soul awake.

He could not enjoy the weather as well as he would have like for it had been a long day of back to back meetings with different divisions, leaving Toushiro without a break. So, by nighttime, he was more than looking forward to collapsing on the futon and sleeping next to his wife.

He entered their bedroom quietly, not wanting to disturb Momo who was already deep in slumber. Since she was pregnant with their second child, she fell asleep much earlier than him and would usually be passed out by the time he came home.

Another difference to his pregnant wife is that her reiatsu was much stronger while she slept. Momo had always exuded warmth, even from an early age. It wasn’t just her bright personality but her natural temperature was warmer than normal—as if the summer sun followed her wherever she went. That’s why it was only when she left their village that Toushiro’s reiatsu became unbalanced without her warmth to counter it—which almost ended up freezing his grandmother to death.

There was still a small part of Toushiro that feared he would do the same again, though he was much older and more in control of his powers. So, it gave him peace whenever Momo would stay the night at his place; after they got married, it alleviated his fears knowing that her warmth could fight his natural coldness—especially when they had their first child Natsume.

Toushiro walked over the crib to check on his son who was fast asleep with a small fist clutching his blanket, his little chest rising and falling gently. Though Natsume was about 2 years and already walking eagerly around, the white-haired man couldn’t stop staring at him in astonishment. Toushiro was happy that his son had inherited more of his mother’s features with his black hair and warm spirit. One of the few things he received from Toushiro were his emerald eyes, though he would have preferred Momo’s warm brown eyes. But it still sent a swell of pride knowing that he had a child with the woman he loved.

Toushiro slipped into their futon, moving himself behind Momo to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against his chest. He inwardly cheered that he had finally reached his “aged” form—initially while he was not a fan, one perk was his ability to hold Momo who now seemed much smaller in his arms.

He buried his face into the back of her neck, taking note of the jasmine smell in her hair. With her in his arms, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

It was deep in the middle of the night when Toushiro woke up with a jolt, his eyes blindly searching around the room. Taking it for a bad dream, he instinctively moved closer towards Momo until he felt something intervene in between. Attached to Momo’s back was Natsume, fast asleep with his little fists holding onto her long hair. Somehow through the night, the boy had crawled from his crib and onto the futon in between his parents. The white-haired man felt his heart swell to see all his family together in one place. Toushiro moved to pull the covers over the three of them when he felt something like a barrier in between.

“What’s going on,” Toushiro murmured. He tried again to move closer but the barrier seemed stronger, pushing him away and fumbling off the futon.

Slightly annoyed, Toushiro picked himself up and pried the baby from his mother before placing him back in the crib.

However, this repeated for several nights with Natsume crawling out of bed and attaching himself to his mother. Even at a young age, his spiritual pressure was strong enough to ward off Toushiro—leaving him banished off the futon and to sleep on the floor.

“Well, he is a Hitsugaya after all,” Rangiku mused as she lit more candles. “Nothing will stop him with it comes to Momo.”

“Evidently so,” Toushiro grumbled. “I just wish it didn’t have to do with pushing me out of the way.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’ve tried it all! Blocking his crib with cushions, adding a space heater, placing his futon right next to Momo’s. Natsume still crawls in between and forces me off the futon!”

“Taicho…” Rangiku started slowly with trepidation, not used to seeing her captain all out of sorts. “Have you ever just thought…of buying a larger futon?”

He stopped in his tracks.

No, he had not. Something as simple as that had slipped his mind.

It must be the lack of sleep if his vice-captain thought of a better idea before him.

“You know, Matsumoto—you might be onto something.”

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And that’s how the top two 10th division officers found themselves wandering through the town before settling on a futon store.

“Matsumoto, let’s be quick. We don’t want to leave the division for too long,” Toushiro warned, wary of being spotted out & about on company time. Though Kyoraku-soutaicho was much more laidback than the previous general captain, the tenth captain didn’t want to be risk being penalized.

“Nonsense, Taicho!” Matsumoto quipped. “This is of utmost importance—we are talking about your sleep here! We must resolve it, so you can be happy and the division—can ergo—be happy as well.”

“You just want to skip out on work,” Toushiro muttered dryly, but followed her inside with the bell chiming above their heads. The shop was a small intimate one, with stacks of mattresses lining up the walls, and leaving only a tight path towards the desk in the front.

A stout clerk was organizing papers and sent a dismissive glance up at Toushiro before glancing back down at his work. A moment lapsed where the two officers looked at each other before Rangiku moved to the front, sweeping her hair aside and batting her eyelashes. “Hi, I was wondering if you could help us with a mattress purchase,” she asked sweetly.

The clerk looked up again, and stopped in his tracks—making Toushiro roll his eyes. The captain was far used to the way that men behaved around his lieutenant and he had stopped trying to interfere a long time ago.

“How can I help you?” the clerk asked eagerly, not used to such attention from a beautiful woman. Rangiku smiled. “We were wondering if you had a futon, maybe a king size one, that would have a lot of room for two people,” she asked as she leant over, cradling her cheek in her palm.

“You two?” He looked them both up, taking in Rangiku fully before throwing a glance at Toushiro. “Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “She’s out of your league.”

“What…?,” Toushiro gritted his teeth. He was far from amused and had half a mind of pulling out Hyourinmaru and freezing this obnoxious man on the spot.

“I mean, it wouldn’t make sense if you two were together,” the clerk explained with a blasé attitude, sorting through some papers on the desk, oblivious to the rising fury on the white-haired captain’s face.  

“Hahaha he couldn’t handle me!” Rangiku laughed, clutching the sides of her stomach.

“Matsumoto!”

“I’m kidding of course, Taicho! Don’t need to be so uptight about it,” she lightly slapped his arm but it did little to move the stormy cloud that rested on his features.

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“I don’t understand how those kinds of people could run these stores,” he muttered darkly as they returned back to the office. After Toushiro had frozen the nosy clerk quiet, the manager had appeared and with obsequious flourish, offered same day delivery at a reduced half price.

Rangiku dropped her bag on her desk before flopping on the couch. “Well Taicho, if you turn up the heat, then I wouldn’t say such things!” she commented as she tucked in herself with a shawl and blanket around her shoulders. “I’ll be better behaved when it gets warmer!”

