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Teacher - Chapter III

Frank Castle x Inexperienced F!Reader

Summary: Frank invites you to hang out with him at a bar on the outskirts of town. After some good food, and lots of teasing, you get invited back to his place to take care of the problem you caused him.

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of drinking and smoking, cursing, grinding, detailed handjob sorry, slight praise kink

Author's Note: I am so incredibly sorry for how long it took for this chapter to come out!! I had a lot of life issues that delayed this, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out so please accept this super long chapter as my apology/holiday gift!! And if you want to be added to the tag list just let me know. As always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :) Leave a comment or shoot me an ask!! I'd love to hear what you think!

Word Count: 9k

Previous Chapters: I, II

“So I was thinkin’… Said you didn’t get many experiences even after high school, right?” Frank asks. His voice slightly muffled through the phone, which is wedged between your ear and your shoulder as you drag the spatula over the food you’re cooking on the stove. He had randomly rang you out of the blue and, after attempting to control your breathing, you answered the call. This was what he chose to greet you with and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t confused by the topic of conversation.

“Good morning to you too,” you tease, the food sizzling as you flip it in the pan. “But no, I haven’t. Why? What’s up?” you question.

“There’s this bar on the edge of town,” he begins his offer. “Little bit of a drive but they got good food,” he explains.

“Tempting…” you trail off, trying not to immediately agree just because it’s Frank. “Who all is coming?”

“Just me,” he replies. “That alright?”

“Yeah!” Your answer is too loud and far too fast to be playing it cool. After cursing yourself mentally, you try again. “Yeah, I was just wondering if it was a whole… get-together thing.” Your voice grows quiet at the end, not wanting to plant the idea in his head that you’d prefer it if there were more people.

Honestly, you were surprised he was reaching out this soon after the bonfire. It was one of the best nights of your life. Whenever you think about it, there’s this warmth that rushes through you; you’re not sure if the heat was from the big flames or his strong chest you laid against all night.

“Nah, just me. Just thought it would be somethin’ you might like,” you push the spatula around in the teflon pan as he speaks. “Plus it’s another thing off the list, right?”

“Yeah, it is! Thanks, Frank,” you say cheerily as you turn the burner off and open the cupboards to grab two plates.

“No problem, kid. Just thought about you, y’know?” You sink your teeth in your lower lip to calm yourself down before another thought comes to mind.

“Oh! When are we going?”

“Tonight,” he answers nonchalantly and your eyes grow wide. “If you’re free.”

You seriously weren’t expecting him to want to see you only two days since you two were last together. In your head, Frank is so calm and collected and you’re practically certain that this… thing you two have going on isn’t as big of a deal to him as it is to you. Still, you try not to question too much why he actually seems to enjoy having you around. Instead, you decide to just take the good as it comes.

“I am, I can do tonight. But I’m not sure I have something to wear. Is it like a club? Should I dress up or is it more jeans and—?” You don’t even realize when your voice picks up in speed and the questions fly out faster than you intend for them to, but Frank is quick to center you out of the beginning of your spiral.

“Just wear somethin’ cute, alright? I’ve seen some of your outfits, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.” You bite the inside of your cheek at his comment and inhale deeply before sighing. “I’ll pick you up at six, okay?” You hum an agreement as he confirms the time and say a goodbye before hanging up.

As you pull the phone away from your ear, you see an incoming text from your best friend drop down from the top of the screen.

“I’m two minutes away! I can’t wait to hear everything.”

That night when you got home from the bonfire, she had sent many texts in hopes of finding out the reasoning behind the newfound closeness between you and Frank. In your exhausted and slightly inebriated state, you told her that you would have her over Saturday morning to explain it all to her. You were much too tired to string the words together and you also know how she can tend to put her own emotions onto words; the last thing you needed was for her to hear the little arrangement you and Frank have and blow it out of proportion.

You set the table as you wait for her, making sure to leave a mug beside her plate for her tea that tends to be the staple of her breakfast. By the time the food is divvied up for each of you, there’s an impatient knock at the door. You shake your head with a smile as you open the door and she’s pushing past you as the questions immediately begin to roll off her tongue.

After guiding her to the small dining table in the kitchen, you watch her sit down and her eyes never stray from you. Her voice continues to fill the air as she talks over herself; there’s no distinct end to one sentence and the beginning of the next. By the time you’re sitting beside her and about to dig into your meal she finally covers her mouth, stopping all the enthusiastic queries she desperately wants to know.

“I’m gonna let you talk,” she mumbles behind her palms. You laugh at her attempts to force herself to be quiet and pick up a forkful of your food.

“I promise you it’s not as exciting as you think it is,” you warn her before popping the food in your mouth.

You start at the beginning—trying to skim over the details of your not-so-controlled crush on Frank as well as the more heated parts of the things you two have done together. Excited gasps fill the space surrounding the dining table and you watch as her eyes go wide when you mention it was his idea. Her mouth gets the better of her though and she begins to ask more questions while you speak. You make sure to answer all of them in time, save for a few chuckles here and there, before finishing your last bite.

“I actually have a question for you now,” you start again, watching as confusion washes over her features. “Frank called me this morning and he wants to take me out to this bar he likes. I just don’t know what to wear and I was hoping… you could help me?” You hesitantly look up to face her and you’re met with a beaming grin.

“Is this a date?! Is this the first one? Are you going back to his place after?” You shake your head once again as the sudden influx of questions fill the air.

“No, it’s not a date. I mean… I don’t think it is?” you let your thought process be shown aloud and watch as her giddy expression comes back to the surface. “It’s not! We’re just friends and he’s doing me a favor. I’m sure of it.” You decide then and there that you can’t afford to hold out hope and expect more than what he’s given you—which is already so much.

She raises her eyebrows up from behind the rim of her mug and you scoff at her knowing look. You brush your hand through your hair and try your hardest to not let your anxiety creep in about the idea of being on a proper date with Frank Castle.

And so together the two of you spend the afternoon diving through your closet together for something that could fit. It felt similar to a movie montage where the teenage girls toss different colorful fabrics through the air. With a growing pile on the floor of your bedroom, she gasps once you stand in the completed outfit.

“That’s the one!” she says excitedly before tugging you towards the bathroom. “Time for makeup!” She eagerly pats for you to sit on the counter while searching through your, admittedly limited, makeup bag. Doing the best with what she’s got, she gets to work on the eyeshadows and blush, finishing up with a curl of your eyelashes and combing mascara through them. You always loved how focused she got when it was time for something special; her tongue pokes past her lips as she concentrates, her eyes squinting to get the very last detail to sit right.

Once she’s satisfied, she spins you around to see yourself in the mirror and you’re actually surprised at how nice it all came together. You’re wearing an oversized, comfy jumper, tights that line your legs, and a black skirt that accentuates your frame. It’s not too fancy, but the black tights make your outfit more sleek and you silently hope that Frank will like it. As you fluff your hair up to give it some more volume, you thank her behind a wide smile.

A buzz of excitement rushes through you as you wait by the front door and hear the heavy revving from the engine of Frank’s van. You physically shake your arms in an attempt to let go of some of the nerves that built up and your friend gives you a quick hug.

“You got it, baby!” she encourages sweetly. “Have fun!” she calls out as you slip past the door. Making your way down your porch steps, you hear her shout something else from behind you. “Don’t do anything stupid!”

You chuckle at her warnings and make your way to the big, black van. You open the door and find Frank sitting with his elbow on his armrest and his head in his palm as he turns to face you. You stand there for a moment and await his initial reaction to your outfit. His eyes widen slightly before they rake over your boy, his lips parting as he takes it all in.

He brushes his thumb along the defined line of his jaw before sinking his teeth into his lower lip. His eyes settle on the small slit of the skirt that rests high on your thigh. There’s a pause for a moment before he finally speaks up.

“Told you you’d find somethin’ cute.” He fixes his posture and gives you a smile as you roll your eyes and sit in the passenger seat. Being with him felt easy now—of course there’s still the butterflies, which you’re expecting to make a permanent home in your stomach any day now, but it’s mostly when you’re about to see him. When you’re actually in his presence, it all fades away and you love how comfortable he makes you feel.

If you had told yourself a few weeks ago that you’d be on a half hour car ride with Frank Castle to the outskirts of town, she probably would’ve brushed it off as some sick joke. But here you are, sitting beside him and watching as he flips through radio stations until he settles on a classic rock song. You enjoyed getting to discover little pieces of him the more time you spent with him.

As he drives under the lamp posts longing the winding roads, you watch as the passing lights illuminate his face before it’s cloaked in shadows of the night once again. Each time you move underneath them, light showcases his features in a warm glow for mere moments at a time. You think your new favorite thing might be when the gleam seeps into the small dip in the bridge of his nose. That small highlight makes you smile and he catches it as he turns to look at you once you’re stopped at a red light.

“What is it?” he questions, his eyes squinting slightly as he looks at you. With a shake of your head, you face back to the light strung up in the air. His gaze doesn’t leave the side of your face though, and you know he’ll want an answer.

“This is just nice,” you shrug your shoulders. “Thank you for thinking of me,” you add. You want to make sure he knew how happy you were to be doing this, despite your quiet nature due to your fear of somehow screwing this up with your words.

“Haven’t even done anything,” he laughs softly.

“Well, I’m still enjoying myself,” you reply in a gentle tone. Frank doesn’t say anything more as he continues to look at you. The light changes and a green glow washes over your face, queuing him to face the open road once again. You glance down as his hand moves to the gear shift, trying not to focus too long on how the veins in his hand are accentuated as he curls his fingers around the knob.

Frank speaks up again after a moment and you quickly recenter your attention. He engages you in some light conversation and pretty soon you’re laughing along to his comedic storytelling. You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until he’s put the car in park and turns the key off in the ignition. Looking out from behind the glass in front of you, you see the neon lights surrounding the big, bold letters of the name of the bar. It shines brightly in the night sky and acts as a small beacon in the dark parking lot.

You look up at the sound of the driver side door closing and realize Frank has left the car. You reach for your bag that’s resting on the floor between your feet and by the time you move for the handle, he’s opening your door for you. It’s the first time you’re able to truly take him in. He’s wearing a pair of nicely fitting blue jeans and a grey jacket, complete with the black boots you’ve never seen him without. You can’t tell what he’s wearing under the thick material that conceals his chest though, and you find yourself hoping it’s something tighter and hugs his torso.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod in response. “Alright, watch your step,” he warns and you feel his hand bracing your upper arm as you hop out from the slightly lifted van. Once you’re secure on the ground, the two of you begin making your way towards the entrance. As you pass by the cars parked in organized rows under dim lamplights, you begin to make out the few scattered people smoking and even spot a couple sharing a cigarette just outside the main doors.

Once inside the building, he shrugs off the jacket and you can finally piece together his outfit. Frank’s broad shoulders stretch the fabric of the dark blue button up shirt. It’s tucked into his denim pants and secured with a black belt. He fits the attire of everyone else here in the bar, but still stands over a head taller than the rest—not to mention infinitely more attractive. You try desperately to rip your eyes away from him, and in doing so, take in the scenery of the pub.

The bar is crowded but not so occupied that you can’t move. The loud, overlapping voices meld to create a soft droning that accompanies the background. It doesn’t stand a chance to the band though, whose loud amplifiers cause a shake in your chest with each note they strum. Polished wood lines the walls and there’s photographs of smiling people decorating them, forever cherished behind glass frames. It feels oddly homey, admittedly impressive for a place you’ve never stepped foot into before tonight.

You accidentally bump into Frank and he steadies you with his large hands on your waist. He’s staring down at you with a subtle smile on his face. He begins to talk but you don’t have the slightest clue what he’s saying; the song that’s playing is far too loud to hear the lower tone of his voice. Shaking your head with a frown, you let him know you can’t understand him and his smile grows wider. He then leans down, his fingers brushing your hair away from your ear before he speaks.

“Asked if you wanted to eat,” he starts, his breath immediately warming the side of your neck. With just those few words, it feels like all the other noise falls away. All you can focus on is the rumble in his voice and how the words feel as if they dance down your spine. “I’m starving,” he adds, and you’re certain your new headspace gave his words a different context than he intended.

He pulls away for your response and all you can muster up is a slow blink and a delayed nod. There’s no cocky smirk at your expression and you wonder if maybe he decided to spare you the embarrassment this time. He promptly turns and you fall in line beside him, letting him guide you around the crowd. His palm finds its way to your lower back as he leads you and just like that, your heart picks up in pace once more.

You’ve only seen the same small movement depicted in movies and you can now safely say that experiencing it is so much more exhilarating. Part of you is frustrated that such an insignificant touch can make you this excited, but Frank’s charm has a tremendous effect on you. Still, you tell yourself it’s the anticipation of his hand being elsewhere on your body that riles you up.

His hand stays put until the two of you reach a booth lining the back wall. There’s a small lamp that bathes the whole table in a warm glow and you and Frank place your things down before sliding into the long seats. As you stare at him from across the table, you watch as his eyes scan the crowd and then the main stage as he focuses on the band. They’re currently playing a cover of a classic rock song and Frank smiles as he nods his head to the music.

“This place is nice,” you raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music. He turns to face you and his smile grows wider.

“Yeah? You like it?” His question is accompanied by your own nod and he continues. “I’m sure there’s fancier ones close to town, but I’ve been coming here for years and they’ve always been good.”

He raises his hand in the air, tilting his head up and leaning to the side as if to catch someone’s attention. You follow his line of sight and look over your shoulder to see a woman with a black apron tied around her waist. She looks slightly past you as a grin covers her face and walks over to your table quicker than you expected.

“Frank?! What are you doing here?” Her voice is already grating and she’s only said a handful of words. Her tone is drawn out, almost flirtatiously, and she stands closer to him than you would’ve liked.

“Just showing her around,” he answers simply. He looks at you and when the waitress does the same, her face falls. You muster up an awkward smile and try to shake off the weird look she gives you. “She’s never been here before, you think we could get some menus?”

“Sure thing,” she mumbles, stepping away only to return a moment later with two long, laminated sheets of paper. She drops them to the table and you spare yourself the trouble of looking at her again.

“She sure seems to like you,” you speak up once she’s left. Frank scoffs before grabbing a menu and shaking his head. “Did you see the way she looked at me? What did I do?” You ask with a frown, wondering if you did something unintentionally.

“She’s probably just pissed cause you’re sitting with me and she’s not,” he answers with a sigh. He flips the paper around and you notice the way his eyes dart around the page. His answer wasn’t very reassuring though, and you still feel the tension in your body. As you scan the small print of the menu in your hands, you can feel his gaze on you. You try to shake the disappointment and to make it less obvious that what she said affected you, but you’re not certain how good of an actress you are.

“Y’know what?” he speaks up after a few seconds. You raise your face to him as he continues, “I know this place a couple of blocks down? Best god damn beer I’ve had.” His hand disappears under the table and a moment later you see his fingers curled around his jacket. “It’s German! You haven’t tried that one before.” He leans across the table before whispering, “You’re gonna hate it.”

His attempts at distracting you work well and you can’t help the laughter escaping you at the final thing he said. Frank’s own crooked smile returns at your reaction and a softness settles into his brown eyes.

“There she is,” he mumbles once he sees your regular self bubble back up to the surface. You bring in a deep breath and choose to shake off any residual awkwardness you felt from before.

“No, no it’s okay. We can stay here.” You finish your sentence and look back towards the music before facing him. His hands are empty now as he continues to stare at you and you feel confident in your choice to stay.

After looking over the endless list of drinks, burgers, and other appetizers, you read a description of a sandwich that makes your stomach rumble to life. You immediately decide on it without a second thought and smile up at Frank, watching him run his finger across the page between two options and looking quite indecisive.

Before long, the ill behaved waitress is back to take down your order. You pick your sandwich, remembering to take off the toppings you aren’t too fond of, add in an order of fries, and your usual favorite drink to top it off. With a hesitant glance up, you see her scribbling down your order on the small notepad in her hand. Her expression is twisted up as if she smelled something foul and you feel that uneasy feeling settling in once more.

“I’ll have the same as my date here,” Frank answers before she can ask about his meal. He gently taps the two menus on the tabletop before handing them over to her. His lips part as his eyes drag over your features and you notice the way they stop for a little longer than they should when they reach your mouth.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You weren’t sure if he said it just to get under her skin or not but part of you didn’t really care. He said it regardless and that made a smile carve its way onto your face. An annoyed scoff is heard from above and you see a hand come into view to snatch the menus away from Frank. He never looked away from you once.

The moment the food arrives, you’re excitedly grabbing your sandwich and lifting it to your mouth. As your teeth sink into the toasted bread, the flavor hits your tongue and a satisfied moan escapes you. Frank is quick to lift his eyes at the sound, his eyebrows raising as he takes in the scene in front of him. You raise your hand to your mouth and begin to grow bashful at the look on his face.

“Sorry!” You apologize, your voice muffled behind your palm. “It was just really good,” you explain once you swallow your food down.

“Don’t gotta apologize for that, kid,” he replies through his own raspy chuckle. You bite your lip and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before reaching for the fries in your basket next.

The two of you dig into your identical meals and make some easy conversation in between bites here and there. You’re honestly impressed with how good the sandwich is and you’re glad you picked it out of the infinite number of items on the menu. Frank wasn’t lying when he said he loved this place. You watch him look up from his meal every now and then with a big smile on his face as he moves his head to the beat of the music. His energy was infectious and you found yourself tapping your toes along too.

“Y’know,” he speaks up after finishing the last bite of his sandwich. At the sound of his voice, you begin to look up to his face, but your eyes latch on to something else. Frank sucks his fingers clean of the salt from his fries, his lips pursing as his cheeks hollow, and you immediately lose any grip you had on controlling your thoughts around him.