Toushiro was about to retort a profane remark back when the door slid opened to a jubilant Momo holding a sleeping Natsume in her arms. “Hello Rangiku-san, Toushiro!” It was like a wave of summer wind as she walked in, exuding a welcoming warmth. She was dressed in a bright yellow maternity kimono, lined pastel pink cherry blossoms that Rangiku had bought for her. Her long hair was pulled back into an elegant chignon that did nothing short of highlighting her radiant smile.

“Momo-chan! It’s so good to see you!” Rangiku cheered as she immediately hugged her. “It’s too cold in here and Taicho won’t increase the heating!” Momo laughed at the glare that Toushiro sent the blonde’s way. “I’m glad I can be of assistance then!”

Toushiro watched as the two continued to embrace each other, with the sleeping baby tucked in the middle. After a couple moments, when he saw that his vice-captain wasn’t letting go of his wife, he cleared his throat. “Matsumoto, that’s enough—don’t suffocate her.”

The blond woman let go but remained with her arms around the shorter vice-captain. “Momo-chan, you should stay here! We could use your warmth in the office!” she exclaimed, pulling Momo by the couch.

She chuckled, “I thought I would stop by and check on you all! Hirako-taicho sent me off since there were too many division officers retreating to our office.”

Toushiro was about to interrogate her of which people were exactly coming close to his wife when the door was briskly opened again.

“Good day Hitsugaya-fuukutaicho!” the men chorused outside. Momo smiled widely at them, already used to this sort of behavior from her division. “I hope you all are doing well despite the cold,” she chirped as a few of the men sighed in content, like they were near a campfire. “It’s always a joy when Hitsugaya-fuukutaicho graces us with her presence,” one seated officer responded, the others nodding their heads enthusiastically in agreement.

Toushiro scowled at the gawking of his company men as they scrambled over each other to come closer to the edge of the door, and nearer to his wife.

“If you have time to be standing there, you have time to do the extra drills—outside,” he commanded. The lot turned to their captain to see his eyes flashing ominously ice blue. “Leave. Now.”

The two women watched with bemused expressions as the men scurried off, leaving the door wide open. The captain reverted his attention back to his paperwork, a deep frown etched onto his features.

“Rangiku-san, can you take care of Natsu-chan for a bit?” Momo whispered. “He fell asleep about an hour ago so he shouldn’t wake up soon.”

The blonde smiled at her, “Of course! Anything for my favourite nephew!” Momo handed the baby, carefully as to not disturb his sleep, into Rangiku’s open arms. She kissed her son on the forehead, affectionately brushing his hair. “Stay asleep Natsu-chan and don’t give your Aunt any trouble,” Momo whispered. The boy made a slight purring noise, but other that than made no other sign of waking up soon.

“Let’s leave your parents alone, Natsu-chan,” Rangiku said softly before quietly moving out and closing the door behind her.

The white-haired captain watched with a raised eyebrow as his wife sauntered towards him, a knowing smile in her eyes, before settling herself bestride on his lap.

“Ahh, I’ve wanted to do this for so long! Without your coolness, all the extra reiatsu has me burning up,” Momo mused as she snuggled closer, her arms encircling his waist. “I’ve missed you, Toushiro,” she murmured into this throat, sending shivers down his back.

He could only agree as he kissed her forehead, dropping the ink brush to brings his arms around his wife. “I’ve missed you too.” Pushing back the bangs from her forehead, he pulled back to look over her face. “How are you feeling?”

“We’re both in excellent shape!” Momo flashed him a dazzling smile and he couldn’t help but follow with his own. “Isane-san said that it’ll only be in a couple of weeks’ time that we get to meet the baby!” She looked down fondly at her belly, holding it maternally. It really had been so long since he last held her like this, and the warm reiatsu was slowly melting away his earlier sour mood. It was also a peaceful repose to have some alone time with his wife—which he didn’t realize how much he had needed before.

“However well I am, we must talk about this.” Momo pulled back as she gestured around him with her hands, the ring on her hand sparkling in the light.

Toushiro furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

Momo traced her fingers below his eyes, the sensation reminding him of being near a lit candle. “Shiro-chan, you haven’t been sleeping well. You look so exhausted and I’m worried about you.” Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted. “Is it because of my reiatsu?”

“Of course not!” Toushiro sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “The warmth doesn’t bother me at all,” he admitted wearily. He was quiet for a moment as he debated internally what to say. “Natsume…has been crawling into bed and has been attaching himself to you. He’s also formed a barrier against my cold reiatsu so it…pushes me out of the futon,” he grumbled to the side.

Momo blinked before giggling. “Toushiro, are you sulking?”

“I am not,” he said petulantly. But the look in Momo’s eyes said she didn’t believe it. “I’m…afraid that I will be too cold for the both of you,” he admitted softly, not meeting her warm brown eyes. “If my son doesn’t want to be near the cold, who’s to say that the baby will not want to be near me.”

“Oh Toushiro…” Momo cradled his face with her hands, sending warmth throughout his cheeks as she tilted his head down towards her. “Your reiatsu may be of ice but that doesn’t mean your heart is like that.” She moved forward to kiss his cheek. “I love you for the coolness that you bring, and Natsu-chan does too—as will the new baby.” Momo moved his hands back around her again as she leaned against his chest. “My safest place is in your arms—and there is nowhere else I would rather be.”

She stroked his skin, lazily drawing patterns under his collarbone. “We work as team, Toushiro. My heat balances your coolness and vice versa. Without you—I would probably end up melting people,” Momo joked. He smiled at the visual, knowing that she was exaggerating to alleviate his real fears. However, with the warmth of Momo’s reiatsu and her tucked in his arms, he could feel a surge of relief flood through his whole body, easing the anxiety that was at the back of his mind.

He pulled her closer in. “Thank you Momo.”

They stayed like that for a while, with his chin on top of her head and a hand on top of her belly. Toushiro could feel a strong power moving inside, almost like they were appreciative of the cold rieatsu.

“Also, Toushiro, it’s winter now so of course Natsu-chan wants to sleep next to me!” She smiled brightly at him. “When it’s summer, you’re going to have me and the kids holding on to you to stay cool!”

He chuckled, but felt lighter inside at the prospect. “So I assume it was still worth it to get the bigger futon.”

Momo suddenly turned bashful, reminding Toushiro of when they had first start dating. She fingered a lock of his hair in her hands. “Well,” her smile turned puckish. “Natsu-chan is still asleep…we could go test it out.”

Toushiro raised his eyebrow, not used to seeing this side of her. “What are you trying to imply, Momo?”

She blushed. “I’m saying, we have some time for the two of us…”

“To do what?” he teased.

Momo pouted at him in exasperation, “I mean…” she pushed herself up and whispered in his ear. Toushiro’s ears turned red.

“Matsumoto!” he called out. “I’ll be taking my break now!” Momo giggled as Toushiro stood up in one swift motion, with her cradled in his arms, as he moved them both to their private quarters.

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Authour’s Note: I headcanon that external & internal factors affect Toushiro & Momo’s reiatsu. For Toushiro, probably with winter, his reiatsu & powers are much stronger, which would probably make him colder to others. Momo on the other hand, can withstand this and would probably enjoy it more because, when she’s pregnant, she’s warmer than normal— allowing them to perfectly offset each other when they’re hotter and colder than usual :)

And again, I think there will always be some anxiety with Toushiro freezing the people he loves to death, especially if he were to have his own family. I think with Momo he has some ease, but with his children, it can still be anxiety inducing — especially if he’s worried that he would be too cold with them.

Safe to say, Hitsuhina needs each other!

#hitsuhina #hitsuhina week 2021 #momo hinamori #hinamori momo #Toshiro Hitsugaya #Hitsugaya Toushiro #canariie: my fics #and yes Natsume is my OC in my head #the first of hitsuhina children! #the baby is a secret for now but they may appear in other fics :3 #hope you all enjoyed! #what a great hitsuhina week celeberation it has been :))

[thesightstoshowyou]

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

           Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

             Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

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             “Put this on.”

             You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

             “What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

             “It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

             You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

             “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

             “Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

             What is it with Bo and fan belts?

             Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

             “Bo—

             “You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

             “Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

**

             You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

             You think you might be sick.

             As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

             You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

             “Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

             The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

             “Hey, sis. Just in time.”

             Sis, huh?

             “These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

             “Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

             “Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

             “Can do.”

             “Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

             “Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

             “Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

             If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

             “Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

             Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

             The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

**

             You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

             It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

             You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

             Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

             “You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.  

             “I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

             “Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

             “I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

             “No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

             “Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

             “Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

             “Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

             “Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

             “Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

             “Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

             “Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

             “You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

             “N-no, please, s—

             Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

             “I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

             Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

             “Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

             “I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

             “Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

             Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

             Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

             He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

             “Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

             And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

             “Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

             “Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.  

             “Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

             “You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

             “Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

             “Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

             In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

             “Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

             “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

             Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

             “Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

             You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

             “’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

             “Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

             His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

             “Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

             “Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

             “There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”  

             What a bastard.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax (2005) #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #n sfw #dubcon #bo just looks like he eats pussy #don't you agree? #swearing #alcohol use #death mention #violence #reader insert #my writing

[splendidly-secret-sick-fics]

That last fic was really sweet! Would you possibly be willing to do a continuation with BokuAka and KageHina perspectives? x

Why So Mean? 

Pairing: sick Kageyama, caretaker Hinata

Word Count: 5,625

Warnings: vomiting, swearing, meanie kageyama :(

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Hello hello! Long time no see :)

ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY I WILL DO THIS. You and another asked for this and I’m SO HYPE ABOUT IT. So thank you!! I’ll answer the other ask with the Akaashi part :)

My timeline w the Kuroo chapter (& most likely the Akaashi one once it’s fully written) do not line up with this one at all. Please just ignore that and pretend it all makes sense. Thank you much appreciated.

If you prefer reading on ao3, check it out here!

Kuroo Part

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Kageyama was being a jerk today.

Well...a bigger jerk than normal anyway.

Things were fine up until about the middle of afternoon practice. In fact, Kageyama was almost unnervingly nice to Hinata until that afternoon.

When Hinata woke him up, he didn’t grumble or swear at him (he was almost pleasant!). He pecked the top of Hinata’s head in a cute sleepy haze on his way to the bathroom (PDA? Even with the risk of someone catching them?!). He even let Hinata pick off his plate at breakfast (without smacking his hand away or swearing!).

However, something must have set his boyfriend off. He was being cold, ignoring Hinata’s complaints and questions. He was almost completely silent while they were playing. It was freaking Hinata out.

During their practice matches, Kageyama was consistently flawless as usual, Hinata was really on his game, and the other spikers were in good form as well. His foul mood couldn’t be because they weren’t playing well.

It also couldn’t be because anyone picked a fight with him either. Kageyama got along with most of the players at these training camps. He even did serve practice with some players from Shinzen and Ubugawa last night when Hinata went to practice with Bokuto and Kuroo.

So when Hinata couldn’t figure it out himself, he marched up to Kageyama during a water break and demanded to know what was wrong.

“Hey! What’s up with you today?”

“Hah?” Kageyama asked sharply, glaring down at Hinata.

“You’ve been really quiet for the last two hours and you’re being a butthead right now!” Hinata snapped back. He wasn’t backing down when he knew he was right. He knew something was bothering Kageyama. He just had to find out what it was and then he could try and make things better for him.

Kageyama blinked at him for a few seconds before his face melted into a deeper-than-normal- scowl. It was more...confused than angry though. Hinata thought that he was about to relent and finally tell him what was wrong.

Instead he scoffed and walked away.

Hinata’s jaw dropped as he watched his boyfriend walk away. How dare he?

He clenched his fists and scoffed as well.

For the rest of their practice matches, Hinata and Kageyama avoided any non-volleyball related interactions. However, by the end of their last game, Kageyama looked so pitiful that Hinata couldn’t find it in himself to be angry anymore.

Instead, he sat beside Kageyama who plopped himself heavily onto the floor as soon as they finished their penalty lap. He was leaning against the wall, panting.

Hinata turned his head to observe him. He was sweaty and breathless as to be expected. Hinata was also trying to catch his breath and wipe away the sweat before it dripped in his eyes. What was unexpected was the pale tint to his skin, probably barely noticeable to other people. But Hinata, who spent an exorbitant amount of time studying Kageyama’s face, noticed.

His eyes scanned Kageyama’s face and saw the near imperceptible blush rising to his cheeks as well. Was it from the running? Or…

Hinata’s hand moved towards Kageyama’s forehead but before he could touch it, Kageyama’s hand slapped it away.

“Ow! What the heck? That hurt, Yama!” Hinata cradled his hand against his chest.

“What are you doing, dumbass?” Kageyama snapped. Hinata took a moment to be utterly flabbergasted at the malice laced in the reply. It felt unwarranted, given that Hinata was a) his boyfriend and b) just trying to help.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re being such a freakin’ asshole today, Jerkyama,” he narrowed his eyes and glared up at Kageyama. The setter’s lip curled and he clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know why you’re so in my fucking face today, idiot,” Kageyama spit back so venomously that Hinata almost instinctively recoiled.