“When we ordered I saw your beer on the menu.” You hear his words but they have absolutely no meaning, no way of stringing them together to make a continuous thought as you watch him suck the seasonings from his thumb. You begin to feel a sense of injustice at the fact that those fingers weren’t where you desperately wanted them to be. With a pout, you look back to his gaze and see the confusion clear in his eyes.

“What?” you blurt out, finally remembering he had spoken and that you hadn’t processed anything he had said. He scoffs before shaking his head, his smirk spreading wide across his face before he speaks again.

“Said they have the beer you like here,” he repeats himself, his cocky grin a clear indicator that he saw how you froze up at sight just moments ago.

“I’m actually good tonight,” you say confidently. Reaching for your glass, you take a sip of your drink and hold his gaze as you stare at him from under your eyelashes. He sits back against the cushion of the booth and his eyebrows pull together as he thinks about what you said.

“Yeah?” he asks, squinting his eyes at you.

“Mhm, not letting a few beers stop me from what I wanna do after this,” you explain. You’ve never felt more frustrated than when he stopped you from kissing on his neck. You understood why he did it, and are actually very thankful he didn’t want it to go further, but the disappointment coursed through you all the same.

“Hmm? And what exactly is that?” he questions as the band finishes up the song they had been playing. Your eyes follow the noise as the crowd erupts into whistles and claps, applauding the musicians. When you finally look back over, Frank’s in the same position. It’s like he never looked away from you—hell, you’re not sure if he even blinked.

You don’t answer him though and make up your mind to keep him on the edge of his seat. Instead, you smile sweetly before picking up a fry from your basket and popping it past your lips.

He gives you a knowing look, but doesn’t pry. Perhaps he was looking forward to the surprise of it all. You only hope you can remain as confident as you feel now so you can properly act out your plan. Before long, he swallows down his last french fry and Frank speaks up with a question.

“You wanna go dance?” Your whole body freezes at the mere thought of attempting to dance, not to mention the added nerves of doing it in a crowded room with Frank Castle standing witness. But as you look out onto the dance floor full of moving bodies, you realize most of them are probably far too intoxicated to really pay attention to you. Deciding to push past the initial fear, and wanting to be fully present with him and have fun, you nod and scoot out of the booth.

Frank stands in front of you and his hand soon comes into view of your eyeline. You place your hand in his and feel his fingers curl around your palm as you brace your weight on him and rise to your feet. You stand on your toes and motion for him to come closer so you can speak into his ear.

“Just so you know, I’m a terrible dancer,” you say after he’s tilted his head towards you.

“What part of me screams that I’m a good one?” he asks, and you chuckle at his joke. He smiles down at your laughter and nods his head behind him, letting you know he’s going to the dancefloor.

Frank keeps a hold of your hand as he leads you through the crowd. His broad body splits the sea of bodies as he walks and you follow close enough behind him to squeeze past them as well. There’s blue hues from the dim lights that shine over the people, but other than that you can’t see much beside their moving feet. He must’ve gotten to a clearing where there’s not as many people bumping into one another, because he stops walking and turns to you.

You’re sort of frozen still for a moment as the reality of it is beginning to creep in. But then Frank starts to shimmy his shoulders and you can’t help but break into a wide grin. Just like that, you’re thawed. The awkwardness you felt is starting to leave you as you begin to loosen up in front of him.

The band plays a fun, upbeat song that you don’t recognize, but he seems to be making the moves up as he goes along. You follow his direction, copying him but still keep some distance, trying to slowly shake off those nerves that are still lingering around. Suddenly, Frank does a move that you can’t even begin to describe with words alone and you burst into laughter as you watch him. Holding your stomach, you shake your head at him and he begins to laugh too.

The band then retires from the stage, saying their farewells as the crowd applauds and whistles. Frank claps along with the rest of them and you cup your hands around your mouth to give a small cheer. You really enjoyed their set and wouldn’t mind coming back here again to watch them play once more.

Once the stage is clear, music begins to play over the speakers and Frank’s face lights up. His excitement is clear after just the first few notes.

“God, this takes me back,” his wide grin causes his eyes to squint up. You smile up at him, happy at his enjoyment, but you can’t help your head from tilting to the side confusedly.

“You haven’t heard this before?” he asks incredulously and you shake your head. “It’s literally my favorite song, how do you not know this?”

“When did it come out?” you ask, and watch him look up as he starts to think.

“Must’ve been… right after graduation, I think?” He does the math for a moment longer before answering with the year it was released. The answer has you fighting back a giggle as you stare at him awkwardly.

“Frank, I wasn’t born until two years later,” you answer honestly, and the look on his face is priceless.

“Jesus Christ…” he replies, dragging his hand down his face. You begin to worry now, wondering if you shouldn’t have brought up that point. He must’ve caught a glance at your anxious frown because he’s quick to explain himself.

“You’re fine just… my back hurt when you said that.” His hand comes to the back of his neck to emphasize his point and your smile finds its way back to your lips.

Despite the initial embarrassment you ran into after being reminded again of the gap in age between you and Frank, you found yourself really enjoying the song. He was honest when he said it was one of his favorites. You’ve never seen him this lively before and you love being able to soak up every minute of it. He’s so animated as he dances, holding you close to him with his hand secured at your back. The lines to the song fall past his lips like muscle memory as his forehead presses to yours.

You can’t stand being this close to him. Your whole body feels like it’s been shot with a current of electricity and you’re desperately wanting him to stop singing and put his mouth to yours. He might have a sixth sense—or simply just picked up on the timing—because his lips are on yours a second later. He kisses you deeply, his tongue brushing your lower lip for a moment before you eagerly let him in. Your head tilts to the side as you kiss him back and your arm wraps around his wide shoulders to ensure you’ll have your fill.

All too soon he’s breaking the kiss and you immediately suck your bottom lip behind your teeth to savor the feeling of him. He suddenly lifts his arm into the air and cues you to spin. You twirl under his hand with a huge grin and then he yanks you in for the finish, timing it so that your back is to his chest when you land against him. His same palm immediately finds your hip and tightens to keep you flush to him. His opposite hand travels down the length of your torso, his index finger tracing your side as he moves.

He begins to whisper the lyrics against your ear and you can’t bring yourself to focus on their meaning. He’s all over you and it’s making you feel dizzy, as if you’re drunk on his scent alone. Each pass of his finger along your ribs alights a fire at your side and you try to keep up as he begins rocking you from side to side to the rhythm of the song. His breath warms the entire side of your face and neck with each word he whispers. You fall under his spell and roll your head to the side at the feeling of his warmth all over.

When the song starts to fade and a new one begins overlapping it, you’re left with a bittersweet feeling; part of you never wanted to leave that moment and would gladly listen to that song on loop for the rest of your life, but the other half of you was almost frightened at how easily you turned to putty in his hands. You felt the need to have a better grasp on yourself, especially if you wanted to stay courageous for what you had planned for tonight.

The mix of two songs smoothen down into one and you instantly recognize the slow, sexy bassline that’s pumping through the speakers overhead. You’re not sure what came over you. Perhaps you wanted to prove to someone that you’re not that same timid, little girl. Whatever it was that coursed through your veins, you’re thankful that it gave you the strength to grab his large palm and put it back into place at your hip. You use the extra support to push your ass back into him, making sure to press hard enough until you feel the bulge in his jeans.

Frank doesn’t show any reaction except for his fingers tightening into your skin as if you were a lifeline. You smile as you continue to grind into him, your hips following the similar movements he taught you just a few days prior. Facing away from him gives you the extra boost of confidence needed to perform this act, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t kill to see the look on his face right now.

With each push of your ass against the denim fabric, you feel the heat of his bulge so close to where your own warmth had started to pool. This felt good and you felt pride surging through your chest once you realized exactly what you were doing.

And then his arm crosses your chest and pulls you flat against him once more. His forearm is pressed against your collarbones and you feel your breath hitch at the hold he has you in. With a shaky inhale, you swallow down the lump in your throat and wait for him to speak.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” the tip of his nose brushes the curve of your ear and you try your damndest to not let your body double over. “Someone’s getting confident, huh?” His arm begins to slowly drop from across your chest, and instead reaches your lower stomach. From there, he applies pressure until you’re as close as you could be to him.

“You feel that? Hmm?” There’s an undeniable hardness under the thick layers of fabric. It doesn't feel as big as the last time he got turned on from you, but it’s still noticeable. “That’s all you,” he finishes with a lower tone of voice before taking half a step back and leaving you to sit with his words.

It takes you a moment to wrap your head around this entire situation. It’s abundantly clear that the mood has changed from light laughter and awful dance moves to something more sultry. You can feel the warmth slowly spreading between your legs and it leaves you with a buzz that makes you feel like your movements are slowed. When you turn around to finally face him, he’s already staring down at you expectedly.

“Why don’t we get outta here?” he asks, deep voice blending in with the booming bass. You nod at him and it feels like you’re moving in molasses. The dull, blue light from above catches his face for a moment. There’s something deeper to his unreadable expression; his jaw is clenched as if he’s trying to hold something back.

Once the two of you make it back to the table, Frank reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. He thumbs through the notes before tossing a few bills onto the table. He reaches into the booth seat for his jacket and shakes it out before draping it over your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you mumble in a quiet voice.

“Don’t gotta thank me for that, sweetheart,” he shakes his head, insisting that your gratitude isn’t needed. He begins to walk towards the door with his hand in its designated spot at your lower back to help guide you once again. The chill of the night air hits you the second you step out of the building and you find yourself curling his jacket snugger around your body. His scent is stuck to the collar and it helps lessen your shivering from the cold breeze.

He walks you to your side of the van and opens the door for you to climb in. Even after he gets in and begins driving down the same winding roads, there’s not much conversation between the two of you. The tension in the car is thick and incredibly palpable. You’re indecisive about whether to break the silence or leave it untouched so as to not make it worse.

Eventually Frank pulls into his parking spot that faces the front door of his apartment. After putting the van in park and walking around to open your door once more, you take his hand and carefully step down. He unlocks the door and gets you inside quickly, trying to shield you from the chilly air. Once he flicks the lights on, you’re greeted by the familiar sight of his living room and feel that desire to touch him creep back in. Your name falls from his lips and you turn your head at the sound.

“I’m sorry if I went too far back there. I shouldn’t have—,” he begins to apologize, but you’re quick to interrupt by pressing your lips to his. A surprised grunt comes from him and you smirk into the kiss, pleased to have caught him off guard. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and begins leading you towards the couch. When you feel the back of your knees hit the curve of the cushion, you angle yourself in front of Frank and push him into the sofa below.

He looks up at you with his lips parted and his chest is noticeably bringing in deeper breaths each time he inhales. His usually soft, brown eyes have a darkened glint to them and you’re certain you’ve never seen this emotion on him before. Your pulse is racing through your own body and you swiftly straddle him with your knees on either side of his hips.

His impatient fingers grab hold of you in a way no one ever has before. The action causes a surprised gasp to fall past your lips, but it’s swallowed down by Frank who can’t seem to keep his mouth off of yours. The light stubble decorating his jaw scratches at your skin and the rough feeling does nothing but spur you on further. You begin to roll your hips into his as you fall into a familiar pattern and he uses his hold to help guide you into moving faster.

His movements are rushed and needy and it makes you feel reassured that he wants this—he wants you. That little boost to your ego has your hands tracing down his body, your palms rubbing down his strong chest, before finally reaching his belt. Your fingers search blindly for the leather and the sound of the buckle clinking sounds out in between the wet noises of your kisses.

“Woah, easy,” Frank breaks the kiss the second the sound reaches his ears. “Let’s just, uh…” he trails off and you feel his fingers gently prying yours away. “Let’s take it slow, alright?” His tone is so soft and the concern is written clearly across his features.

“Frank, please,” you try to reason with him. “I didn’t even drink tonight! And I just… last time I was all worked up and I really want to do this.” You finish with a pout as you glance up at him with pleading eyes. He swallows hard as he stares at you for a moment, probably battling something internally.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks slowly, trying to make his words clear. The question is so simple but admitting it to him makes you feel small again.

“I… I want to touch you,” you mumble, silently hoping he doesn’t ask you to be more explicit than that.

“You sure you want this?” His eyes never leave yours as he confirms your consent.

“I really do,” you reply, bringing your hand up and cupping his cheek. You brush your thumb over his skin and watch as he begins to shut his eyes and breathe deeply. “Please?”

You’re not sure if it’s the quiet plea, his own craving that’s swaying his decision, or some combination of the two, but he slowly uncurls his fingers from your wrist. You beam brightly at him and whisper a thanks as you peck him on the cheek.

“You’re still gonna have to walk me through it, Frank,” you say through a small chuckle.

He nods with an equally quiet, “I know.”

From there, he doesn’t try to deter your movements any longer. He lets you continue as you slide his belt past the metal buckle. You look up at him for reassurance and he nods his head with a smile. He takes your hand in his and pulls it to his bulge, letting you feel it properly for the first time. Excitement races through you and settles in your lower stomach as you watch your hand touch him over the denim.

“Can I take your jeans off?” Your question is met with another nod as he lets go of you. Slipping the button past the slit, you then lower the zipper past the teeth and the sound feels so loud in the otherwise silent room. You move to sit beside him and Frank helps you tug his pants down, raising his hips to lower them some more until they fall past his knees. He’s wearing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs and your eyes linger far too long on how they hug his thighs.

The thick outline stretching the fabric is enough to recenter your attention though. You start to feel the nerves coming back once you register just how big he is as he lies against his hip. You always had a feeling, given the sheer size of the man, but seeing it is a whole other experience. Thankfully, Frank doesn’t rush you as he lets you take this all in. You hesitantly move your hand over the length of him, brushing your fingers over the defined line underneath the head of his cock.

The next thing you reach for is the waistband of his boxers. You curl your fingers over the edge and tug them down, watching as more and more of his happy trail becomes exposed. He once again helps you pull them past his legs and now that he’s bare in front of you, you can’t help your eyes from widening. You had thought the bulge was big, but it was misleading; Frank is actually much larger than you had anticipated.

“What? You’ve never seen—?” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I have. I’ve seen, like, porn before but…” you find your voice leaving you as you stare between his legs. “It’s just bigger in person.” His chuckle sounds out and you raise your head to the noise only to be met by an amused smirk at your confession.

“S’not just cause it’s in person, kid,” he laughs through his words and you roll your eyes at his cockiness. You like that you can still crack jokes during a time like this and you find yourself thankful that you get to have Frank as your first introduction to sex. Feeling more relaxed, you reach forward and gently curl your fingers around his thick base.

“You can hold it tighter than that,” he speaks up after a second.

“I know,” you respond, tightening your hold on him a little more. He snorts lightly at the, apparently, subtle increase in pressure and you feel his larger hand curling around your own. His long fingers squeeze over yours, adjusting your grip on his length as he begins to move your hand up and down. He’s warm and heavy in your hand, two things you hadn’t given much thought of before now. Frank lifts your hand once more and a satisfied sigh leaves him.

The sound stirs something in your stomach and you try to swallow down your own growing arousal at the noise he’s making. He loosens his hold on you and you watch as his hands find the hem of his shirt before bunching it up and exposing the lower half of his stomach. There’s so much to look at and it’s pulling your attention in too many ways. You try to focus on him in your hand though and begin speeding up your movements.

“You can spit on it,” he speaks up after a few seconds. You turn to face him and feel your eyebrows pull together at his words.

“Like just… spit on it?” The confusion is more than likely obvious in your tone but you want to ensure that you don’t embarrass yourself with him. Not now when you’ve made it this far.

“Yeah, go for it,” he encourages gently. With one last glance at him, you lean forward and lower your head over his length. You purse your lips and part them as you let the split slowly drip until it’s sliding over his head. You watch as it runs down past the tip and Frank clears his throat.

“Shit, yeah that…” he trails off as he raises his hips slightly. “That works too.” You smile at his words and wonder if his movement was an instinctual reaction to the warmth running along the smooth skin of his cock.

With the help of the extra slick added to his length, you begin to work your hand faster on him. You know from what you’ve heard that the tip is more sensitive, so you raise your hand right underneath his head and tighten your grip. A grunt immediately falls from him and you impulsively let go of him. You face him with a worried expression and watch as he brings in a deep breath before swallowing thickly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Just felt real damn good.” The praise in his words immediately rushes to your heart and you feel yourself swell with pride. You can’t believe you made him feel that good, but now you’re determined to see what other sounds you can pull from his pretty lips. As you focus your attention back to his cock, you see a few beads of precum beginning to bubble up at his swollen tip. You rub your thumb in circles over the slit, spreading around the proof of his pleasure, and you feel him twitch in your hold.

“Shiiiiiit,” the drawn out curse sounds raspy and you don’t stop your movements as you check once again to see his reaction. Frank’s head is tilted back slightly against the couch cushion, his mouth is parted, and his eyes are scrunched up slightly. You try your hardest to memorize this version of him. You wish you could ingrain this memory so you’ll never forget how good he looks when he’s succumbing to his pleasure.

Twisting your hand as you move it over his length, you notice the way his adam's apple bobs as he swallows down presumably another groan. You can’t resist the urge to feel even more of him, and press your lips against his neck. Lazy kisses are littered across his skin while you work your hand faster, intermittently tightening your hold on his thickness. His throat tightens as he feels the wet marks of your affection, and the next thing you feel is his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls gently as he tugs your head up to his and he kisses down your surprised gasp, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You’re having trouble keeping up with his movements and you realize this must be what it’s like to be kissed breathlessly. Any moment you get, you’re greedily gulping down air before he continues his ravenous attack on your lips. You never slow the speed of your hand and press yourself against his side, trying to feel more of him to satiate your need. Frank tries to break the kiss but you push against him harder, not wanting to let go for a second. But he tries again, grabbing your wrist gently and you immediately pull away with a frown.

“What did I do?” you ask in a worried tone. He’s quick to lock his eyes with yours and speaks clearly.