“Cause I know something is wrong and I don’t know why you’re hiding it from me!” Hinata yelled back. What the fuck was his problem?

Hinata could feel the eyes of his teammates on them now, probably wondering what was causing their dynamic duo to fight this time. Thankfully, they kept their distance. He knew they’d step in if they needed to, but he and Kageyama have gotten a lot better at resolving things themselves. (And that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they are secretly dating. Nope.)

“I don’t have to tell you everything. You’re not my mom,” Kageyama shrugged sharply. “Just back off okay? Fuck. You’re so clingy. Let me breathe,” he exhaled and turned his head away again.

The words cut through Hinata’s chest painfully.  He gaped at Kageyama for a moment before standing up quickly and glaring down at Kageyama.

“Fine. What the fuck ever, Shitty-yama. I don’t know what crawled up your ass today, but I’m sorry for caring. Come find me when you’ve got your shit together and you’re ready to be my boyfriend again,” Hinata seethed and walked away.

If Kageyama was going to be such a jerk, he would go practice with Kuroo and them again until Kageyama decided to not be a dick.

“Hinata,” Suga called out to him. Hinata inhaled and slowly turned to face his upperclassmen.

“Yeah?” He asked as calmly and normally as possible.

“Is everything alright? Looked like things got pretty intense. You guys haven’t fought like that in a while,” Suga asked and put a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. He squeezed, eyes wide and a concerned frown on his face and Hinata’s anger melted. They hadn’t officially come out as a couple to the team or anything yet, but it’s not like the team didn’t know how close the two were recently. Even if they believed it was only as friends.

“Yeah,” he huffed, “I don’t know. Something’s bothering him, but he won’t tell me. I almost thought for a second that he might be sick, but if he has enough energy to be such a huge buttwad, then that’s probably not what it is.” Suga nodded in understanding.

“Want me to keep an eye on him?”

Hinata peered over Suga’s shoulder to where Kageyama was still sitting. Yachi was sitting facing him on her knees, clearly trying to get him to talk to her. If he was responding, Hinata couldn’t tell. Kageyama’s knees held his knees to his chest, his head resting loosely on his arms. He was about to say yes, absolutely, please, until he remembered that they were just friends in the eyes of the team and he therefore had no reason to be as concerned as he was.

“Uh pft, what?” he tried to cover, “if you want--I mean--I don’t care--it’s not like we’re dating or anything. If he wants to be an idiot, that’s his problem.” Suga raised his eyebrows at him.

“I’ll have him practice setter switches with me then,” Suga said with a soft smile.

“Okay. If you want to… it might help him...,” Hinata replied, grateful that Suga wasn’t questioning his weird reaction. Suga ruffled his hair before prancing over to the rest of the team to coerce them into more practice.

Hinata inhaled slowly and exhaled away his frustration. Then he turned and skipped over to where Kenma and Kuroo were chatting quietly.

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata called and ran up to them, “are we practicing again today?? I want you to show me that cool wha-BAM block again!!” He jumped up and attempted to imitate Kuroo’s cool kill block.

“Shoyo, Kuro was actually just saying that he was—“ Kenma started. Hinata thought that Kenma almost looked worried about something? Kuroo cut him off before Hinata could figure it out.

“On my way to look for you Chib-chan!”

Hinata grinned at him. He loved practicing with such amazing players. He learned so much and it was a sure way to take his mind off his grumpy boyfriend for a few hours. Hopefully, by the time they met up for dinner, Kageyama would be in a less crappy mood.

“Let’s go grab something to eat and then we’ll round up the others,” Kuroo told him and Hinata nodded and ran off. Now that he knew Kuroo was coming, he should convince Tsukishima to join.

***

Extra practice was absolutely not going the way Hinata thought it would. In fact, it only reminded him about how completely useless he was trying to help Kageyama earlier that day. He was still completely useless. Tsukishima already yelled at him and Lev to be quiet.

“You’ve got a fever,” Akaashi said and Hinata’s anxiety spiked. Maybe Kageyama was sick after all. He might’ve caught whatever Kuroo had. And Hinata was such an asshole to him. He would have to apologize after they took care of the current situation.

Hinata watched helplessly as his upperclassmen slowly broke down, trying without success to think of some way to help. Akaashi and Bokuto seemed to have it covered, but Hinata was tired of feeling useless.

When Lev mentioned Kenma, Hinata was more than happy to retrieve the setter. He knew exactly where he should be too.

“Kenma!” Hinata yelled breathlessly as he entered the Nekoma sleeping quarters. He scanned the room for the familiar brown-blonde hair, ignoring the curious eyes of the other Nekoma members in the room. Kenma was nowhere to be found. He locked eyes with Inuoka who blinked at him in shock.

“Hinata? Is everything okay?” He stood up and crossed the room.

“Uh,” Hinata quieted down a little, he wasn’t stupid enough to blurt out the situation. That might only cause panic. “Kuroo-san is sick and I came to get Kenma.” Inuoka’s eyes widened.

“It hit Kuroo-san? Already? Damn,” Inuoka sighed, putting a hand on his forehead.

“What are you talking about?” Hinata asked.

“A few players from Shinzen and Ubugawa got a stomach bug. They just told Nobuyuki-san. He went to go talk with the rest of the captains and vice-captains about what to do. He took Yaku-san and they figured they’d just tell Kuroo when he got back. I guess he knows…” Inuoka explained and Hinata’s stomach dropped to his feet. Kageyama practiced with a bunch of Shinzen and Ubugawa players last night, so he most definitely was sick. Shit.

He wanted to run to find his boyfriend, but he had a job to do right now. He trusted his team to take care of things until he could find Kenma.

“Where’s Kenma?” Hinata pressed.

“He’s in the shower,” Inuoka said and Hinata cursed.

“Okay. Thanks, Inuoka!” he called as he sprinted towards the bathrooms.

Kenma was very unhappy with Hinata when he burst into the bathroom shouting his name and throwing the curtain open. After he explained the situation with Kuroo though, Kenma sighed and said he’d be right out. Hinata waited impatiently outside the bathroom for Kenma to finish. When Kenma emerged from the bathroom with his hair tied back and dripping and his Snorlax slippers adorning his feet, Hinata quickly led him to Gym Three.