“You’re okay. You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he starts, and then nods down towards his lap. “I’m almost there, kid. Just wanted to warn you before it happens.” And just like that, a wide grin splits across your face. I’m making him feel that good?!

“I really wanna make you come, Frank,” you tell him honestly and you notice his cock twitch slightly as he registers your words.

“You keep talking like that and you will,” he grumbles in a low voice. His tone almost seems as if it was meant as a warning, but all it does is add to the fire in the pit of your stomach. You’re quick to reach for him again and fall back into the rhythm you established just seconds ago. With each pass of your hand you feel the veins protruding slightly through his skin and make sure to add slightly more pressure to the ring underneath his tip—he seemed to like that in particular.

“Just like that—fuck, attagirl,” he breathes through gritted teeth while he stares down at your smaller fingers wrapped snugly around him. The praise courses through you and you hide your face in his neck. You place sloppy kisses under his jaw and listen as more grunts start to fall from his parted lips. They slowly twist into a new sound and it takes you a second to realize it’s your name that’s coming out in a twisted groan. You glance down and watch as he raises his hips for a moment to chase after the feeling of you, his orgasm following soon after.

One long moan falls from him as warmth spills over your hands. You make sure not to miss a single second and don’t dare slow down or pull away. You want Frank to feel as good as possible and so you’ll drag this out for as long as you can. White begins to coat his head and the rest of his length as you continue moving over him. It isn’t until he reaches for your wrist that you take notice of the way his thigh is tense and you let go to give him some relief.

“T…That’s enough,” he pants as he speaks through uneven breathing. You mumble an apology as you snuggle into his side again, leaving the remainder of your kisses on his collarbone. His hand rubs at your back while he regains his breath and you feel him press his lips to your forehead.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, and you follow his gaze to the mess in his lap. His cock lies on his hip, all spent and giving a weak twitch once or twice. You don’t even try to hide the smile that grows on your face at the sight.

“Oh, you proud of yourself, huh?” he asks through a fit of chuckles. “You should be,” he holds you to his side again. “Did so fuckin’ good.” You feel another long kiss to the side of your head. Pride isn’t even a strong enough word to describe how you feel at this moment.

“Thank you, Frank,” you smile up at him.

“Thank me? Nah, you did all that,” he brushes it off just like last time. “Thank you for making me feel good, kid. You were absolutely perfect.” The warmth spreading to your cheeks makes you hide your face in his chest again. You weren’t really sure how a scene like this was supposed to normally end, but Frank doesn’t say anything more. He keeps you close in his arms and you can still hear his pulse attempting to slow in his chest. For now, you don’t want to question what comes next; for once, you’re comfortable exactly where you are.

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onskepa · 2 months

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Whole new exposure

Helloooooooooo everyone! So for this fic, I decided to combine two requests since it makes so much sense to me, and also for how opposite they are to each other. Here are the requests!

Request A: can you do Sully family or Na’vi with a goth reader? this is the same person who asked for the goth reader. I know Slipknot and korn isn’t goth but can like can the reader listen to them or just metal?

Request B: can you please do Sully family with a gyaru reader?

Now I had to do a lot of research about the Gyaru culture since I don't know SHIT about it. But hopefully this fic is enjoyable for everyone!

BTW THIS TAKES PLACE IN MODERN ERA!!!

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The sully kids all huddled on their family couch, peaking out to see the house across the street. It was a nice house, a two story home recently renovated. Only a few days into the market and in a snap it was sold. Today was the day the Sully family got new neighbors. Moving trucks were starting to pull up on the drive way, movers beginning to put furniture and other stuff inside.

“You think they have kids?” Tuk asks as she shares her snack with spider. The blonde boy in question shrugs, “who knows tuktuk, but I hope they are nice” he says. Everyone nods in agreement.

“Oh, maybe they are like lawyers or some big boss to afford to live in this neighborhood” lo’ak says. True to it, they live in a nice neighborhood that is upscale, calm and quiet.

“Who knows, but remember what mom and dad said. We have to give our new neighbors the full Sully welcome, " Neteyam says. And as they all watched, a van pulled up to the driveway and four people walked out. There they were, their new neighbors.

“What in Eywa’s name are those?” Kiri asks as she stares at the new neighbors. Well, two of them to be more specific. The new neighbors consisted of a mother, a father, and two daughters that seem to be around her and lo’ak’s age.

“Maybe instead of staring at them like creeps, we should go and greet ourselves? The cookies are ready so why not do it now?” Spider suggests. A small moment of silence passed before the siblings reached a conclusion.

“Fine, but I swear if that creepy girl appears in my nightmares, I'm moving to grandma’s” Lo’ak says as he stares at one of the girls. Tuk runs happily to get her tray of cookies she baked with the help of Kiri and their mother. Already imagining how she will greet her new neighbors.

“Come on baby bro, lets go greet them” neteyam says as he pats lo’aks shoulder. Grunting out his mask, when really he was just as excited as everyone else. So everyone prepares the needed welcoming and make their way to their new neighbors home.

“Halloooo~!”

“Sup”

The sully kids were really at a loss for words. Tuk, who is even the more social butterfly among the siblings, couldn't find the words to greet them back.

Why?

Because the new neighbors were nothing like what they expected. Two girls stood in front of them. One of them had exaggerated bleach blonde hair with massive curls, decorated in prettys bows. Tan skin, save for the pale areas around the eyes. Light pink lip color, Lisa frank esk style with multiple colors and animal patterns and fuzzy shoes. Long colorful nails with various patterns and beaded gems and glitter.

The other was the complete opposite.

Super pale skin, black lipstick color, dark eyeshadow, dark goth clothing with a band shirt of the classical band “Slipknot”. Chains on her skirt and dont forget her massive 5 inch boots with belts all over it. Choker around her neck and more belt bracelets. Long but sharp black nails with a more simple tone yet so shiny.

“Um…hi, welcome to our neighborhood….” Spider said out slowly, still trying to process what he is seeing.

The hyper pink girl gladly took the tray of cookies that tuk offered. “Thank you so much Nya~!”

“Stop it”

“Make me”

“Sorry for the mess, we are still unpacking” the goth girl says as she opens the doors for the sully kids. Everyone walks inside to see the house, clearly it has been renovated and the smell of fresh pain along with stacks of boxes and unopened stuff laying around.

“What are your names?” the pink girl asks. And everyone introduces themselves just like how their parents taught them in a polite manner.

“What are your names??” Tuk asks, her nervousness went away. The goth girl pointed at herself, “you can call me ‘Zila’”.

The pink girl snickered a bit, holding in a laugh, “yeah, like godzilla”.

Zila slapped her sister on the shoulder, making the pink girl squeak in surprise. “Shut up, you know it means something else”.

Kiri looked at the pink girl and smiles, “what about you?” she asks.

With a small twirl on her hair, the pink girl happily answers “You can call me Asobi”. Zila rolled her eyes, “Junko would have been much better” she says. Asobi taps her sisters head like a kid, “nope, Asobi is leagues better than her”.

A few seconds of silence passes by.

“So…. want a tour of our place?” Zila asks.

After a couple of minutes touring their home, kiri took note that in the living area, kitchen, and guest bathrooms were all surprisingly normal. Neutral colors of greens and browns, giving a peaceful, calm vibes to the place. Something Kiri has come to like.

“So that concludes our home” Zila says as she claps her hands in a swinging manner. Asobi stands beside her, rolling her heels back and forth.

“Nu uh! What about your rooms? I wanna see” Tuk whines while stomping her feet. Neteyam was quick to shush her, even picking her up. “Sorry about my sister, she can be a bit nosey in places where she isn't supposed to be” Neteyam apologizes on tuk’s behalf.

Asobi giggled a bit, going over to playfully pinch tuk’s cheeks, making tuk laugh a bit in return. “It's ok, we dont mind showing our room. Come here sweet pea” neteyam easily hands tuk over to Asobi as she happily accepts the child. Zila shrugs, not really caring at the moment. “Come on, back to the hall” Zila guided the group.

Lo’ak sighs and walks up to asobi, “you don't have to give into her every whim. She is already spoiled by everyone in the family” he kindly warns. Tuk narrows her eyes on lo’ak as she sticks her tongue out at him. Making lo’ak doing the same in return. This little antic made Asobi giggles again. She pats tuk’s head, “its ok, Tuk is the baby of your family right? She deserves to be spoiled like a princess”. Tuk happily agreed with her statement.

Down the hall they reached two doors. One was painted black with crimson accent trims, the other door was pink with light pinkish white trims.

“Soooo…which one do you guys want to see?” Zela asks. The sully kids took a moment, having a silent conversation.

“That one” They all said in unison. Kiri and neteyam were pointing at Zila’s door, while spider and tuk were pointing at Asobi’s room. Lo’ak was pointing at both of the doors. The two sisters looked at each other then back at the five kids. Asobi puts tuk down and both do a quick rock-paper-scissors game, Asobi wins, thus opening her door first.

“Welcome to my-”

“Candy core rotten teething hell of a room-”

“Realm~!”

Asobi enters her room, expanding her arms to show the full view of her room. And the Sully kids were having mixed reactions.

“Oh wow….”

“It's sooo…..”

“Ummmm….”

“I LOVE IT!!”

Tuk, without hesitation, ran inside of Asobi’s bedroom and danced around, letting out another round of laughs and admiring every little thing. “It's like a princess room!” she shouts in excitement. Kiri inwardly hissed, “tuk! Don't go into her room like that!” she scolds, but Asobi shrugs. “It's ok, she seems to have fun anyways” Asobi says, “come on, you’re welcomed in” she encourages.

Walking over, Asobi starts to show some items to tuk, to which the child happily admires every bit. It was like a dream bedroom!

To kiri, it looked like a unicorn vomited everywhere. She can already smell the cotton candy scent emitting from the pink room. While it is cute, and definitely something Tuk would love to have, its way too much. Lo’ak and spider believed they would have pink eyes from so much pink going on. Neteyam being polite, rather than not having much opinion about the pink hell heaven room.

“So what is your room like?” Lo’ak asks to Zila. A little huff escapes her black lips and smirk forms. “Welcome to my little peace and quiet” Zila says while she opens her door.

If the outfits weren't enough to tell just how different the girls were, the rooms were a definite confirmation. Unlike Asobi’s chaotic room, Zila’s room gave away a sense of calmness but definit not a full chill, comfy place either.

“You guys are welcome to come in too, nothing here will bite you” Zila says as she lays on her bed.

“What about scaring us?” Spider says in a nervous manner. There were two creepy looking dolls near the window. Something straight out of a paranormal horror movie. Zila looks over at her dolls. “Oh them, don't worry. I checked if they were haunted when I bought them. They aren't” she answers.

Lo’ak raised an eyebrow, why does she sound so disappointed?

Kiri looks around from the doorway, peeking in. It was a bit cold in Zila’s room, but less noisy and minimal stuff going on.

“Got music to play? Its pretty quiet” lo’ak asks. Neteyam hit him on the back of the head, making lo’ak groan. “I have CD’s on that shelf, knock yourself out”.

“Slipknot, slipknot, Black Veil Brides, slipknot, Rosetta Stone, Bauhaus, the cute, Pierce the Veil, ACDC, slipknot, within temptation, leaves eyes, oh, even baby metal” spider was listing off many band names of Zila’s collection. So say she wasn't picky in what she likes. And clearly a big fan of Slipknot with how many albums she has.

“Yeah, still exploring different alternatives” Zila’s replies as she paints lo’aks nails black. Neteyam was chilling in her black velvet couch as he takes in all the stuff she has and the vibes she accomplished. However his curiosity was cut short when tuk and Asobi entered the room.

“Look look! Asobi gave me a makeover!” Tuk happily shouted. Her braids were full of cute little bows, every color you can imagine, a rainbow tutu with way too many bracelets on each arm. And light colored makeup, only a bit of eyeshadow and pink rosey dust on her cheeks. “And she gave me a manicure!” showing off tuk’s nails which were a mix of blue and pink.

Tuk skips over to her siblings to show off her new looks, kiri looks over at Asobi with a slight concern expression. “Don't worry, the makeup is vegan, and the nail polish can be easily wash away in a few hours” Asobi treasures. “Oh yeah, that's one thing you can count on. Any makeup, nail polish, other products, it's all vegan and certified animal cruelty free” Zila informs as she finishes lo’ak’s nails.

“Huh….thats actually nice” Kiri mutters. Tuk twirls around and sees Zila’s old Victorian doll house. Quietly she goes over to the girl and nervously asks “can…can I play with it?”.

Neteyam sighs and leans forward to reach out for tuk, “come on tuk, you already had enough-”

“Yeah sure go ahead” Zila happily answers.

Neteyam slightly frowned at that, only for zila to smile at him a bit smugly. “What? She is the baby, no?” zila asks in a bit of a playful mockery. Turning to tuk, zila says “if there is anything you want tuk, just ask alright? No need to be scared”. Tuk nodded happily and went on to play with the doll house.

Spider rubbed his chin as he observed Asobi and Zila chatting about something. Seeing how they behave and still wonder how the hell they are related.

“Are you two really sisters?” spider asks so suddenly. Lo’ak and kiri were quick to hit him on the head, “SPIDER/BRO!” the two shouted in unison. Spider hissed from the pain he received but was quick to defend himself, “what? C’mon! They are totally different! I get it! Kiri and I are different too but we have similar styles and shit! So it's really confusing to me!”.

Asobi lets out a fit of laughter, holding her stomach as she falls back on zila’s bed. Zila on the other hand was covering her mouth to hide her laughter. Spider couldn't help but blush a little, did he make a fool of himself?

“Oh my…!! Hahahaha! Oh boy this will never ever get old..!! Pfft….HAHAHA” Asobi let out another round of laughter.

“Indeed, it still amazes me that people are still unconvinced” Zila agrees. After a few minutes, the sisters calmed down. “Hey, how about some tea? All this talking is drying my throat” Zila suggests. Everyone agrees and heads to the kitchen to prepare some tea.

Everyone sat down in the half empty living room with foldable chairs and one plastic covered couch. Having a few sips of green tea, all the excitement slowly calming down.

“So to answer your question spider…” zila says first, dragging a bit of her sentence. Asobi sits next to zila, in a criss-cross manner. Her hands warm from her tea cup, “we are most definitely related” Asobi answers. However, doubt is still there.

“Look, we get the same reaction all the time. Yes our styles are very different, yes our manners are different, and yes our vibes are basically the opposite of each other” Zila goes on to say.

“But that is it. That is the limit. Just because our lifestyles are different, that doesn't mean our blood makes it just as different. We were born and raised in the same way, neither of us are better than the other. We just like our own styles” Asobi finishes.

“Yup. My style is alternative goth” Zila points at her clothes, Asobi does the same “and my style is gyaru. We Like to go all the way, down to our way of sleeping and living” Asobi explains.

“But why…?” Tuk asks.

“Why not?” the sisters as in unison.

“Much like how you guys have your own style, so do we. Our styles define who each of us our, and live it like that”

“We like what we do and not be swayed by the normies”.

“We live like how we want to live”

“Kids come down, they will be here any minute so get your act together” Jake shouts from the kitchen. It was evening as he and neytiri prepared the dining room, making sure that they looked their best for the arriving guests.

Upstairs in game room where the sully siblings were at, all checking each other that no a hair was out of place. Yet at the same time they were each holding a different amount of guilt.

“Were we too mean or rude…?” Lo’ak asks. Clearly asking the question everyone was thinking. “I want to say no but…we might have” Kiri answers. Neteyam scratches the back of his head, “Tomorrow we should apologize, it's the right thing to do” he suggests. Silently everyone agrees, and with that, they all head downstairs.

And right on time as well.

As the last sully reached the living room, the door bell was heard.

“Show time” Jake says as he opens the door.

New voices were heard, neytiri and jake greeting whoever came.

“Come come, meet our children” Neytiri says a bit loudly, signaling her children to stand up.

And entering the living room was a family of four. A man, a woman, and two identical daughters. Exact same hair color, same facial features, wearing wine red long sleeve summer dresses with matching black shoes.

“Hello children, I am Mr. Obeni, my wife Mrs. Obeni, and our lovely twin daughters, Zila and Asobi”

“Halloooo~!”

“Sup”

“WHAT?!”

Sorry if this took a bit, had to keep going back to make sure I got the goth and Gyaru culture down. However I like how this turned out, until next time! See ya!

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Zila = Meaning “shadow” in Hebrew

Asobi = from the anime "Lords or Pastimers"

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Entangled Lust, Part 7

Summary: Another night with Frank

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of bruises, mentions of abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Roberta?” Frank leans in his landlord’s house, peeking around the corner, “I have a favor.”

“No,” she answers shortly, carrying a load of laundry through the hall before sitting on the couch. “Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.”

“But…”

“No, Frank.”

“I asked Miss Honey out on a date. A real date,” she cocks up her eyebrow, looking him up and down confused. The last she heard about you, you had a something. A boyfriend, dating, something. “Okay, here’s the deal, the man she’s been…seeing, he’s still out of town. She…she kinda confided in me that he makes her uncomfortable. It was just fun, but you know how I told you I saw him at the school watching her. She’s ending it.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to get involved with a woman who hasn’t broken up with this man? How do you know that she even is interested, or that she will leave him. You’re like the other woman convincing themselves that the husband will leave their wife.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Frank interjects, but his voice remains calm. His mouth turns up into a sweet smile, “We kissed. And there was no alcohol involved, and it was…Roberta, it was amazing. And we talked, and it didn’t involve kids or work. Just talked about things we liked and our childhood, and I want this date, but she’s cooking at the house, and I would like it if you watched Mary again tonight. We don’t have much time until that man comes back, and she talked about the best way to end it with him, and…she is. I know I sound crazy, but she doesn’t want to be with him. She was bored, and did whatever because I was an idiot and ignoring her. I did that. I pushed her away, and now it’s my job to bring her back into my life. Please. Pretty pretty please, and I’ll make sure she makes enough food for me to bring over here.”