“Kuroo- san! I found Kenma!” Hinata yelled as soon as they got there. Kenma immediately went over and took Akaashi’s place beside Kuroo.

Hinata watched for a little while, but when Kuroo started gagging more he remembered that his own boyfriend might be in a similar situation.

“Uh, I’m gonna—I’m gonna go,” he stuttered and ran out of the gym to find Kageyama.

He had no idea where his boyfriend might be at this point. Was he even sick? Was he angry at Hinata? If he was sick, would he still be in the gym anyway? It wouldn’t be surprising at all if he blatantly lied about being sick in order to keep practicing.

“Hinata!” Kiyoko ran up to him, “there you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you. I ran to Gym Three earlier, but as soon as I saw the situation and that you weren’t there, I just left. Please come with me,” she said quickly and turned back the direction she came from.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. Kiyoko looking for him so urgently couldn’t be anything good. She shook her head.

“Kageyama almost passed out while he and Sugawara were practicing, but he refuses to leave the gym.” Hinata’s chest squeezed. He was right. Kageyama was sick.

“What a freaking idiot,” he said, picking up his pace a little.

When he got to the gym, Kageyama was standing on the court, swaying on his feet. Yachi was hesitantly tossing balls up for him to set. Before each one, she tried to say something about how Kageyama should sit down, but Kageyama cut her off with a glare. Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Kinnoshita were all practicing half-heartedly, keeping an eye on their stubborn setter. Noya was the only one who looked angry. Hinata imagined that he tried to get Kageyama to leave and was quickly shut down.

“Where are Daichi and Suga?” Hinata asked Kiyoko. She shrugged.

“They were called away for some captain’s meeting.” Hinata nodded.

“Shinzen and Ubugawa players have a stomach bug. It’s probably about that.” Kiyoko’s eyes widened and she shot an anxious look in Kageyama’s direction. Hinata grimaced and steeled himself.

“Hey! Bakayama!” Hinata shouted and the ball Yachi tossed fell to the ground untouched. Kageyama turned to him and Hinata gasped.

He was paler than earlier, almost ashen, and positively dripping in sweat. Hinata’s feet carried him over to his idiotic boyfriend and he immediately cupped his flushed cheeks. His fever was immediately evident. Kageyama registered the movement a little too slowly (incredibly concerning) and grabbed Hinata's wrists and weakly tried to pull his hands off his face.

“Stop. You have a fever. You need to go to bed.” Hinata said, not leaving any room for an argument.

Of course, that didn’t stop Kageyama.

“I’m fine,” he said. The crack and complete lack of bite in his voice made the statement incredibly unconvincing. Hinata pursed his lips and dropped his hands.

“Fine. Let’s do some passing drills then,” he shrugged and walked over to Yachi to get a ball.

“Hinata, I don’t know if that’s the bes--” Yachi started.

“Get a bucket and some water ready.” Hinata cut her off with a whisper. Her mouth immediately dropped into a frown, her eyes wide, but she nodded and ran to the store room.

“Fine. You suck anyway,” Kageyama muttered. He moved into position.

They started passing and things were going smoothly for the first few minutes. As time passed, however, it was more than clear that Kageyama was unwell. There was an obvious sway to his stance, and he was panting even though they’d only been at it for a few minutes. Hinata was uncomfortable with putting his boyfriend through all this, but if the idiot wasn’t going to admit he was sick, there wasn’t anything else he could do.

Without realizing it, Hinata let out his frustration on the ball and spiked it down. Kageyama jumped to try and reach it when it bounced back up, but just barely touched it. When his feet slammed back onto the floor, his legs gave out and he fell to his hands and knees. Yachi and the remaining Karasuno players gasped and tried to run to his side, but Hinata beat them to it.

“Kageyama!” Hinata ran over to him. He swiped back his sweaty hair and cringed at the heat he felt.

“That was a shit move, boke,” Kageyama wheezed.

“I didn’t mean to spike it, really, I was just so frustrated because you’re being so unnecessarily stubborn about this. You’re clearly sick, idiot.” Hinata replied. He couldn’t keep the concern out of his voice. Kageyama seemed way worse off than Kuroo.

Kageyama thought about his words for a second before he looked at the floor and nodded. Hinata sighed in relief.

“Can I take you to bed?” Kageyama met his eyes. Hinata frowned. Kageyama’s eyes were fever-bright and glassy (Hinata secretly thought it made the blue of his eyes even more beautiful, but he kept that to himself. For now, at least).

“Please,” Kageyama croaked. His bottom lip trembled and if there weren’t other people around, he would’ve kissed Kageyama’s sweaty forehead.

Instead, he stood up, extending a hand down to Kageyama. The setter took his hand and Hinata helped him stand slowly and carefully. As soon as he was upright, Hinata pulled one of Kageyama’s arms around his shoulder and wrapped his own around his boyfriend’s waist. Kageyama leaned a little too heavily on Hinata.

Hinata bit his lip. If Kageyama did catch the same bug, he needed to get him somewhere away from people sooner rather than later. It was unlikely that Kageyama would be okay spewing his guts up in front of everyone.

“Here, I’ll help,” Yamaguchi said and Hinata shook his head before he could make his way over to them.

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to catch this,” Hinata said and sent Yamaguchi a grateful smile. Yamaguchi nodded and took the bucket and water from Yachi.

“I’ll follow you. I want to find Tsukki anyway.”

They made it about 3 feet out of the gym before Kageyama pushed himself away from Hinata and careened off to the side. He put a hand on the wall and doubled over with a painful sounding wretch.

“Crap,” Hinata muttered and grabbed the bucket from Yamaguchi. He walked over to Kageyama and put it down in front of him and put a hand on his hunched back. A second later, he heaved again unsuccessfully.

“Can I do anything?” Yamaguchi asked. Hinata glanced at Kageyama’s scrunched up face and watched his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He turned back to Yamaguchi and shook his head, sending him another thankful smile.

“It’s okay. I got this,” Hinata said. Yamaguchi hesitated, but nodded and placed the water bottle on the ground before turning and walking away.

“Relax, Yama,” Hinata soothed.

“Go’way,” Kageyama replied. Hinata for the umpteenth time that day, took a second to compute his boyfriend’s response.

“As if, stupid. It’s fine. It’s not like you haven’t seen me puke.”

“That’s not,” he hiccuped, “that’s not it.” Kageyama said.

Hinata stared at him for a second and tried not to be hurt by thoughts that hadn’t yet been voiced.

“...you’d rather be alone?” he asked softly. Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes big and his mouth in a tight line, but an apologetic look on his face. He nodded. Hinata tucked his lips into his mouth and took his hand off his back.

“I’ll just be over there then,” he chuckled pathetically. If Kageyama didn’t want him around, it didn’t mean that he didn’t love him or trust him, Hinata tried to remind himself. It was just a preference. This was a new situation for them as a couple and Hinata had to remember that he was still learning things about his boyfriend.

“Hina—“ Kageyama tried, but was cut off by another gag. It was wet and gurgling.

“It’s okay, Yama! I know it’s not cause you don’t love me. It’s fine. Come get me when you’re ready,” Hinata assured and walked around the corner of the gym.

He sat down against the wall and took a breath. It was stupid for him to feel so hurt. The only reason he was this upset was because they fought earlier and never really made up.

Around the corner, Kageyama gagged harshly and Hinata winced. He resisted the urge to run around the corner and help.

For the next several minutes, Hinata sat by helplessly, uselessly, and listened to Kageyama wretch and gag and hiccup and gasp unproductively.

Finally, a harsh cough brought with it the sounds of vomit hitting plastic and Hinata felt some relief on behalf of his sickly boyfriend.

From there, it was almost like someone turned on the faucet. Hinata winced everytime Kageyama heaved. He was about to run to Kageyama, whether the setter wanted that or not.

“Sh-Shoyo,” he heard Kageyama whimper and with that Hinata’s resolve to sit by patiently broke and he got up and sprinted the short distance back to his boyfriend.

Kageyama was squatting with the bucket between his legs and his head in his hands, panting.

“Yama,” Hinata said at the same time that his heart broke. He knelt by Kageyama.

“Hey, I’m here. What do you need? Want me to rub your back? Want some water? I can tie back your hair or —“

“Sho, please,” Kageyama breathed. He looked at Hinata with the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes and the cutest, smallest, most adorably pitiful frown.

“Please jus’ shuddup ‘n hold m’hand,” he said and held out a hand. Hinata gladly took it and squeezed. Kageyama’s shoulders relaxed briefly before jumping back up by his ears when he heaved.

Hinata sat by quietly while Kageyama continued to throw up seemingly everything he’s ever eaten. He wanted to do more, but didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and make Kageyama uncomfortable. Just being able to offer even the most minute bit of comfort to Kageyama made him less anxious. He hoped Kageyama felt the same way.

Kageyama spit in the bucket and breathed heavily.

“Water?” He choked. Hinata nodded eagerly and handed him the water Yachi brought him. Kageyama used it to rinse his mouth out first and then fell onto his butt and took a few more sips, opting to sit cross-legged against the gym wall.

Hinata fiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out what to do with them now that he wasn’t holding Kageyama’s hand anymore. He decided to move the bucket away and await further instruction.

Kageyama looked...bad. And it made Hinata’s whole body twitch. He’d never seen Kageyama like this, weak and sweaty and vulnerable. On the one hand, he was glad that Kageyama trusted him. On the other, it hurt his chest to see the guy he loved in such a state.

A quiet sob broke him out of his thoughts and his head shot up to look at Kageyama.

“Yama?”

Kageyama shook his head and brought his arms up to cover his face. Hinata crawled over to him and waited for him to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Hinata,” he whimpered behind his arms. Hinata’s face softened.

“It’s alright.”

“No,” Kageyama said quickly, dropping his arms and meeting Hinata’s eyes. He was flushed, pale and sweaty, his hair matted and sticking up in all directions. Hinata smiled at him sympathetically.

“It’s not alright, Hinata. I-I was such an ass-asshole,” he wheezed between sobs. Hinata bit his lip.

“And you were on-only trying to h-help, and I was so mean!” He cried, his chest heaving. “You should break up with me.” Hinata furrowed his eyebrows and widened his eyes. How did he fall for such a freaking drama Queen?

He threw his head back and sighed, “Kageyama.”

“Don’t forgive me, Hinata! You’re not clingy! I’m sorry,” the setter continued to cry. His raspy breaths and choked sobs were quickly devolving. Hinata could see where this was going. He felt bad because Kageyama was probably way too out of it to realize that he was working himself up.

“Yama, please listen to me for a second you big idiot,” Hinata tried again. Kageyama continued to sob, hiccups sprinkling themselves in now.

Hinata needed to calm him down. Could he touch him now? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to make Kageyama more uncomfortable.

Kageyama made up Hinata’s mind for him when he lurched forward with a dry heave. He planted a hand on the ground in front of him but his whole arm was trembling. Hinata wrapped his arm around Kageyama’s heaving chest quickly to keep him upright.

“Tobio, calm down. Breathe,” Hinata soothed. Even he was surprised, but very proud, at how calmly he was handling everything. He’d brag to Kageyama about it when he was feeling better.

Kageyama shook his head quickly, eyes squeezed shut and dry heaved again.

“There’s nothing left, Yama,” Hinata tried to reason. He used his free hand to rub gently between Kageyama’s shoulder blades.

Kageyama grabbed Hinata’s arm around his chest and squeezed. His body continued to betray him and after a few more heave, he choked on a small stream of bile onto his legs.

Hinata cursed and pulled Kageyama up to a standing position. It only served to aggravate his stomach more and he belched up a larger wave. At least this time he didn’t get it on himself.

He kept an arm firmly across Kageyama’s chest and the setter leaned heavily into Hinata. It was concerning to say the least. His throat gurgled before more bile spilled from his mouth.

“Kageyama, hey. Breathe,” Hinata said more urgently.

“Hinata!” Suga called and Hinata’s head snapped towards his upperclassmen. Suga was jogging towards them with a few medical masks in hand.

“Shit, it hit him hard, huh?” He winced.

“Yeah,” Hinata replied with a grimace. Kageyama gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and spit before moaning pitifully.

Hinata, getting past his own disgust, used the end of his own gosh dang shirt and wiped off Kageyama’s mouth. His boyfriend’s lip trembled when he made eye contact with him and Hinata’s mouth quirked up in sympathy.

“You’re okay,” he said. Kageyama turned and wrapped his arms around Hinata’s head and collapsed onto him in a heavy hug. On instinct, Hinata’s arms snaked around Kageyama’s waist.

Hinata managed to bring his face out of Kageyama’s chest and found Suga again. The older setter had an eyebrow raised and subtle smirk on his lips.