“Fine,” Roberta answers quickly. Standing up she takes a few steps closer to Frank, “But I want you to be careful. I want you to guard yourself, not too much because I know how much you like this girl. And I’m only doing this because you know I would keep Mary any day of the week. Why do you think she’s scared of him? Other than the obvious of him watching her?”

“Steve, he’s friends with Bucky. He owns a club of a, uh…it’s a sex club.”

“Of the anonymous kind?” Frank nods his head, “She got mixed up in that? Mary’s sweet little teacher?”

“Rough sex isn’t off limits to teachers. We talked about it, about her kinks and preferences, and they were not a turn off, I can tell you that. But…he’s been getting rougher with her. To the point I’ve noticed she’s been off at school. She’s not enjoying it anymore. She’s scared, and I just want to have a nice quiet life with her.”

“You know, if you and her work out, you’re going to have to move. I’ve got bigger houses for you,” she runs her hand up and down Frank’s arm giving him a smile, “Protect yourself. Don’t get in too deep until you know for sure that woman is going to leave him. You’ve got a child to worry about. But you’re a grown man. I’ll keep Mary. I’m allergic to tree nuts. And I don’t want cold food, I want you to walk over here with a plate for me and Mary,” giving her the biggest smile, Frank nods his head, and starts for the door. He had a lot to do before you came over.

“You know,” you playfully say as you step through Frank’s door. He had cleaned up. It wasn’t just the apartment, it was himself as well. His usual oil crusted nails were completely cleaned. A new shirt, his messy hair was styled (even though you preferred the messy), cologne, and even his beard seemed more clean. “You didn’t have to clean to impress me.”

“Well,” he shrugs his shoulders with a smile, “Are you impressed?”

“Mhmm,” you bite at your lip, and he pulls you close to his body.

“Is this okay?” You nod your head whispering yes, and he dips in lower to you, “What about this?”

“Yes…” oh the desire to call him sir was creeping up your throat, and you weren’t sure how Frank would feel about that. So you stuff it down. Not everything Bucky told you was awful, you just weren’t sure you could explore those things with other people. You never wanted Frank to think you were a freak.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

“Okay,” your voice was already so weak. It was practically begging him to destroy you. Pressing his mouth against your own, it didn’t take long until you were putty in his arms. The kiss was vastly different from Bucky. There was so much need and desire. With Bucky it was this animalistic lust.

With Frank you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, you did prefer it messy. Your body was naturally arching into him. His hands were only on your back, and his lips were only on yours, but you felt him all over your body. There was a need to have him. Your body wanted what it wanted, and you wanted what you wanted, and Frank just happened to be the answer for both.

“We should,” you whimper as his mouth places open mouth kisses on your neck. His fingers moving on the back of your neck, but his thumb rubs over the top, and a lewd mewl rings up to the ceiling, “Frank, we should…we should cook supper,” you gulp as he pulls back. The last thing you wanted to cook supper. But he made a promise to Mary and Roberta, and you were going to make sure that he fulfilled it. What you really wanted was for him to either bend you over the counter, sink into the floor with you, or throw you over his shoulder as he carried you into the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, it’s not really what I want to do,” you look down to the floor as your cheeks heat up. You are mortified at what you just admitted. It seemed like things were moving so fast. But you wanted him, you wanted Frank so bad. Wanted him more from the moment his skin touched you. It was like fire on your body, and you were struggling to stay on task of cooking supper.

It was what you should do, right? You shouldn’t rush into sex. Even if it felt like you and Frank had been playing this flirting game for most of the year. Had already spent the night in his bed. There was something with Frank that just felt right. And you wanted it. It was the one good thing that time with Bucky had taught you, and that was what your body was feeling was okay. And it was okay to act on those feelings.

Taking a deep gulp, you go to walk around Frank, but those hands slide around your waist, “Frank…”

“I want it, too. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

“And it’s not going too fast?” You peek around your shoulder, looking up at him, and his cock twitches in his pants. God, you looked amazing. Felt even better, and he hated himself for not acting on this sooner.

“No. No, I think we earned the right to go fast,” you giggle, looking up at him. “You gotta stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He blows a puff of air out his mouth, covering your entire face with his hand, and you continue laughing, “You know what you’re doing, Miss Honey.”

“Oh? We’re going with formal names, Mr. Adler,” he drops his hand, and the two of you share a quick look, before you quickly get out of his embrace, and walk to the stove. “So, no tree nuts. Um, I thought a quick and easy hamburgers and fries, but of course jazzed up would be nice? Oh, my bags.”

Frank smirks as you walk to get the things that you had brought. He could see the sexual tension build up. Could practically feel it radiating off you. You weren’t as reserved as you once were. There was this air of innocence, and still you knew exactly what you were doing. He walks behind you, and your back arches a moment. Turning to places his front to your back he rests his chin on your shoulder, smoothing his hands over your hip.

Frank notices the slight change in your face when he presses too hard on your hips, but makes no comment. Just enjoys the random sway of your body, making your ass rub over his crotch. He was ruined. This felt natural, and he can imagine you here every day doing just this. Could already see your belly swollen while he rubs over it. It felt right. It shouldn’t feel this comfortable but it does.

Frank returns from taking Roberta and Mary their plates, while you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I should do it. I made a mess, and you,” you always forget how tall Frank is as he steps in front of you, and your eyes roll up to meet him. “Frank, I want you to kiss me.”

“Good,” he answers breathlessly, crashing his mouth into yours. It was the kiss that changed everything. There was no going back, and you didn’t even care. His hands graze down your back, landing at your ass before he pulls you up to him. “Is this where this is going?”

“Yeah,” you breathe in his mouth, moving your lips to his neck as he walks you into the bedroom. Crawling the two of you to the bed where you immediately start undoing his shirt. Letting your fingers run up and down his chiseled chest, before he was pulling the shirt off. Lifting you up, to pull off your shirt, and he growls at the site of your tits, and they are still covered.

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, and his hands move to kneading your tits. Pulling him closer to yours, you were aching for him. He leans down to kiss along the supple skin of your breast, and you forget how to breathe. Your body arches into him, and your legs even spread more, letting his jean covered crotch grind into you.

He was basically dry humping you, and you felt his bulge right at your entrance. Whimpering up his name, you start undoing his pants. There was enough foreplay, right now, you just wanted Frank. Needed him. Needed to feel what he felt like inside of you. Upon pulling his jeans down, you tug at his boxers, yelping when the weight of his cock falls on your thigh. “Frank!”

“I know. I know,” he whispers on your neck, his own hands getting rid of what little was left separating the two of you. Lifting your ass up to make things easier, and he slips your jeans and panties off in one swipe. Licking at his hand, he rubs it over your sex, and both of you moan at the feeling. Screaming out his name again, and he looks down at where the two of your nether regions were just right there at each other.

Gripping the base of his cock, he runs it through your glistening folds, “You always get this wet?”

“You’ve been edging me all night.”

“I’ve been…been edging you,” he only teases his mushroom tip in, before pulling out, and slapping it over your clit. Choosing to ignore the bruises on your body for now. You were clenching around nothing. Your fingers reach up to him, and you were so cute when you were desperate. Pushing back into your heat, he pulls out. Your body was trying to suck him into your core, while you were just whining.

“I have had your ass on me most of the evening. And I was edging you. Nope,” he does it again, and you scream out in frustration. “You’re worked up Miss Honey,” you sit up, and look down your body and how Frank was just running his tip through your slicked up pussy lips. His precum making a mess, and your hole was being neglected.

“Frank, please, I need you,” he pushes in a bit further, but pulls out completely, and you push him off you, throwing your leg over him, and you press your hands against his chest, “I’ll do it myself,” grabbing the base of his cock, you slide yourself over him. Humming at the feeling. Sinking down slowly so you feel every part of him stretch you out, but you don’t stop until you rest on his pelvis.

The two of you just staring at one another while you get adjusted to him. Giving a few filthy grinds before you smile at him, “You fit perfectly in me,” he nods his head excitedly, starting to sit up in the bed. Bringing himself right up to you, and he cups your cheek. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to be too far away from you. Can you…?” You pull yourself off him before slamming right back down on him, and Frank nods. “Yeah. Yeah, you got this,” he stutters, watching you slowly sink over him. You wanted this moment to last. You needed something slow paced, where you learned Frank like this.

Your tits were right in his face, and he didn’t have anything better to do than to suck on your hardened buds. Those pretty baby blue eyes rolling up to look at you. His tongue and mouth work your nipple so good while your hips pull him in and out of you. “Frank,” you moan, slowing down even more. All night. You wanted to feel him all night.

“I know,” he answers, pulling your tit out with a pop. “We’re alone until noon tomorrow. You just have fun. Do what…whatever you want. Fuck. It’s been awhile. Fuck,” he grunts again, lifting up his hips to twist you on your back. Never leaving from inside your warmth. You fit him like a glove. He picks up the pace, rutting into you. His thumb creates tight little circles on your bundle of nerves. “My refractory period is quite short. We can do it again.”

“I don’t care as long as we can do it again.”

“Fuck!” His eyes roll into the back of his head as he starts railing into you. A beating pace that you didn’t want to come down from. Heat blooms in the pit of your stomach, and you smile up at him.

“Right there, Frank. Don’t stop. Don’t…” you bite at your lip as your walls lock around him. Pulling him down for a bruising kiss as your cunt milks his cock dry. Thick creamy cum filling up your cunt, and while fast, this was the best you had ever felt. “Frank,” your voice was wrecked, and you couldn’t wait to do this again. You hoped he had you twisted and hanging off the bed, you didn’t care what he did as long as he did it again.

“Shh, let me get you cleaned up. Get us some water and snacks. It’s going to be a long night.”

Still naked, his tight little ass walks through the house, and your eyes start to close. You could get used to him. Rules of being his kid’s teacher be damned, because you wanted him. You didn’t want just sex, you wanted him, and everything he had to offer, including Mary.

Bucky takes a long drag on his cigarette, pulling his phone up to his ear, “Find all you can on Frank Adler.”

“Why?”

“He’s fucking what belongs to me. And I’m going to have fun reminding her of who she belongs to. She can’t get away with trying to screw me over. She wants to act like a little slut. I’ll treat her like a little slut. I’ve got some videos. Maybe we need a private viewing of Miss Honey’s fucked out cunt leaking of my cum. Watch her lick the floor where I spilled out of her. See how tears mess up her makeup as her pussy gets a beating from my cock and those pretty tits just bounce around, and how she screams for more. Wonder how the dad’s in her classroom will feel about that sweet little teacher then. Make Frank watch as I loan her body out to each one of those dads. I’m tired of being nice. She’s been a very very bad girl. And now, it’s time for her to take her punishment.”

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 13

Gif Caption: Top Gif: The Avenger's from Marvel's the Avengers Bottom Gif: The classic Stranger things group from Netflix's Stranger Things.

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Reader: 18-19 | Female Reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Stephen Strange (MCU), Hanniable King (MCU) Daimon Hellstrom (MCU), Morbius the living Vampire (MCU), Blade (MCU), Jennifer Kale (MCU), Steve Grant/Marc Spector (MCU), Johnny Blaze/ Ghost Rider (MCU), Brucer Banner/ Hulk (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Natasha Romanoff (MCU), Steve Roggers (MCU), Bucky Barnes (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Vision (MCU) Eddie Brock/ Venom (MCU), Deadpool (MCU), Billy Russo (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST) Billy Hargrove (ST), Eddie Munson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Joyce Byers (ST)

A/n: this more of eludes to relationships Y/n has had with other marvel character including almost all midnight sons, Moonknight's the only one that doesnt make a full appearance.

Warnings: Y/n's Past, past abuse, stress eating, Hellstrom being the biggest bitch alive,

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New York city

You're true home.

Though it didn't seem like that much anymore.

You Missed Hawkin's clean air and its tiny little single gas station

New York had gas stations on every corner it seemed like

With a grocery store down every street.

Though New York hsd good character from its immigrants, a new face and culture around every corner, Hawkins had a cozy feeling, it nice to see a familiar face everywhere you turned and though New York could have that same feeling you just had to know too many people.

"Nice to be home." Natasha spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n responded.

"I don't know. I kind of liked the Farm life." Yelena spoke, "No fancy cars and aliens every two mintues."

"Please. A relish in the fact if its just aliens." Steve told.

Y/n looked out the window, "Where's dad having you take me today"

"Tony asked for you."

"Oh great." Y/n spoke.

"For what?"

"You'll see."

"He's throwing you a party." Bucky spoke.

"Buck!" Steve complained.

"What!? She's not a partier!"

It was true.

So instead of just getting rest or simply dwelling on Hawkins

Tony Stark was throwing you a welcome back party

It was small supposedly

It was not small at all

Sure you were glad to see, every superhero Tony could possibly invite

But your just not into partying you never will be.

But its too late either way

What are you going to do? Jump out the moving car into oncoming traffic

Actually?

Natasha can stop you before you too

So your stuck at this party.

You must be Honest It was nice to see Matt and Peter again.

But then they all started coming, Hanniable, Dr.Strange,

Who The f u c k brought Eddie and Venom all the way from SF just to be here

And the Gardians.

Half them didnt really realize you at first.

"Y/n?"

"In the flesh." Y/n spoke raising her glass half full with shirley-temple.

"Wow would you look at you." He contuined on, "Your so fuckin old now."

"Yes. Thank you Wade." Y/n spoke, "Hallujeah."

You actually see Tony for the first time when you go outside to get air.

"Mr.Party thrower taking a break. Never see that every day." Y/n spoke hoping up on the ledge and taking a seat.

"I knew you would follow." He spoke, proud of himself like he had make some crazy plan to get her out here.

"What did you do Stark?"

"You had quiet the semester in Hawkins. You and your dad." Tony told.

"Yeah well." Y/n spoke taking a drink of her soda, "Chaos always did follow me."

"My point exactly." Tony added, "wouldn't you like to deal with that Chaos. Legally."

"Okay you want something." Y/n told, "what is it."

Tony was silent, drinking his scotch in hand, great he had to drink befofe he told spilt the beans.

Y/n got up off the ledge, drink still sitting on the ledge.

He finished his drink.

"We need another Avenger-"

"Tony!"

"Y/n! Come on kid! Its the highest honor!-"

Y/n rolled her eyes, throwing her arm out to her sides in anger, hitting her glass off the ledge.

Shit.

The two looked over the edge, "Sorry!" She shouted hearing a car alarm go off soon after.

"A plus is I pay for shit like that." Tony defended.

"Im not becoming an avenger."

"Come on!"

He followed her from the porch, "come on! Give me a good reason why-"

"I've already kicked your ass once. Don't make me kick it again." Y/n argued, "thanks for the party."

You were quick to go back to the party in hopes of retreiving your bag and walking you way to Hell's Kitchen or even catch a train

Could you catch a train back to Hawkins?

Wouldnt be a bad idea

"If it isnt Y/n damn Castiglione- Castle- Russo?"

The voice stops her in the halls, "Whattya doin here Hellstrom?"

"Heard someone ran in with the devil."

"You heard Wrong."

He chuckled, "Well then. I came here to drink my soul in your name. Take a bottle."

A bottle of beer was shoved into her hand, "To hell!" He cheered pulling her along

Though you didnt drink what was in the bottle you were pushed into a crowd, forced to conversate.

Fuckin Hellstrom you swear

Luckily you ended up just standing near Vision near an open door to the balcony.

You guys made small talk here and there but nothing huge

Neither of you two are big talkers when it comes to small talk.

You also learned that Bottle Hellstrom shoved into your hands was actually a old fashion root beer, it was just soda.

Warm soda...ew.

So you went to get a different one

And the exits right there.

And you manage to waltz right out of the main room to go get your bag to go somewhere anyone but a party.

So with quick feet you make it out the tower going down on its various elevators.

Just to get caughtn by Bruce Banner- well Hulk technically.

"Sneaking away now are we?"

"God. Damn it." Y/n complained, "Please! Please don't make me go back! PLEASE!"

"Okay! Okay!" Bruce laughed, "You've convinced me."

"Oh thank god." Y/n sighed.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Bruce asked.

"What about that place that does a little bit of everything?" Y/n questioned

"Ooh! I like that place."

So. Instead of a party you, and the Hulk went to some tiny whole in the wall place, its once entrence down an Alley way.

Banner's tall and large form barely could squeeze through the door and into the small place with tacky decorations hanging from the ceiling hitting his head

There you both are sitting with bowls of ramen and a full pizza between you two.

"Okay Okay. So this. Kid. Opened a portal to another dimension and its easy to access?" Hulk asked, Y/n eating an absurbed amount noodles at once.

"So!-" Y/n spoke but stopped, chewing her food and swallowing, "Basically, the call it the Upside down...they basically broke the Acrobat Theroy."

"The Acrobat Theroy?" He asked, "What the hell is the Acrobat Theroy."

"Its similar to the String Theroy." Y/n replied.

"The existance of atleast 10 diffrent dimensions and they combined and unification of the energy they produce." Banner told, "We could go back and forth within time if mindkind was able to conquer said dimensions."

"Right." Y/n told, breaking the egg that sat in her broth, take in another chopstick full.

"Okay. So your telling. This Eleven year old-"

"No. No" y/n told, "Eleven is her name."

"Okay. So this girl. Eleven." Bruce told, "Created enough energy, to rip a black hole within time and space."

Y/n nodded, "and Had enough power to close it too."

"And you had no idea to call me." Bruce spoke in defense.

"I got busy." Y/n spoke in defense.

"Right Right. The flower head dogs."

"Demodogs."

"Is that like. A compound or-"

"Mhm!" Y/n hummed with a smile, "You'd love Dustin! You both and your compound shit."