“Seems you guys made up,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” Hinata blushed, “is there somewhere he can rest?” Suga chuckled.

“Yeah. Come on. They’ve set up a room for the fallen,” he joked. “Do you need help?”

“Uh,” he glanced at the giant buried in his neck and smiled softly.

“Nah. I got it. Just lead the way.” He said and maneuvered Kageyama onto his back.

“Try to keep your insides inside for a bit, okay, Bakageyama?” Hinata teased. Kageyama just groaned and nuzzled further into Hinata’s neck.

Suga covered his own face with a medical mask before handing one to Hinata. Then he led them to a classroom set up for the sickies. While they were walking, Kageyama whispered repeated and delirious apologies to Hinata.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Hinata insisted after a bit, “I was a jerk too. I’m sorry. I just wanted to help. It was stupid of me to think I could fix everything if you just told me what was wrong.”

“I should’ve just told you,” Kageyama replied quietly.

“Yeah probably,” Hinata shrugged as best he could, “but this is new for us. We’ll figure it out.”

“Still. I was so mean,” Kageyama mumbled into Hinata’s neck.

“I’m not mad,” Hinata reassured. He looked ahead at Suga who was very obviously trying not to listen.

“You should be.”

“You’re sick, Yama. It’s no surprise that you’re grumpier than usual. I’m just grateful you’re letting me help you now.”

“I don’t want anyone else to help me,” Kageyama admitted. Hinata’s chest warmed.

“It’s you and me, then.” He smiled. Kageyama nodded.

When they finally made it to the Designated Sick Room, Suga left the room to tell Daichi what was going on while Hinata took Kageyama to a corner futon away from the majority of the others.

“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a bit, okay?” He said once he was satisfied that Kageyama was sufficiently comfortable. Kageyama nodded and turned onto his side and shivered. Hinata frowned. He didn’t want to leave his boyfriend, but he didn’t want to stay in that nasty, germ-filled room longer than necessary.

He turned to leave, resisting the urge to give Kageyama a quick kiss. Right before he stepped out of the room, Suga stopped him with a hand in his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, one hand still up to stop Hinata and the other on his cocked hip.

Hinata raised an eyebrow and said, “I’m going back to practice?”

“As if,” Suga scoffed before noticing Hinata’s confusion at the response.

“Hinata,” he sighed and turned away, “listen,” he met Hinata’s eyes, “we were trying to wait for you guys to be comfortable enough to tell us yourselves, but we all know you and Kageyama are dating.”

Hinata blinked up at him. Suga’s hidden meaning was not immediately apparent to him, but eventually he realized what his upperclassman was implying and he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“What— no— I mean we don’t— I don’t—“

“Cut the crap, Hinata,” Suga chuckled, a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow telling the middle blocker that there was no getting out of this one. He immediately deflated and dropped his head and shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

“How’d you guys find out?”

“For real?? It’s not like you guys were subtle at all!” Suga laughed fully this time. “You’ve been fighting less and you stare at each other all the time. Also, take it from me, the storage closets are not as private as you may think.”

Hinata flushed in embarrassment again. No way could he meet Suga’s eyes right now.

“Now. Get back in there. If Kageyama is sick, there’s no way you’re not at least carrying his germs.” Suga pushed Hinata gently back into the Sick Room, despite his many sputtering attempts at protesting.

Kageyama’s bleary eyes peeked up at Hinata in confusion when he unceremoniously plopped down beside his sick boyfriends. He huffed sharply and crossed his arms, pouting.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be in here. You’ll get sick,” he mumbled groggily. Hinata let out an exasperated sigh.

“Apparently,” he drawled out, “we aren’t as good at hiding as we thought so there’s ‘no way’ I’m not carrying your germs. Suga’s making me stay here.”

“Wha—“ Kageyama’s eyebrows squished together cutely while his foggy brain tried to interpret what Hinata said. As soon as he did, his already flushed cheeks deepened in color before he quickly buried his face in his pillow.

“Stupid, Shoyo,” came the muffled insult, “you’re too obnoxious.”

“Me?” Hinata gasped, a hand flying to his chest and his eyes widening. “You’re the one that insists we make out in the storage closet!” Kageyama turned his head and frowned up at Hinata.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, “I just really like you. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t feel good.” Hinata’s heart constricted from the sheer adorableness behind Kageyama’s wide glassy eyes and tiny little pout.

“Gah,” he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped at his chest. “You’re so freaking cute, Yamayama. I’m sorry! You’re right! It’s my fault.” To show his remorse, Hinata flopped onto his boyfriend and snuggled into him.

“Ah! Shoyo, stop! We’re in public, dumbass,” Kageyama cried through giggles. Hinata laughed and peered up at Kageyama with a smile. He pecked his flushed cheek and sat up.

“Guess since everyone knows, you’re really stuck with me, Yama,” he sing-songed. Kageyama smiled up at him softly.

“Good. Now let me sleep.” He rolled over and Hinata settled himself against the wall beside his head.

“Sure. I’ll be here in case you need to puke again. Let me know if you feel bad and I can get you some medicine or some water. Or hey! If you feel up to munching on something, I can run to the vending machines and—“

“Shoyo?”

“Hmmm?”

“Please just shut up and hold my hand.” Kageyama snaked one hand out from under his blanket and Hinata took it in his own as a smile tugged at his cheeks.

#haikyuu sickfic #haikyuu!! #hq!! #kagehina #sick kageyama #caretaker hinata #kegayama tobio #hinata shoyo #my fics

[rebellconquerer]

“It’s really not that complicated.”

For Sarah and Sam

Another prompt fill. Will be crossposted to AO3. And to the anon that sent in the request today, yes! My inbox is still and always open for more.

Sarah sighs to herself, digging even further into the bottom of her bag. She knows she has it somewhere. It lives in her handbag during the summer for just this reason.

“Hey mom, can we go into Crescent City Comic? Please?” AJ asks from somewhere along her right side.

She knows the damn fan is in there. Lipstick, chapstick, book, ah! She pulls her hand out and gives a frustrated huff. Old papers, still not the fan.

“Mom?”

“Huh? Um, yeah, sure. Don’t wander off from there though, you hear me? You either stay there or come right back,” she’s all but yelling at his retreating back as he runs the half block towards the store, holding his brother’s hand and dodging in between the crowd of people on the streets.