So you two spent the night eating foods that shouldn't go together

Your salt intake is probally insane that night

Between Ramen, and Pizza. And a churro stand you guys found walkin around.

Okay you can't lie your stress eating.

You dont understand why, you're home, you're gonna be back in action, why be stressed? This is what you wanted orginally.

You're lucky you and Bruce are able to catch a midnight train

More of like a 2 am train

You two just talking

He understands what its like to get what you want just to realize you dont know what you want

He ends up taking you back to the Avengers Complex where the party is still goin on.

You suppose you have to crash there, everyone's been drinking.

"Y/n!?" Thor asked, he hadn't seen her the first round about.

"Hey Thor-"

"Move." Loki spoke dragging her along, "We both have much to talk about."

Loki drags you away to safety on a balcony.

"So. Hows my little red head shit disturber?" Loki asked, "Max!"

"Max Mayfeild?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes." Loki spoke, "She is the only red head there I stole quaters with."

"You Loki Layfeyson king of the Frost Giants-"

"Ah. Ah ah. God." Loki corrected.

"Point is." Y/n commented, "You care? About someone besides yourself?"

"Haha." Loki mocked.

Y/n leaned back in the chair, letting her feet rest on the edge of the balcony.

"She's good." Y/n spoke, "Shes good yeah."

"You're goin back soon Im assuming." Loki spoke, "I am hoping to accompany you, after all the winter months are upon us."

Y/n was silent, drinking her drink.

"You're not going back?" Loki questioned, "are you?"

"My dad sent me away here for training I don't know how long it'll take." Y/n answered, "Seeming Im at a party right now. It seems like a while."

You and Loki fall asleep on the loveseat on the porch, talking back and forth

You do alot of talking.

You wake up the next day and your in a bed.

WHO TF PUT YOU IN A BED.

You dont recongize this place at first

"Well. Guess we should get this shit show started then?"

"Ah. Dr.Douche. its just you." Y/n sighed Stephen leaning against the door fram with two mugs in hand.

"Slightly hurtful but I'll allow it." Stephen spoke walking in the room sitting next to her on the bed, "After all. Im gonna hurt you alot more than you'll ever hurt me."

Y/n raised a brow taking the mug, "what?"

"You're training?" Stephen responded.

"Already? Does that mean I get to be done quicker?"

"Theoretically." He spoke, "Though. We have choosen to join train you-"

"We?" Y/n asked.

"There she is!"

"Ah shit its Hellstrom." Y/n complained.

"He's here to break you." Strange spoke.

"Im sorry-" y/n defended.

"Part of his training."

"Now. Shall we take a trip to hell?" Hellstrom smiled

"Breakfast first?" Y/n asked, "Please?"

"I control a part of hell. Im not evil."

So why you're about to take a walk to Hell, Hawkins was. Well Hawkins

Munson often was seen by your locker, it now empty and free to open and close as pleased due to the lock no locker being there.

Though you called him a Freak, it was in all good fun, he liked it. Like receiving a nickname.

You were actually one of the few nice to him.

When Eddie wasnt there Billy was often there.

Yeah his locker was right besides Y/n's at one point but he cant help but expect some snarky commented to come from the closed locker door.

"Awe. Missed me Hargrove?"

Thats what he expected, snarky and full of confidence.

And the kids were the same way, often wanting to call you at the end of there days, to ask who you defeated. Who you teamed up with.

A cork board being set up in the AV room often peices of newspaper clipps focused around articles they thought assumed to you or any art someone had done in the paper that looked like you

Steve took it hard. He took it real hard.

Dating just didnt seem important anyone.

Wanting a lady on his arm seemed...unimportant

He rather be carried bridal style in your arms out of class at any given day.

Nancy had gotten closer to him, but played too much, after all she did and said, she was still kissing on Jonathan

So it just pushed Steve's buttons more.

Then there was Frank.

Frank Castle. The big bad Punisher

Had sunken into work, it was easier to be distracted than dwell

But within doing so. Not facing a heart breaking decision, he left everyone behind, locked the door to your room and threw away the key.

Bringing you home is what he wanted most. And he knew if he just faltered the slightest, he would cave and you'd come running home.

Like litterally you'd run home, barefoot if you had too

So. No contact with you was best

But in response to those surpressed Emotions: Joyce was unfortunately sandwiched between

And arguements started, multiple, but just because Frank was the Punisher didnt mean she was leaving him alone.

During one of these said Arguments at his place, the phone rang, and Joyce answered it despite being told not to.

It was you, you sounded exhausted, tired, desperate to even talk to him, but before Joyce could say anything Frank just grabbed the phone not with anger, not snatching it out of her hand, but softly grabbing it and hanging it up

That explained alot to Joyce.

Meanwhile Y/n's litterally suffering during this training.

Sure combat was combat fighting came easy to her.

But it was the mental training.

The litteral mental torture while she tried not to break.

"Let me out."

Hellstrom sat in a chair, across from hers the chair backs touching each other. Both sat in said chairs facing one another.

"Let me out."

"I'll let you out when you face this-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

Shouts and glass breaking could be heard from the other room. Her younger self shouting for her brother. Who Y/n knew had been knocked unconscious.

"I can't fuckin' train you if you don't break!" Hellstrom shouted back.

"Break?!" Y/n asked getting up, he following suit, "You want me to break!? Well it aint happenin! I've survied this! I conquered this! I won! So let me go. Now."

She pushed past him, he grabbing her by the bicep but she turned around quickly grabbing the half empty bottle on the table, pulling away from him.

"Hit me again. And I'll drop it." She threatened.

"I didn't hit you." Hellstrom defended himself.

Y/n looked at the bottle in hand, "I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" He asked, "Direct that towards me?"

Y/n set the bottle on the table, "I'm leaving. Be you like it or not."

Hellstrom watched her walk away, "so you dont want to the bottle of alcholol to go with that?"

"Fuck you Daimon!" Y/n argued walking towards the door seeing the Sanctum hallway infront of her, "thank you for not putting me in hells hallway."

"Yeah of course." He sighed, opening the bottle she once threatened to break, "Ask Strange to portal me some ice would you?"

Y/n walked out the room, closing it behind her with a slam. A pentagram branding the door almost as a in use bathroom sign.

You walked you way past Strange, who was telling you what needed to be done in training.

"Im leaving." Y/n told him walking into her room packing her bag.

"And where are you going to go-"

"Anywhere. But here." Y/n told, "Fuck your midnight sons, fuck magic and Fuck You."

"What good is doing you running away?" Stephen argued.

"Gets me away from New York. Im going to Hawkins-"

"You're not ready-"

"Im ready when I say Im ready." Y/n told turning to him, "Im ready."

"Very well." Stephen spoke, "go stay with Blaze for the rest of the day. I'll take you home tommrow."

Y/n grabbed her things, quickly packing her things.

Johnny Blaze was at the sanctum within the hour.

Thank god for him

He was quiet, and was a good listener while he usually worked on his bike

So you were more than glad when he picked you up on his bike

Just to take you back to his place where you both sat in a garage, he fixing up his bike, he never did stop working on.

"You can sleep wherever." He explained, "My bed is free."

Y/n sat on the futon, Johnny getting back to his bike.

"There's some pizza rolls in the freezer if ya want them."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke getting up.

"Get me a beer while your at it please.'

So you made pizza rolls and grabbed a beer and a old fashion creme soda.

Bringing it over he thanked you, and asked for a wrench on the table

Johnny Blaze was a quiet character compared to other midnight sons and despite his appearance when litterally a burning skull that worked with Hell flames he was a decent dude that liked the silence and working on his bike.

Often the listener of you retelling yours and Frank arguements

So he was quick to pick up that you were angry when he even picked you up

"So where did you and Frank hide out?" Johnny asked.

"Hawkins, Indiana." Y/n responded, handing him the beer he taking one of the pizza rolls from her plate as well, she taking the initiative to simply sit next to him.

"How was it?" He asked, holding a bolt between his lips, "Nothin like the city eh?"

"Yeah..." y/n spoke, "nothin like the city."

"That a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

"Im not sure..." y/n responded.

"What's so great about Hawkins then?"

Y/n laid back, knees up, plate on her stomach.

"You'd love it. Road. The road it just. Goes on. And on." Y/n told him, "and its just dead set in the middle of no where with trees beyond what you'd assume is the horzion. And a Quarry. Oh it's a beatiful sight..."

Johnny listened intently. Her drag off seemed...off, like there was suppose to a 'but,' and a long slew of bad things about Hawkins.

"But?" Johnny asked.

"But what?" Y/n questioned.

"But nothing?" He probed, "Nothing. Bad."

Y/n sat in thought, he looking down at her, "There's this. Guy."

"There it is..." he mummbled going back to work on his motorcycle, "Does this Guy, have a name?"

"Steve. Harrington." Y/n told, "he's. Something else...he's...sweet...like the color blue..."

She chuckled, "he's one hell of a baby sitter for sure."

"And whats this guy look like?"

Y/n thought, "he's got these beatiful brown eyes there dark usually, yet when they glass over they lighten, it's really a sadness in beauty thing, cheesey crap."

Y/n popped a pizza roll in her mouth, "Well don't worry. You're goin back tommrow, enjoy love while you can. You can't protect it once its gone."

Y/n was silent and probbed over Johnny's words, she looked up at the ceiling. He made a good point. She wanted to protect Steve.

"You've lost." Y/n explained sitting up, "before."

"Lost?" Johnny asked.

"Lost. Battles. Fights ya know....people." y/n told.

"Yeah... I have." He answered, "At the end of the day it's yourself that holds you back."

Y/n hummed in response.

The next day come, you knocking on the door to the Sanctum.

Stephen's surpised you came back on your own to get portaled back home

But you tell him you're staying, and just want to finish this training as quick as you can.

That includes Hellstrom's training in your own little hell

From that point on, you've vanished from Hawkins

No more Letters to the kids, Billy or Steve

Postcards are rare and so are newspaper clippings

Calls stop all together, especially to Frank

He catches himself staring at the phone sometimes thinking your going to call

But you dont

You want to get back to Hawkin's as soon as you can

And the only way to do that is to do this training.

7 days a week almost 24 hours a day you're busy.

Except for sleeping, they do make you sleep

You were busy just with mental training with Hellstrom and Strange

Until you started opening portals.

There not strong yet, but good enough for now

And because you can portal yourself places Training with the other midnight sons become a weekly thing.

Luckily trainning often happens in pairs or in a group

Especially the vampire group: Hanniable, Blade amd Morbius often come at you in one on three in combat training.

Sure you can handle one, maybe two. But by youself your getting floored every three seconds.

By the time you could actually dodge and actually fight the three at once it's nearing spring

And with constant training, you're able to fight, take down each one

You thought yes! You did it you were fucking done!

Here comes Jennifer Kale.

"NOO!"

"THATS RIGHT BITCH IM BACK!" Kale cheered.

"I thought I was done!" Y/n complained, covered in bandages and bruises, "I thought this was the last one!"

"Come on. Sure they could train you but lets be honest." She spoke, "you need a woman to train you."

"And thats suppose to mean what?" Morbius argued.

"Well with that response it means I ticked you off." She spoke with a smirk, "Just like I wanted. Plus I mean look at her."

"I think im fine-"

"Sweetie you're covered in bandages with baggy chlothes and Blades old vest." She told, "You could use lady time."

So there she was dragging you away, you mouthing "help me" to the men who stood there

They did nothing

And you're off to do some "girl time"

Which is litterally go and eat with somewhere

"So hows it go?"

"Im tired." Y/n explained.

"Well you are trying to squeeze every Midnight Son training you before Summer starts."

"I'd like to be with my dad for my birthday." Y/n explained, "since I didn't get christmas with him."

She smiled, "So. What do you want from me? You know training wise? Johnny's letting you build a hell on wheels bike, I know You've beat Marcs ass before. The Vampire gang is beatin the shit out of you and you them, Strange and Hellstrom got the mind part. What do you want from me?"

"How-"

"Magic." Jennifer told.

"Right.." Y/n mumbled eating some of her food.

"Yet you're still bothered." She explained, "What is it?"

"I've done the training. I've cut everyone off to focus on it. I beat the trio more than once. I can open portals and read every book in the libary. I've watched and accepted what Hellstrom's put infront of me. My own past, what I thought I conquered," Y/n explained, "So why am I still struggling."

"Well. Hellstrom is essentially using magic on you." She explained, "Magic gets deep inside you."

"But I don't get it. Hellstrom has been using his damn devil door the whole time. It's the same thing! Over and Over! It's the same damn day every damn time. Im there. In. In that room Billy and I-"

"Billy?" Jennifer asked, "You're brother? Billy Russo?"

"Yeah." Y/n explained.

"Ever think it's Billy in your way instead of yourself?" Jennifer infromed.

"No..he left....that same day. I watch him walk out that door 24/7 when Im in that damn hell hole." Y/n defended.

"You ever follow him out the door?"

"What?" Y/n asked, "no. Why would I? It's just generic hell beyond that point."

"Hellstrom's got a way with his doors." Jennifer informed, "He's arrgoant and an ass. Won't give you advice, rather you scream and shout at him. Till you cry. He's brutal. Try the door trick- Hey are you gonna eat your peice of cheesecake?"

"No here take it."

"Oh. Love the leather jacket by the way. Never liked brown to much myself."

"Yeah. Thanks."

So while you guys ate you talked about other things.

Nothing too big

She's said she teaching you in blocking magic and it's spells rather than teach you magic itself

So that training starts as soon as tommrow.

But what She had said about following your brother throughout what Hellstrom had set you in was something that plauged the back of your mind.

So you sit back at that crummy table, filled with alcholol and old mugs.

Hellstrom's smoking at the table reading a paper.

You got up, walking out the room the area familiar to you from the past. Its easy to follow the shouting, but before your even in the room, a young Billy Russo is rushing past you to leave.

Following him, he opens the front door despite the screaming and shouting in the background.

His steps are quick and almost hard to follow, you tripping over the tipped over hallway table.

He closed the door with a slam before you could get to him, you rushed to open the door after him hoping nothing had changed.

Yet when you open it and stumble out it the door closing on its own behind you and your left in a New York Alleyway.

Going to turn around to go back the door was gone

"Wait! Wait! Hellstorm! I don't have my sling ring! Hellstorm! Hello!?" Y/n called, unknown if she qas in a diffrent section of hell or in the real world.

She walked out of the alleyway. If this was hell or a diffrent part, Wow. The devil has been busy rendering and mapping out New York.

Y/n looked around, its night outside, and there's a bar across the street it' open and mildly busy.

Checking her pockets she had some cash on her. She walked across the street, jay walking like it was no ones bussniess. Walking inside she went to the bar.

"Can I help you kid?"

"Yeah. You sell food?'

"Yeah."

"Cool I'll have the cheapest thing on the menu." Y/n explained, "and change for the phone booth."

He took the money from her, she taking a seat next to a man in black.

"Hey Billy..."

"Hey..."

Y/n was quiet, "How'd you know?"

"I. Its a hunch." Y/n spoke softly, "We're siblings arent we?"

He took a drink of his beer, "If you found me this easy. Frank must he with you."

"No." Y/n responded, "Just me..."

"Ricardo." Billy spoke up catching the bartenders attention, "Get her a rootbeer float would you?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Y/n spoke with a smile, the man walking off to go make the drink with a nod.

It was silent for a moment, Y/n looking at the wooden bar.

"So. What have you been doing?" Billy asked, Y/n shurggung.

"Just the usual..." Y/n answered, "Im in highschool now...was."

"Wow." He spoke, "didnt work out for you?"

Y/n shrugged, "I..it was really...I really liked it."

A smile fell onto her face, "I really loved it."

"Where were you going then? To school?"

"I..can't..."

"Yeah." He spoke, Y/n slidding him the untouched root beer.

"Right. Sorry..."

Y/n thanked the man who set a bowl of chips and a rootbeer float infront of her, along with change.

"I wish I could...I shouldn't even be talking to you-"

"You could come with me any time. You know that." Billy quickly intruppted, wanting nothing more than to be with his sister once again.

"I...I know." Y/n responded, "Billy. I. Can't trust you no more. Not like I use too."

"I know. Me and Frank-"

"No. Its. You. Just you." Y/n responded, "You left me at Walsah's-"

"Don't say his name."

Y/n was silent, "Alright. You left me there. And I went back. And I killed him."

"It was you..."

"It was me." Y/n responded, "I did that because I love you. Because I thought that would make us close again. Maybe you'd come running. But you didnt. You ran. Again. But this time. You ran from me-"

"Me? You ghosted me. I'm your brother-"

"Is it bad that I needed time for myself?" Y/n responded, "I spent all my life, trying to grow up so when you see me again you'd be proud of me. But you werent coming back- you never did. So I killed Arthur Walsh and I did that for you. You Billy. And despite what you did. To me. To Frank. I still love you. You're my brother. But I betray the people who love me and have my back, just so I could be selfish and see you. So. Russo...next time I see you. Be ready for a fight."

Billy was shaking with anger, and tears glossed over both of there eyes. A final goobye.

Y/n got up, thanking the bar tender and walking away from Billy and out the door.

"Well I'll be damned." Daimon spoke up leaning against the glass, "Someone finally broke. Welcome to the Midnight Sons."

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naraven · 1 year

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team comp: my edition!

stealing @throwaway-yandere's idea bc i thought it would be fun and i was brainrotting about scara/xiao anyways :D

my most recent 5 star is xiao, who is now level 90 with semi-leveled up talents! he's so fun i'm even more upset that i lost him to the 50/50 a year ago (i'm sorry diluc i don't hate you, but please stop coming home i just wanted the silly jumping adeptus,,,)

wahoo! here we gooo

wanderer / bennett

Probably didn't like Bennett AT ALL, most likely saw his bad luck as a nuisance to the rest of the group.

But then he saw Bennett just trying his best, fully-charged burst boosting him as he demolishes everything in his path (god i love his ult ily benny)

(He cares ok, I'm not taking constructive criticism this stupid puppet cares for people)

Bennett was scared of the wanderer as a whole at first: with his intimidating and somewhat quiet first impression, he gets even more scared when he laughs maniacally while turning a hilichurl camp to dust in a minute flat.

I think he probably admires his strength and Scara now becomes a semi-motivation for Benny to become stronger LOL

"I wish that kid would stop yelling so much. His shrieks are shrill on the ears. I'll probably get used to it after a while, what with his luck being as atrocious as it is."

"He's so strong! I'll admit the way he fights is somewhat terrifying, but I don't mind it as much anymore. It's cool to know that such a strong person is a part of Benny's Adventure Team!"

~~~

"Hey, kid, watch my back. I'm too busy to be watching yours."

"Wo-ah! Alright, go wild Mr. Wanderer!"

"Don't call me that."

"Eek! Yes, sir!"

wanderer / zhongli

Wanderer wouldn't know that Zhongli's the former geo archon, so his long monologuing about Liyue culture are just the ramblings of a guy who has an ancient soul.

Every once in a while, Wanderer will listen in on Zhongli's stories of the adepti or about the land they currently stand on.

I think Scaramouche would like the stories of the different flora and fauna (no this isn't about fall in fall his teapot lines have him admiring the Sumeru forests ok).

Zhongli finds the strange Wanderer to be somewhat of an enigma. From letters that the dendro archon sent him, his mental stability was not the best before he started traveling around Teyvat.

At first, he was careful to make sure the others were safe and that the Wanderer's temper wouldn't go out of control.

But the more he travels with him, he sees the care in his eyes when he picked up Bennett when the boy accidently tripped and almost fell off a low cliff.

In a flash, the Wanderer has the back of Bennett's shirt in a tight grip with two circles hovering behind his head.

"He talks so much, but sometimes that nonsense can be somewhat entertaining. I've learned more about Liyue in the short time I've been near him than I have in my centuries long life."

"His words are quite frank, but I have no worries that he will harm anyone that I care about. Even if he is often harsh and without filter, I will make sure he doesn't hurt anybody."

~~~

"Old man."

"Ah, apologies. I didn't realize we had already arrived. I will continue the story at a later date."

"No, keep going. We'll probably have to wait for that adeptus to save the kid from something on the way."

"Haha, of course. Then, where was I? I believe I was telling you about the followers of the goddess of salt..."

xiao / bennett

As usual, Xiao is cautious to be around normal humans; his karmic debt isn't great for them to be around for long.

But then Bennett happened, which caused those plans to throw itself down the chasm.

Is this human... doing this on purpose? The amount of times that the anemo adeptus had to save the unlucky boy has probably exceeded the number of years Xiao has been alive.

On the other hand, Bennett has actively tried to avoid getting into any difficult situations. He's scared that the adeptus will show up out of nowhere and hear him sigh for the nth time.

In return, he tries to make him almond tofu, which somehow ends up wrong in so many different ways (the pudding part is too hard, it's a bit misshapen, but when Xiao takes a bite it tastes like the sweetest of dreams).

"He's just like any other foolish mortal, putting himself in danger to prove his worth. But, in his case, I don't believe he's doing it intentionally..."

"I thought Adeptus Xiao would also be somewhat scary like the Wanderer, but he's really nice! Only when I don't trip and fall into the water again..."

~~~

"Adeptus Xiao! Do you wanna come with me to grab some Cor Lapis for Mr. Zhongli?"

"What for? This seems rather spontaneous."

"Well, I thought it would make a good gift! Besides, I think he wanted to get a bit stronger too."

"...Is that so? Very well then. I'll help you find some on Mt. Hulao."

bennett / zhongli

As the two supports of the team, they often sideline while the two anemo DPS go wild.

Bennett being the youngest of the team looks up to Zhongli, the oldest, and tries to listen to Zhongli as much as he can. He thinks it would help him in the future.

Of course, he learns a lot about the rich history of another nation, but Bennett finds himself becoming an overall better person to the people around him.

Zhongli also has a soft spot for the clumsy Mondstadtian boy. His optimism and bright outlook often has Zhongli smiling at the energy of the youth.

Rambles to him about rocks. Every single rock Bennett brings to him he could talk about for hours. Third-Round Knockout's storyteller has learned so much from these two eating meals there.

"Mr. Zhongli always has something and interesting to say! I've learned a lot from him and I want to be like him someday."

"As a child from Mondstadt, he's very free-spirited. Barbatos' people have no problem speaking their mind, which is very different from the mora-centered businesses of Liyue. I enjoy his company very much."

~~~

"Hey Mr. Zhongli! How are you today?"

"I'm doing alright. I was on my way to accompany the adeptus Xiao to Wangshu Inn. Would you like to come?"

"Wangshu Inn? Sure, I'm down! What for?"

"Just for a quick talk and visit. It won't take up too much of your time."

xiao / zhongli

Poor Xiao still isn't used to acting like Zhongli is a stranger, occasionally slipping up every once in a while and calling him "my Lord."

It just feels so... odd to be addressing him as anything else. Of course, he means well, he's trying his best to accommodate for his now-human Lord

Zhongli is glad to see Xiao doing well, despite his karmic debt. While he feels upset that he can't do anything to help with Xiao's pain, he tries to remind him to take his medicine every once in a while.

On the battlefield, they work as harmoniously as melody and harmony. As Xiao takes care of all the enemies, Zhongli is right beside him to make sure nothing catches him off guard.

(Not that Xiao needs it, but he's just happy that Zhongli is there :D)

"Ah yes, Rex-the consultant. I often find him talking to the director and more recently that young Mondstadtian. I wish that I could talk to him a bit more loosely, and yet..."

"Have you talked to Xiao recently? I worry he hasn't been taking his medicine recently. Perhaps I should go to Bubu Pharmacy myself sometime soon."

~~~

"My L- Zhongli. Bennett and that Wanderer are waiting."

"Ah, my apologies. Please tell them I might take a while longer. The bamboo and meat are simmering still."

"I will. However, while the Wanderer has yet to say he craves to eat anything, the mortal's stomach is grumbling..."

wanderer / xiao

(i purposely put this one last LMAO what do you get when you put two an-emos together on a team)

They might seem to get along, but they're the most tense on the team.

While Wanderer is often taking center stage, Xiao isn't a selfless offensive member either.

When they aren't competing to see who kills more enemies, they get into the pettiest of arguments.

Wanderer still retains the part of himself that likes to tempt people to becoming angry, and while Xiao knows that he still often scowls and glares at the other anemo vision wielder.

One time, Zhongli wanted them to get a bit closer by having them eat a meal together. When he came back, he found the food cold with Xiao unleashing attack after attack on the hovering Wanderer.

When asked, Xiao refuses to answer what happened and the Wanderer is smiling awfully.

"I find it hilarious when that adeptus tries to look at me. What is it about other long-living beings and finding me so suspicious? Maybe later I'll steal his kill again to see how he snaps back."

"That man is nothing but trouble. I heard from... Zhongli that he almost wrecked havoc in Sumeru. It doesn't help that he's often an insufferable brat-"

~~~

"Hey there Adeptus Xiao. Care to spare a moment with little ole me?"

"What do you want."

"Calm down, I just wanted to see if you knew where that pharmacy assistant was. The zombie one?"

"What are you planning?"

"Ugh, I regret asking you. You're like an overbearing mother."

"Come back, I asked what you were planning on doing to her."

"You know, if you asked nicely I would have given you the fight you wanted."

#wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #bennett #xiao #zhongli #genshin impact #genshin x reader #i wrote this in one day #idk where i got the strength from #i havent written this much since fall in fall #insane

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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MORE THAN OUR SCARS -

PART 1

Bundled up in a hoodie & leather jacket, Billy Russo makes his way through the dark streets of New York. Billy has taken to solo walks through the city at night. The need to be away from people has been growing. Six months ago, Bill and his team went up against Kingpin & the mission went sideways. He was able to get his men out & from what he can tell, Wilson Fisk hasn't pinpointed the breach to him & Anvil. However, Bill suffered. He was caught in the explosion & suffered sevre head & facial wounds, resulting in short term amnesia, migraines & a mosaic of scars across his once beautiful face. He remembers his time with the Marines & starting Anvil upon his release, but after that, it's a blank. People keep looking to him with expectations. Do you remember me? Do you remember anything more? His best friends, Frank & Curtis, don't bring it up, but he sees it in their eyes. Hidden in the shadows, people don't gawk at him & his scars.

This particular night, he's making his way back to Anvil, when he comes across a man dragging a kid down the stoop stairs & attempting to stuff him into the back seat of a car. The kid was fighting back but his struggles were pathetic. The man kept punching and beating the kid. Something in Billy snaps. He remembers the beating he got trying to fight off Arthur as a kid during his stay at the Ray of Hope children's home. He sneaks up behind the man & brings the butt of his gun down on the back of his head. He crumples to the street. He grabs the kid by the sleeve & drags him down the street. After a while, the kid starts pulling against his grip & fighting against him now.

Bill gives him a tooth rattling shake, "Knock it off! I ain't gonna hurt you. You want him to wake up and find you??" The kid lands a hard kick to Billy shin & tries to bolt, but Bill grabs his hoodie, "You ungrateful shit!" The hood falls back & he realizes it's not a kid, it's a woman.

******

You struggle harder to get away, but this guy's grip is like iron. His hands slides down to your elbow, "Jesus Christ! Hey! Hey! I'll let you go, but don't run. Understand me? We aren't safe yet."

You stare up at him with wide eyes. Beneath a hoodie of his own, is a striking face laced with horrific scars. "Please let me go. I won't say anything."

Shakes his head, "We need to get off the street right now. I only knocked him out. I didn't kill him, he'll be up looking for you." He hears your quiet whimper. "I promise you can ask all the questions you want. My office is nearby, lets just get there first." He grips your hand and pulls you along.

The longer you run, the more labored your breathing gets. Your pretty sure your ribs are cracked again. Breathing is like fire & you silently cry & run. "I can't," pulling your hand free & wrapping your arms around your middle. "Thank you for helping me..."

"What's wrong? It's just around the corner. A little further. Do you want me to carry you?" You shake your head & wipe away your tears. "C'mon, sweetheart. We're almost there. We're so close." His big hand wraps around yours and you follow him. He's set a slower pace for you.

You turn the corner & come up on a warehouse complex along the Hudson River & you both head to the guard shack, "Lemme in." The guards open the gates, "Evening, Mr Russo."

"Wh...what's this place?"

"It's my company. We're safe here." You nod, but all of a sudden you start to shake with the chills and your vision dims. You know you're going to hit the ground and your brace for the impact, but it never happens. You get pulled into darkness.

*******

You wake with a jolt and you cry out, your body protesting with a wave of pain. "Easy." You feel hands on your arms holding you immobile. You open your eyes to see the man who saved you, looming over you. Despite his scarred appearance, something in you calms. A look of surprise crosses his face. Like he was expecting you to run screaming away from him. "Your safe." You settle & nod. He steps back into the doorway.

"Where am I?"

"You fainted once we got through the gates. It was probably shock. I brought you up here. I converted the top floor into my residence. Billy Russo, by the way."

"Y/N" Slowly, you notice you're missing your clothes & all you're wearing is a large tshirt. "Where are my clothes?" You ease yourself up against the headboard.

Billy nods at the nightstand on the other side of the bed. "They're clean." He's expecting you to freak out, but you're oddly calm. You stare at him. "I have a medic on hand here, I didn't know what was wrong with you after you passed out. I had her look you over. I can call her back if you want to talk to her."

You whisper, "Did you undress me?" He shrugs. "What did she tell you?"

Billy's eyes turn hard & his jaw clenches. You see the tick in his muscles. "She was with you at all times, I wasn't some pervert, but you were dead weight & she needed help."

"I didn't think you were."

"You have some cracked ribs, but nothing broken. Multiple bruises. In varying degrees of healing. Scars. Scars to rival mine," he said with a tilt of his head. You stare at him, as tears fall down your cheeks. He walks into the adjoining bathroom & returns with Tylenol & a glass of water. "You're probably in some pain."

"Thank you." You swallow the pills, "Thank you for your help last night."

"Who was that guy trying to shove you in a car?" He crosses his arm across his chest.

"I ran away & he was hired muscle to bring me back."

"Who are you running from? Husband?" Was that jealousy you hear?

"No. It's complicated."

"I think you owe me an explanation. I should know who I got tangled up with by saving your ass."

"I owe you shit! I didn't ask for your help!" You struggle to get out of bed, not caring you're only in a shirt. He's already seen you in less.

"Calm down. Sit!" He stalks over to you & you back away, until you hit the bed & sit. He braces his hands on either side of your hips & you lean back to look up into his face. You're angry with him, yet you also want to cradle his face wishing to ease his pain from his scars. They still are angry red slashes; fresh wounds. "Whoever you are running from is probably still going to be hunting for you. I can only keep you safe if I have all the information I need."

"You can't keep me safe from him. He owns me. It's for the best if I leave. He'll never know I was here. I won't say anything."

"Where can you go that he won't find you? You're safe with me, here, wipes away your tears, "Who owns you?"

"I belong to Kingpin."

@idaofinfinity @jvanilly

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waty-art · 1 year

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Stranger Danger

Before you read this I would just like to let you know that this more of a modern au fanfic. Also small disclaimer, this contains a scene with attempted kidnapping just in case you are uncomfortable with that, but please know this is entirely fictional! thank you so much.

Halloween was always a holiday that the brothers looked forward to, but as they got older of course the idea of walking around a dark neighborhood on a night where no one could tell who was who, became less exciting.

An incident happened on this holiday night that made the Hardy boy's not look forward for the next time Halloween came around. Joe was only 10 years old and Frank was 12, and the two were currently walking down their neighborhood's street with their father Fenton Hardy.

It was a chilly night in Bay port, but it wasn't too cold. The Boys had refused to wear a jacket, too determined to show off their costumes.

Frank's costume resembled a doctor with his oversized lab coat, and he even had a fake stethoscope to make it more realistic.

Joe's costume was bound to be one of his favorite things from him to watch on tv, a cowboy. He had the signature hat for all western heroes, a brown leather vest and a plastic gun hanging on his hip, which did not come out of its holster, due to it being one piece.

“I bet I can get more candy than you can tonight!” Joe challenged cheerfully as he swung his candy bag and strode down the sidewalk with his brother and father. "Why does everything have to be a competition with you?" Frank sighed.

“Because, I'm good at winning!” Joe shot back with a teasing grin.

Frank only frowned at him in response. The first house they went to was their friend Chet Morton's house.

Chet's father opened the door to find the three Hardys and laughed.

“Your costumes suit you.” Chet's father chuckled as he held out a bowl of candy to the brothers.

Frank and Joe's eyes sparkled when they looked into the bowl, but their awe ended when Chet's father stated they could only take one.

Fenton laughed heartily as he conversed with Chet's father, the two were just as good friends as their boy's were with each other.

While they conversed tricker treaters came and passed, but Frank and Joe were stuck listening to the two men jaw away. The two tried to ask their father to leave without being rude but whenever Joe would tap his father, Fenton would tell him to be patient and polite.

“We're never gonna get out of here!” Joe exclaimed under his breath. “It'll be our bedtime and we'll only have one measly piece of candy to show for it!”

Frank was just as disappointed, but he remained quiet. “C'mon, we're getting outta here.” Joe ordered as he grabbed his brother's hand and began to sneakily drag him away from the front porch.

Frank suddenly protested once they reached the sidewalk. “Wait! Aren't we not supposed to go out alone?“ Frank asked hesitantly.

Joe only rolled his eyes and retorted. “We aren't toddlers any more, and I'm pretty sure we'll be fine. Plus if dad gets mad I'll take all the blame.”

“you better.” Frank warned seriously.

Joe laughed and pulled his brother with him to go to the next house

“Trick or treat!” Frank and Joe said in unison as the door to the house opened slowly.

There stood a man in his early 40s with messy brownish-grey hair and stubble on his face. He stood there for a few seconds, just staring at the two boys, causing Frank to drop his small smile in confusion. Joe on the other hand narrowed his eyes, looking the man up in down with suspicion.

“Ah- hello boys, don’t you two look nice tonight.” The man complimented, but it somehow sounded off to the brothers. “Um, my candy is in the kitchen, why don’t you come inside and get it?”

Now, that was a big red flag. Frank’s eyes widened, while Joe glared at the man.

The middle aged man suddenly realized the kids were a lot smarter than they looked.

“Damn it!” The man growled under his breath, his expression changing in an instant into anger and desperation.

Joe quickly grasped Frank’s hand in his and tried to race down the porch steps, but it was too late. The man held Frank’s arm in a death grip, pulling him towards the open door.

Joe was screaming and panicking, trying to think what his father would do in this situation. That’s when he just decided to just do something, anything! Joe screamed and shouted at the top of his lungs for help while he and Frank were being dragged into the man’s house.

Joe and Frank fought, kicking, biting, and screaming, but the man would not let go. Joe and Frank knew the second the door to this house closed, they would never be found again. This is why when The man kicked the door shut, tears were forming in Frank’s and Joe’s frightened eyes, but both refused to let them spill. Joe couldn’t take it anymore, he had to find a way out of here!

“Let us go you bastard!” Joe spat vehemently. If they weren’t in the situation they were in Frank would’ve scolded Joe for his vocabulary, but instead Frank was determined to pull himself free from the man’s grasp.

“Neither of you are leaving this place!” The man shot back, yanking the boys towards what Joe assumed was the basement door.

Frank was on the verge of sobbing and Joe was panicking like crazy, as the two to struggled in vain. Suddenly someone was pounding rapidly on the front door. “Bam, bam, bam!” Everyone in the room froze.