Sarah shakes her head smiling to herself as her hand finally, mercifully brushes against her fan. She lets out a small sound of success as she pulls it out of the bag, unhooks it and starts fanning herself. The gentle wind, even if it is as muggy as the rest of the mid morning heat, is a welcome reprieve. She turns back to the vendors lining the street, fanning herself slowly as she surveys the various bits of jewelry on display, in the market for a new set of earrings perhaps.

She’d all but dragged the lot of them out to the La Gente music and street festival in the Lower Garden this morning. Sam and Bucky had come back from their last trek to DC almost a day ago in a foul mood. She isn’t exactly sure what happened but from what she has gathered they had a mission go bad, monumentally so, and when they came back there had been insinuations that it was because Jame- Bucky was leaking information, like a double agent or whatever. Utterly ridiculous. Sam said Bucky responded very calmly to the allegation. Sam had not.

It had kind of surprised her that Bucky had come back with Sam in the first place. She’s gotten more used to him being around but it tends to be for a specific event or before they go out for work, not after. But even with her limited knowledge of him, just looking at him when they arrived Sarah could tell he was… upset. Something about the calmness and stillness he carried in his frame that was just… not right. Her brother had done the right thing bringing him home and she’s kinda glad Bucky had let himself be brought back to Louisiana.

She shakes her head, moving away from the stall, she should probably not have him on her mind as much as she does but… there is just something about him, something behind his eyes that tells you there is so much more going on than just what you see.

‘And there is a lot to see’ a voice that sounds suspiciously like her best friend’s whispers in the back of her head, so of course, that’s when she notices him across the street.

He’s standing by three ancient-looking old men and one very smitten looking teenager. Sarah laughs, she can’t blame the teen. James wears henleys very well and this dark grey one is no exception. Plus he has the buttons around the neck unbuttoned just enough so that you can see a glint of his dog tags when he moves… yeah, Sarah pities the poor girl.

Sarah very deliberately does not go to him (she’s an adult, she does not get crushes on her big brother’s friends anymore) and heads to the fruit stall next to where he’s standing. She catches a little snippet of the conversation before the band starts up and has to ignore the little flip her heart does because he’s speaking fluent Spanish to his old people group and the words sound mouth-watering on his tongue.

She shakes her head a little violently, returning her focus to picking out ripe fruits. She is not interested.

Guajira, I love you too much

Guajira, I love you too much

“What you up to, sis?” Sam asks, out of nowhere. Only years of being a mother to tiny humans with quiet steps keep her from jumping.

“What does it look like, smart ass?” she replies, yelling just a bit to be heard over the band.

Sam frowns as he watches her pick out mangoes. “I don’t like mangoes,” he tells her like she doesn’t already know.

“These aren’t for you. AJ loves them, as does Cass. And I cook with them sometimes.” she says, picking out four and twirling the bag closed, the beat of the music is infectious as she begins to sway.

“Then why not get more?” Sam asks, poking at the nearest, clearly unripe mango. He’s such a child.

“They are almost 5 dollars for one. Too expensive.”

Sam scoffs. “Everything is negotiable.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. Her brother always thinks he knows best. This wasn’t a pop-up. She knew this stand. “Mr Gonzalez would negotiate, but his daughter, Benita, is a hard ass. I’ve never gotten her to sell anything for a cent less than advertised.” Sarah finishes pointing at the woman in question.

Oye Guajira, so nice to meet ya

Next time I see ya, we gon’ roll some reefer

Sam does a little salsa two-step and a spin, grabbing her bag of mangoes from her hand. “Let’s see shall we?” he says, plastering on a ridiculous smile and walking into the store.

Sarah huffs out a laugh crossing her arms as she watches Sam sidle up to Benita.

“Why does he look like he’s up to something?” Jam- Bucky asks from beside her. She doesn’t look over at him.

“That’s how he always looks, his face has been stuck like that since we were kids. I told him it would happen,” she mutters mostly to get a laugh out of James. It works, the sound sending a pleasant warmth rolling down her spine.

She risks a glance over at him, and with the smile on his face, it’s dangerous.

“You left your friends behind? Are they all actually your age?” she asks, gesturing to his little old people group still standing a ways behind them with her chin.

He glances over his shoulder at them. “Hey it’s not my fault no one in the younger age group seems to know anything about baseball,” he replies. “Gotta take good conversation where I can get it.”

“Oh it must be so hard for you, poor baby.” she teases.

His eyes meet hers with a small smirk “Easier when I’m with you.” he replies lightly.

Sarah’s grin widens as she tries not to let him get to her head.

“Quite the silver tongue James- sorry. I mean Bucky!” She corrects almost immediately, feeling her face heat up. God, she can’t even get his name right, she clearly shouldn’t be flirting with him.

But he only laughs.

“You always seem to prefer James,” he states with a hint of question in his tone.

She shrugs, the embarrassment still making her feel a little off-kilter. “It’s a nice name, but I know you prefer Bucky.”

His smile gets real. “No one’s really called me James outside of my family, and that was a long time ago,” he says, eyes going distant and unfocused for a minute before he looks back over at her. “But if you like James, you should call me that.”

She has never been more grateful for her dark complexion and inability to turn red as she is at this moment. “No- no I couldn’t. You prefer Bu-”

“It sounds good coming from you. I like it,” he says with finality, that life-altering, heart-stopping smirk back on his face and honestly what can she do but smile back at him?

Brother, it’s true, no doubt she’s flawless

Her love’s a drug, she was getting me yo

“I told you, I’d get it done. Does your big brother keep his promises or what?” Sam says, interrupting their gazing and their smiling.

She looks over to him, pushing the dazed smile off her face.

“4 mangoes for ten dollars, a permanent 10% off produce for the restaurant and-” Sam says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket with a flourish. “Her number.”

Sarah stares in astonishment. “How the hell did you do that, Sam?”

He shrugs, lips twitching as he fights the smile forcing its way onto his face. “It’s really not that complicated, Sarah. I am very good looking,” he says, finally giving in to that gap-toothed smile.

Both her and James groan dramatically, turning to walk away from him.

“Great, he’ll be insufferable now.” James whispers, ducking in close to her, his proximity dizzying.

She laughs as Sam overtakes them, salsa-ing ridiculously by himself as he walks in front of them and singing along with the band.

“Guajira, I love you too much”

#rebellwrites #bucky/sarah #bucky x sarah #fleur de louve #bucky barnes #sam wilson #barah #bucky x sarah fic