“Open up you damned bastard! If you so much as touch my boys I’ll-“ came a furious and familiar voice from behind the door, it was muffled, but they still heard it.

The boys began screaming for their father, knowing he was on the other side of the door, but unfortunately this caused the man to snap. He impulsively smacked a screaming Frank in the face hard.

Joe stopped struggling and stared at his brother’s now red cheek, the tears in Frank’s eyes finally spilling down his face as he tried to hold back a choked sob. Joe saw red, and lost it. The blonde lunged at the man scratching hand biting the arm that held him in an iron grip.

The man let out shouts of pain as he tried to shake a feral Joe off, completely letting go of Frank in the process. Frank took this opportunity to rush to the front door of the house and yank it open, while Joe raised his leg and kicked the man where it hurts.

The man let out a gasp of pain and fell to the floor, only to have a fist smash into his face roughly. There stood Fenton Hardy, who had just given him a black eye that would definitely form on his face soon.

Fenton pierced the man with a murderous glare as he gripped the messy-haired man by the collar of his shirt. “I will kill you you son of a bitch!” Fenton growled, raising his fist to strike the man in the face again, but just then, a hand tugged violently on his trench coat.

It was Joe, who stood next to him with a furious expression, and what he said surprised Fenton.

“Dad, not now!” Joe demanded angrily. Fenton looked behind him to see Frank staring at the scene in fright, his tear stained face etched with horror. Fenton suddenly realized that Frank was not able to handle much more. Just then four officers came rushing into the house, squad car blaring it’s sirens loudly outside.

“Hardy! We’re here! Is everyone ok?” One officer asked in concern, while the others raced towards Fenton and the man in pain.

Fenton let go of the man, letting him fall to the floor and allowing the cops to drag the man out of the house to the awaiting squad car. Fenton then looked down to say something to Joe, but he was missing from where he was a second ago. Fenton turned around to find Joe hugging Frank tightly in his arms, and Frank trying his best not to let anyone see that he was crying. Frank had always been more sensitive than his younger sibling, but hated to show it.

Of course Joe knew this, so Fenton watched as Joe took off his cowboy hat, which had by now fallen off his head and only stayed on him because of the draw string, and placed it on Franks head.

Joe pulled it down enough to hide his brother’s face, and once he was satisfied he looked to Fenton. “Dad, when can we go home?” Fenton was shocked first of all that Joe was acting so calm for what had just happened, but he knew that his youngest was most likely shaken to his core and refused to show it. Unfortunately, Fenton was so overcome with emotions that he decided to scold his children before anything else.

“What on earth were you two thinking? How could you two just leave? Of all the horrible ideas!” Fenton ranted, his voice growing in volume as he made his way over to the boys. “Frank! What is wrong with you? You should know better, you’re the oldest! I’m holding you responsible for this!” Fenton hadn’t noticed, but he directed his shouting at Frank, who was most likely already blaming himself for the whole thing. Fenton then reached his hands out to grab Frank in frustration, overtaken by the anxiety and fear he had felt when he heard their screams before they were pulled in the house.

Instantly Joe stepped in between his father and brother, stretching his arms out on either side to let Fenton know that he wasn’t going to let his father get any closer to Frank.

Fenton stared incredulously at Joe who only glowered angrily up at his dad, keeping his protective stance in front of his brother who was looking at his father with a terrified expression.

“Leave him alone dad, it’s not Frank’s fault!” Joe yelled harshly. “It was my fault, I told him it was ok to leave! Yell at me. Punish me!”

Frank could only look up at his father in fear from behind his brother, which is when Fenton noticed the large red mark on Frank’s face that was beginning to swell.

Fenton Hardy suddenly realized he had frightened his already traumatized child and knelt down to Frank and Joe’s level with a remorseful expression.

“I-I’m sorry boys, I wasn’t thinking straight…” Fenton apologized, but didn’t try and push his luck by trying to reach for Frank again, even though he was going to do it in a more gentle way.

The anger in Joe’s face didn’t leave when Fenton apologized, but he relaxed his stance, turning to look at Frank, his eyes slightly softening. “It’s ok Frank, we’re safe now.” Joe smiled softly as he patted his brother’s head, being more gentle than Fenton had ever seen Joe.

Frank only nodded firmly in response, quickly drying the tears he had shed so he could regain some dignity. Fenton quietly ushered the boys out of the house that they might not have ever left, and was met with a couple of police officers for questioning. Fenton answered questions as well as Frank and Joe while the black-haired Hardy was getting checked over by the EMT “Lastly, which one of you, um gave the attacker the injuries?” The Officer questioned Fenton who stood next to his boys.

Frank sat on the edge of the back of the ambulance with Joe watching over the way the EMT examined Frank’s cheek which had now swelled a bit. “Well I gave him a solid punch but…” Fenton started, but was interrupted by the youngest Hardy.

“I did.” Joe admitted seriously, then turned to stare at the officer. “was that man in a lot of pain?”

“Yes, why do you ask?” The officer replied in confusion.

“I just wanted to make sure I really hurt him.” Joe spat sharply, then turned back to watching over Frank.

Fenton stared at his son, a little stunned and still not able to believe how protective Joe had become despite being the younger sibling.

“I’m sorry, is that all?” Fenton asked the officer politely, but he couldn’t bring himself to add a smile, not after what had happened.

The officer excused himself and Fenton knew it was time to bring the boys home.

Once Fenton and the boy’s arrived at their home, their mother came bounding out the door. Apparently the officers had let her know by phone what had happened. The boys were fussed over by their mother who cried as she held them close to her.

Finally, the boys were in their bedroom as the parents talked about the night’s happenings. Fenton explained the situation to Laura, while Joe and Frank were supposed to be asleep.

Joe lay wide awake, laying on his side and watching his brother who was turned away from him on his own bed. Joe couldn’t go to sleep like his father ordered, so he quietly slipped out from under his covers , let his feet hit the floor gently, and stealthily crossed the space between him and his brother who faced away from him laying on his side.

“Frank…” Joe called softly.

Frank didn’t answer, so Joe climbed into his brother’s bed. Once he was settled under the covers, he laid down and turned to wrap his arm around Frank. Joe felt Frank relax into the hold, until Frank turned onto his other side to face Joe. Frank’s face was tear stained and held sadness in its features as he looked at Joe with big brown eyes that made the blonde’s heart ache. “Joe…” Frank spoke, his voice a little groggy from crying so much.

“yeah?”

“I-I’m so sorry!” Frank cried in a whisper, latching onto Joe, hugging his brother as if he would float away if he let go.

Joe’s eyes widened for a second, then he relaxed and hugged his brother back.

“Don’t apologize you idiot, you did nothing wrong. It was my fault.” Joe scolded softly, but Frank wasn’t convinced. “B-but I’m supposed to be responsible because I’m the oldest, and I couldn’t do anythi-!” Frank countered woefully, but Joe was having none of it.

“Frank, is this because of what dad said? Because if it is than you should just forget about it. Dad didn’t realize what he was doing.” Joe stated while rolling his eyes.

Frank nodded and Joe sighed.

“Listen Frank, not all siblings are the same. We don’t always follow the “big brother little brother” stereotype that people expect. Some are different, because…well that’s just how it is. You’re definitely taller and bigger than I am, but you’re way more sensitive.” Joe explained, trying to sound as smart as he could so he could convince his brother.

“What?” Frank suddenly interjected indignantly, pushing himself up on his elbow. “I am not sensitive!”

Joe tried hard to hold in his laughter, he really did, but it all came tumbling out when Frank gave him a look that Frank had thought was intimidating. Joe giggled and wheezed at Frank who kept trying to prove that he wasn’t sensitive only to shut up when he couldn’t find any evidence in his own head.

Fenton and Laura had finally finished their loud “discussion” and went upstairs to check on the boys. When Fenton opened the door to the Boys’ shared bedroom, and saw the two cuddled against each other with Joe’s arm thrown over his brother’s side, he smiled. He knew the two of them were close ever since they were little toddlers, but it really hit him that night that the two were attached to one another and weren’t like other siblings…that’s because they were his sons, the Hardy boys.

There is a second part which is in the future, and I might post it if this one does well.

thank you all so much for reading! So sorry if this was confusing or just plain bad. This is my first time posting a fic🥲

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cakeofthepan · 2 years

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I’m a sucker for an unexpected Matt accent so naturally Dae-ruel is my favorite thing to thing. Please enjoy his greatest hits featuring a bonus Henry rant at the end.

[Audio Transcript:

[Lord of the Rings by the Piano Guys plays in the background]

Matt: Hey, everybody. I'm Matt Arnold and I play Dae-ruel... Frankson?

Will: [laughs]

Matt: He's tent-mom goliath who stays at home and helps out all the younglings in the mountains of uh Faerûn here. And, uh, yeah. The little thing about Dae-rule is he's a big fan of Goat-ball, but his son, Grant, likes Stubborn-root instead.

[laughter]

Matt: So, he's hung out with the Chelsea Goats over down yonder, and is trying to learn how to play Stubborn Root even though he's a big fan of Goat Ball.

Freddie: Oh my God.

Anthony: The golem says—

Golem: The greatest book of all time... is Infinite Jest.

Henry: Wait a second... It’s tr— I think this is another trick. I think this one's true. I think that Well Actually thinks this book is the greatest book of all time.

Dae-ruel: I know how to solve this.

Matt: And I punch Infinite Jest.

[all laughing]

Anthony: Roll— roll attack. Roll an attack.

[laughter quiets]

Matt: [dice roll] It's a 1!

[laughter restarts]

Anthony: Alright, you—

Matt: Oh, wait! It's a 7! It's a seven. It's a seven. It's a seven.

Henry: What do you want—

Dae-ruel: Explain yourself.

Henry: Yeah!

[giggles]

Beth: God damnit.

Anthony: I don't know if I mentioned this in my email to you, Ash, but Darryl is now a very large goliath barbarian, like... He just talks like this now.

Ashly: Okay. [laughs] Is he still Darryl?

Beth: Nah.

Will: [unsure hums]

Anthony: Uh.

Beth: No.

Anthony: I guess that's kind of up to Matt. Every time I think the answer is yes, Matt invents a new kind of sport that he's good at and that he has a different backstory than I expect.

Matt: I pick up Mark Likely—

Mark: Woah!

Matt: From the bottom of her feet. I lift her up.

Mark: Hi.

Dae-ruel: Hi. You want help from us, we either each get... There's seven of us. Wait. No, let me count. Three. Plus two. There's six of us.

Freddie: [laughter]

Dae-ruel: There's six of us. We get six favors.

Jodie: Oh why is he doing math now?

Dae-ruel: There's two options: Six favors or I bash your head and how many bumps you have is how many favors we get. That's how we do it.

Jodie: Nicholas! Nicholas, is anything that they said, does any of that make sense to you?

Dae-ruel: His name is Narcolas.

[laughter]

Beth: Nice.

Mark: It won't take that long if you guys can just... come with me. I'll make sure it's worth your while. Scout's honor...

Dae-ruel: How about me? Can you fix me?

Matt: I hold up Pat the Bunny, the kid's book that has a mirror in it.

Anthony: Paeden is like—

Paeden: There's nothing to fix, baby.

[laughter]

Mark: Yeah, I thought this was an improvement?

Dae-ruel: I want Darryl back. I don't like this. I don't like who I am. I'm very big. I'm too big, everybody, and you all seem pretty okay with me being who I am, but I forget a lot of things, like... what's my dad's name? Like...

Henry: Your dad's name is Frank, Darryl. And like you're—

Dae-ruel: I'm a goliath.

Dae-ruel: I appreciate that. This doesn't feel like a teaching moment. It felt like I just want to be back to the person I was. I'm a pretty big goliath right now... and I just really want to eat rocks for some reason, and I don't like eating rocks.

[chuckles]

Henry: You want to eat rocks? How could you eat rocks? They're the most beautiful thing on this earth!

[laughter]

[Music fades out]

Matt: So Darryl is...uhhh Darryl says—

Darryl: I know this one, guys. I love these. Uh, it's three movies.

[laughter]

Darryl: Or I guess maybe six movies if you count The Hobbit.

Matt: And then, what happens to me?

Anthony: So, you, the book smiles at you, and it just opens its maw... and you disappear for a second.

Henry: Darryl?

Anthony: And then you're thrown back up, and all of your clothes are white now, and you are wearing...

Will: [hysterical laughing]

Freddie: Oh no.

Anthony: —plate mail armor, you have a helm on instead of a baseball cap, and you are no longer a human, stay at home house husband.

Will: Oh, no!

Anthony: You are a goliath barbarian. You are a giant.

Beth: Oh my god.

Anthony: You are beefy.

Dae-ruel: Hello, friends.

[all laughing]

Beth: He's the worst.

Freddie: [laughing] What?

Glenn: Paeden, you seeing this shit?

Henry: Oh my god!

Paeden: Uhm! Uhm! Uh! Son? My boy? My baby boy?

Dae-ruel: My dear son-dad Paeden, nice to see you.

Paeden: Oh, no!

Dae-ruel: I'm sorry if I scared you all for a second, but let's do this.

Paeden: Oh, no...

Henry: Are you— Who are you?

Dae-ruel: I'm Darryl.

Henry: Darryl, why are you seven feet tall and all stony looking now?

Dae-ruel: That's a rude thing to ask a goliath.

Henry: [yelling] Why is everyone getting hotter but me? Why do I lose my glasses, and Glenn becomes a smoking hot old dude, and now Darryl's seven feet tall and jacked as hell! What's next, is Ron going to turn into a supermodel? What next, world?

End Transcript]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #the math bit is one of the matt jokes of all time too #what a good ep #also thank you DADGUT for transcript #my audio #long post

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hb-writes · 1 year

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For five line fics

"I lost my phone."

With The Punisher please ❤️

"I lost my phone," Lenny said with a shrug as she stood in front of the open refrigerator searching for a snack before Sunday dinner. “It’s no big deal. People used to go without phones all the time.”

“City’s a different place these days,” Billy said, cutting in before Frank could respond.

“Yeah, there’s a cop and a Starbucks on every corner now,” she snorted, finally turning to Frank and Bill with a pickle spear in hand.

“If you think that makes you safe, I didn’t teach you well enough—you need to keep the phone on you.”

Frank glanced at his wife, who was sitting at the table with the kids, making meatballs and staying suspiciously quiet—Maria was a free spirit, both Falconio girls were, and half the time his wife left her phone at home or sitting in the car so Frank knew she’d be no help in this argument.

“And if it’s lost like you said, we can find it. You left location services on?” Billy asked, typing quickly into his phone before holding it out for her. “Here—login to your account.”

Lenny swallowed hard on the large bite of pickle she’d taken, coughing a bit as it all went down, knowing she had no interest in logging in and letting her brother-in-law and his best friend see where she’d left her phone.

“That’s alright…I uh…I think I actually know right where it is. I probably left it at a friend’s place…Yeah, that’s it. Definitely just left it at…Jamie’s. I’ll email just to be sure and I can just get it when I’m on campus tomorrow.” She offered them both a smile. “Thanks though.”

Frank and Billy watched as she scurried away without another word, pickle still in hand as she went to join her sister, niece, and nephew at the table, glancing back at them once though she diverted her eyes quickly.

“So whaddaya think, Frankie?” Billy asked. “You believe any of that?”

Frank took a sip of his beer, shaking his head at his sister-in-law's attempt to hide whatever it was she was trying to hide from them. “Not a chance.”

💠 FIVE LINE FRIDAYS 💠

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five-ish.

#five line friday #the punisher #frank castle #billy russo #thanks for the request! ❤️#elena (lenny) falconio

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briarlovesginny · 9 months

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but it's not real, and you don't exist

35 ways to say i love you number 13: in a letter | lily evans potter and sirius black (platonic)

this is a part of the 35 ways to say "i love you" writing collection. check out the rest!

PREVIEW/SYNOPSIS:

"I feel like I’m going insane every time I have to write down my memories of another friend to you. It sounds horrid, but above all I dread a day where I’m writing to someone about you. Isn’t that terrible of me? I miss all of the people we’ve lost, and I cared about them, but I didn’t love them the way I love you."

content warnings: main character death, mentioned minor character death, implied/referenced betrayal, suicidal thoughts, loss of loved ones

Dear Padfoot,

James and I cannot for the life of us decide which of these photos to use for our Christmas card this year. Before you laugh, I know it’s early July, and by the time we use them Harry will be double his current size, but we knew this would happen, so we decided to start the whole process early.

How have you been? It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen you. I’m sure the Order is keeping you as busy as it’s keeping us, even with Harry. We wrote to Frank and Alice to make sure Dumbledore wasn’t just getting back at us for the bubblegum frogs in Year 5, but they’re swamped too. I told them I’d try to round up a Marauder to double babysit sometime-- I asked Peter since he loves kids so much, but he’s somehow even busier than the rest of us combined. I do miss him dearly, though.

We got the terrible news about Benjy Fenwick last week. I know it’s silly to say, but that night I just lay in bed and thought about how much alike you two looked. I remembered how kind you were to him, even though he was two years younger, and how you’d joke so much about being his brother that even the teachers called him Regulus sometimes. He was quiet, but when he laughed he wouldn’t stop for ages, remember?

I feel like I’m going insane every time I have to write down my memories of another friend to you. It sounds horrid, but above all I dread a day where I’m writing to someone about you. Isn’t that terrible of me? I miss all of the people we’ve lost, and I cared about them, but I didn’t love them the way I love you.

And I do love you, Sirius. If this war has taught me anything, it’s that we need to tell people we love them. More than even a “love you” when you leave, or only remembering the dead by how close they were to you. So I’ll write it again, just in case it keeps you safe: I love you. I love you. I love you.

Please write back with a decision about the card. You know there’s no one’s opinion we value more.

Forever yours,

Lily

7/7/81

Lily,

Oh, my Lily. My James.

It is with great sadness that I am writing this letter to you, doing exactly what we both feared the most-- remembering each other. But no post is allowed outside of this God-forsaken place, and I couldn’t send it to you even if there was.

I can’t believe you’re gone. Every day I wake up and when I see where I am, I wish I was dead, but then I scold myself for even thinking that. It is the worst feeling in the world to be alive and wishing to be dead, when all you really want is to be with your friends again.

A close second on the worst feelings list is that Remus thinks I did it. That is almost as unbearable as losing you. I’ve seen the papers-- the only thing they allow in or out, when the Minister comes by every so often. I can’t tell whether I’m glad or not that I haven’t seen an interview with Remus yet. I don’t think I could bear reading his words. I can’t imagine how he’s feeling. The Marauders disbanded, all in one night. He must be so alone.

I don’t want to talk about the articles I’ve seen about the rat. He doesn’t even deserve to have his name on a letter to you.

Someone died in their cell last night. I used to hear them talking with their neighbors (or maybe cellmates, who can tell?), but they’re quiet now. The Dementors should come and get them soon enough. Maybe the rows of graves will reach outside of my window before I die, so I can at least say grace for the few poor souls near me.

I have no idea where Harry is. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. I couldn’t protect him. I heard that Hagrid got him-- I hope that’s true.

You were always the best of us, Lils. I’m so sorry you had to be taken away from him so early. From James. From your life. And selfishly, most of all from me.

I wish my words could change things. Sometimes, on my bad nights, I lay here and think that if I just try hard enough, I can go back and fix it all. That I could protect you. I once even dreamed the cruelest dream I’ve ever had, where it had worked, and I got to hold your face and say ‘I love you’ again.

This letter will be neatly folded into an envelope shape and put somewhere or other. Where it goes isn’t important-- I’m not keeping it, it’s not FOR me, and I doubt the Dementors will care. Maybe I’ll ask the Minister to put it in a real envelope, unmarked, and give it to an owl. I wonder where these words will end up. Wherever they are, know that I am missing you the same as I am writing them.

I love you, Lily. Miss you, too.

Sirius

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boodlesofdoodles · 10 months

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It had been a about a week since the pair had their fight. Neither had really talked to each other since then, Charlie giving short one word answers every time Mac tried talking to him. There was a palpable tension between the two.

The rest of The Gang didn’t take notice of it, or they just didn’t care.

Either way it was unusually and uncomfortably quiet in the bar as Charlie was cleaning and closing up shop. Mac hid away in the office waiting for everyone else to go home, he knew if he stayed in the middle of the bar Charlie would’ve just kept avoiding him like he had been for the whole week. He desperately missed the shade of green he so often found himself lost in, so decided it was finally time to do something.

It was about 11:43 when Mac finally emerged from the office, slowly and cautiously looking around for Charlie; who was standing at the bar taking a big swig of something. Mac couldn’t tell what it was, but at the unusual sight of something other than beer in Char’s hand he actually felt kind of relieved. Charlie’s as bothered by them not talking as he was.

Mac clasps his hands closed and steps forward, opening his mouth to speak when he’s interrupted, “What do you want, Mac?” Charlie’s voice was so cold Mac felt goosebumps forming on his arms, “Cant you just leave me alone? I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Charlie-“ the yearning in his voice wasn’t even attempted to be masked, “we have to talk about this.” Mac looked down and fiddled with his thumbs, stepping closer to the bar. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at Charlie as his face heated up, red overwhelming his features. “I miss you..” He spoke in almost a whisper.

The gulping of whatever hard alcohol Charlie had gotten his paws on became quicker, louder. Mac’s heartbeat feels like it’s matching the pace banging against his chest.

Please let Charlie finally talk to him.

There’s a dull thud on the counter, bottle hitting it hard when Charlie decided he’s had enough. A shaky hand reaches up and slowly wipes at his mouth, a sigh quickly following. Charlie takes a second to hastily lick his lips, not noticing Mac’s eyes intently watching him do so. “I just don’t understand you, man.” Charlie manages to chortle out, “We were doing so well, Mac. We were hanging out again. Just like old times.” His voice is heavy with an emotion Mac can’t quite decipher, “I don’t get why the fuck you were such an asshole to me, dude.”

The lump in Mac’s throat feels way too big to swallow.

I can’t just tell Charlie what got me so riled up. What am I supposed to say? It’s because I don’t want you to tell Dennis about something secret we share? It’s because I don’t want you hand making something for someone else? It’s because I’ve secretly been in love with you since we were kids..

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Charlie..” He finally settled on a more tame way to try to convey it. It’s not necessarily a lie, so it should be good enough, right? “I’m worried he’d say something really like.. fucked up about you baking or something, I don’t know.”

A loud, over exaggerated scoff escapes Charlie’s lips, Mac can’t tell if it were genuine. “God damn it, Mac,” he’s shaking his head staring down at the bar counter, one hand lazily wrapped around the bottle, “I don’t need you to protect me. Fuck, dude. I’m not a kid. I can handle shit on my own.” The frustration is thick in his voice, “I just wanted to make Dennis something cool as Hell. He never got homemade shit from his mom or frank or whatever. Never like,” his hands are lifted from the counter and gesturing wildly now, “tasted anything made with like. Love.. or. Whatever.” He spat out the word love like it tasted too bitter on his tongue to keep it in any longer. He was still looking everywhere else but at Mac.

Love? Made with love?

Mac’s fists clenched and his jaw tensed up almost immediately at the statement. There’s no way he can respond without his voice cracking. He needs to take a second to relax. He’s gotta come up with something to diffuse the situation. He still needs to convince Charlie not to bake for anyone but him. He has to-

“I just thought it’d be nice.” Charlie adds on with a loud sniffle, “Maybe make him smile. I feel like he doesn’t smile anymore. I wanted to see him smile again.” The awkward clearing of his throat fills the room, fills up Mac’s entire being. He doesn’t have a chance to process it before Charlie’s face twists into one of anger again. Mac didn’t even notice how much it had softened until just now, “but you made me so fucking mad the other day I just had to walk away! Do you know how much shit I wasted that day?!”

Mac grimaced at Charlie’s rising voice. He was still reeling over the making something with love comment, but he had to respond, right? “Well you decided to throw it away…” he mumbled out. He realizes he definitely made the wrong choice when Charlie laughs in his face, moving to screw the lid onto the bottle he was already almost finished with. Mac can see a replay of the fight that originally started this whole stupid thing starting to happen.

“You’re missing the fucking point! You’re probably doing it on purpose, too! What is your problem lately, man!?” Charlie’s shrill voice cuts through the silence of the bar, “Fuck this, Mac, I cannot be around you right now.” He’s moving towards the door quickly but is abruptly stopped by a hand wrapping around one of his wrists.

“I’m sorry, Charlie..” Mac’s voice is wavering and he loudly clears his throat, hand still around the other’s wrist. It’s surprising how long Charlie’s let him get away with it. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick, dude.” Still wavering, his voice was at least louder this time, “I just.. wanted this to be something we had. Together. Just us.” There’s a heavy sense of relief when Charlie’s features soften for him this time, “We don’t need Dennis or anyone else to say some shit about it. Just let us enjoy something without hi- their negativity.”

Charlie slowly takes his hand back, bringing it to the bottle he was still holding. He’s quiet for what feels like forever to Mac, with a slight smile on his face, “Mac, I appreciate the thought, but I want to share it with Dennis.” Mac’s chest feels heavy- no, scratch that- his whole body feels like it weighs tons. “You made me feel better about it all, and I wanted to show off.”

For the first time in a week, Charlie’s eyes meet Mac’s, and he can’t help but feel like the God he’s prayed to his whole life is playing some sick joke on him. It’s so cruel that Mac can finally look into the eyes he’s missed this whole time, but all he can see is an excitement and a joy that isn’t meant for him.

“Im gonna impress the shit out of him.”

That’s it that’s where I’m ending this at lol. I’ve had this in the drafts for a few days im tired of looking at it so I just finished it up rq so I can finally get rid of it

#charmac #heheheh #feeling so devious currently #rubbing my hands together #jealous Mac #heheheheh #ramblings #iasip

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 9: There is always more than one way

The handsome Elf King and his two followers, his right-hand men and Bard Jimmy, lead me inside the house and we are now sitting face to face on the dining table.

Well me and the king.

His followers flank him on each side.

I took off my blond Link wig.

I don’t see any more reason to hide behind it if they already know my true gender.

Also, I want that the Elf King sees ME not my cosplay.

I have a feeling, he likes what he sees, without sounding arrogant. He looked interested in my brunette bob cut.

Maybe he has a thing for brunettes?

I really hope so.

Damn, I’m so nervous.

This is so different than with Kenny.

Why does red hair make me crazy? Why?

“Lady N.K., before I tell you why I wanted to speak to you let me introduce myself and my loyal ranger.”, starts the Elf King. “I’m Kyle and he is Stan. Jimmy, you already know.”

Kyle…

His name is Kyle.

It fits him so much.

I gulp and pray I don’t stutter.

“Pleased to meet you, King Kyle and Ranger Stan, as you know I’m mage N.K.”

Yeah, I didn’t stutter!

“Nice to meet you too dude, erm my lady.”, greets me, Stan. “I was curious to know who gave my man such beatings. You really look as tough as they said.”

I laugh and wave it away.

“You honor with your words, noble Ranger.”

“Now that pleasantries are out of the way, I would really like to talk to you Lady N.K.”, says King Kyle, his green eyes seem to look into my soul.

I feel…naked.

Vulnerable.

Not a lot of people made me ever feel this way.

Kyle is really something special.

Damn…I will probably really do whatever he says just to get in his good graces and hopefully snatch him up!

Why I’m such a thirsty hoe?

Why?

My hormones are bitches!

“I’m listing, your highness.”, I manage to get out my lips.

“I want to be truthful to you, so you know you can trust my words.”, he begins. “Bard Jimmy reported to us yesterday that the new mage of Kupa Keep is a girl and that Wizard Fatass doesn’t know it. But Stan and I wanted to see you for ourselves. We are quite surprised that you are indeed a girl.”

“Yeah, Leo, erm, Butters told me the girls of South Park don’t really play games with you. But I’m not a native from here.”, I remind him.

He nods.

“Indeed, you are different.”, he continues. “You are a powerful warrior as Stan already said. It’s a waste of your potential to be on Wizard Fatass’s side.”

Okay, I dig it that Kyle thinks I’m a powerful warrior, but also….

“You make me sound like a weapon.”, I point out. “A weapon you want to defeat Cartman with.”

Stan and Jimmy share a look, while Kyle’s beautiful eyes light up.

Damn, so hot!

“You aren’t only strong in body, but you possess a sharp mind. You could be so much more than be Cartman pawn.”

“I’m no one’s pawn. The human recruited me first and I made friends with them. I feel offended been called Fatass Pawn. He can suck my non-existed dick!”, I make myself clear.

“And yet you do what he says.”, counters Kyle. “We tracked a Twitter raven who says you are currently trying to recruit the goths for the Wizard and he told you sure that we have the Stick, he is lying!”

I frown.

How he words it…I don’t like it.

“Cartman is the one you should be fighting against. He's hiding the Stick -- which is cheating -- and acting all betrayed and sad to get you to recruit more people for him.”, adds Ranger Stan.

I look at the quiet Jimmy, who simply nods.

“King Kyle be frank with me, what do you want from me?”

“Lady N.K., do the right thing and recruit the Goth kids for US. Then we can ransack Cartman's stupid kingdom and get the Stick back once and for all.”

I let out a loud huff, cross my arms and sit back on my chair.

“Why should I? You could be lying. I hate Cartman, but I made friends in Kupa Keep.”, I respond. “Princess Kenny and Paladin Butters are most dear to me. Why should I risk their friendship for YOU? Do you have something to offer me which would be worth it?”

Hey, I try to be not that easy.

Also, it’s true.

I have Kenny and Leo and the other guys who are my friends.

Kyle may be hotter than the sun, but I don’t know him or his people. They were since I started the RPG the enemy.

“You really rather stay at Cartman’s side, even if he is a huge lying asshole, just for the Princess and the Paladin?!”, shouts Ranger Stan shocked.

He wants to add more, but Kyle raises a hand.

“Stan enough!”

“But-“

“No, she makes good points. Till now we were only enemies to her, you wouldn’t trust her either.”

The ranger frowns but nods at his king’s words.

Now the king turns back to me. Again his green eyes seem to look into me. I feel how I turn red and start to sweat.

Can he please stop that?!

I can’t think clearly when he looks at me like that.

Without looking away from me he says: “Stan, Jimmy, leave us. I want to talk to Lady N.K. alone.”

….Did I hear right?!

Alone.

The hot elf king wants to be alone with me?!

OH. MY. LORD!

My head is immediately in the gutter, while Stan and Jimmy leave us.

Still, with his brilliant eyes on me, King Kyle stands up from his sit and walks over to mine.

I’m a statue.

I can’t move.

My breath is heavy.

Now he stands before me.

Like this, me sitting he standing, Kyle is taller.

I look up at him with wide eyes.

“I have noted the way you look at me.”, he murmurs.

Softly he twirls a lock of my brown hair around his finger and something like a dying whale sounds comes out of my lips.

This makes him smirk….and yep my panties just dropped down the floor.

It should be illegal to have such an effect on people!

“Lady N.K., what I can offer you is simple.”

“W-What?”, I croak out.

“Me and my kingdom. Be my queen.”

HOLY. SHIT!

I gasp for air, and that’s when the king plants a short but hot kiss on my mouth. His tongue teasingly stroking mine.

And I’m done.

He got me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, not letting him get away and we kiss hot and wild.

I don’t know how he managed, and it turns me on even more, but he wraps his arms around my waist and places me on the table.

King Kyle lays with his full weight on me.

I feel anything.

Oh, this is heaven!

I wrap my legs around his waist and my hands stroke his beautiful red hair, while he kissed down my throat to my-

“Lady N.K. are you all right?”, brings me the voice of King Kyle back from my lust-filled daydream.

I don’t know if I should feel glad or disappointed.

It was going so well!

Goddammit, always at the best parts!

I can feel how hot my cheeks are while other parts of me are…well you can imagine.

Stupid hormones…

“Erm, yes, I’m okay, your highness.”, I answer him and fuck does my voice sound squeaky.

It’s embarrassing.

Kyle, who is still sitting innocently on his chair, raises an elegant eyebrow.

How he doesn’t believe it is formally written on his face.

“If you say so.”, at least he decides to let it drop it. He crosses his fingers with each other and leans on them. “Lady N.K. I know I ask you something impossible. You formed bonds in Kupa Keep, even with Wizard Fatass there.”

I nod in agreement.

“You have every right to distrust us, even if we really don’t have the Stick. Why should we reach out to you if we already have the Stick? I’m not power-hungry like Cartman.”, he explains. “If I had the Stick I would be perfectly content with it to help my people. Cartman on the other hand always wants more. He is a glutton in all things.”

I frown, but I can’t really detect a lie in all this. From what I expired myself from Cartman it would fit him.

“I want that you think for a second about what will happen when Cartman finds out you are a girl. He will banish you from time and space without even thinking that he let go of the best warrior we ever had here in Zaron and Larnion just because you are a girl. He wouldn’t care, but I would.”

“We are closing in on what you will offer to me if I join you, aren’t we?”, it’s not really a question.

King Kyle nods and stands up.

He crosses his hands behind his back, facing me.

“If you join the Eleven Kingdom, if you bring the Goth to us, if you swerve your loyalty to me, I promise you, that you can freely be yourself. No more hiding your true nature and I could protect you from Cartman banishment since you would belong to my people.”

Uff, that’s not a bad offer.

…Okay, if he would have offered me what I dreamed up, I wouldn’t even think about it. Being a queen to such a hot king would be amazing, but sadly the reality is another.

“I would lie if I say I wasn’t tempted.”, I admin truthful. “It sucks to be called Douchebag and hide that I’m a girl. I can’t stand Cartman and I really, really want to punch his stupid fat face in, but…I have friends in Kupa Keep as I said. I can’t betray them for my selfish desires.”

“Then you are a way better person than we all.”, he gives me a small smile.

Adorable!

Also, boy, I’m not that good. If you had pushed the right buttons I would have become a traitor.

Deep down I’m a selfish, power-hungry, thirsty hoe.

Maybe that’s why Kenny and I get along so well together.

She would have known what I wanted to be on her side.

Sign.

I stand up from my sit and bow before King Kyle.

“It was an honor to meet you, your Highness. If we had met earlier I would have stayed on your side for sure. But I belong to Kupa Keep, my loyalties lay there. I will find a way to handle King Cheesy Pops.”

The red-haired boy signs, but nods.

“I understand Lady N.K., I really wish you would reconsider, but I couldn’t betray my bonds either.”, he says. “But if you change your mind, we will take you in with open arms.”

“Thank you, your highness. I should go now.”

With that, I put my wig back on.

Time to return to reality.

Kyle steps beside me and escorts me the short way to the entrance door.

He opens the door for me.

“Mage N.K., even if we are on different sides, be assured that I and my people won’t tell your true gender to anyone. Your secret is safe with us.”

Thankful I smile.

“This means a lot, King Kyle. May your reign be long.”

“Thank you, I wish you the best with Fatass. It will not be simple.”

I step out of the door. With a last smile to the handsome Elf King, I leave the Eleven Kingdom.

I should join up again with Princess Kenny.

I should return to Kupa Keep.

I shouldn’t just answer the worrying text messages of my princess and my little brother.

But after what happened at the Eleven Kingdom I need time to think.

I’m happy that I didn’t listen to my hormones, who wanted to take a bit out of Kyle, yet I’m also sad.

Aargh, it’s a mess.

I like Kenny.

I truly do.

And she likes me too.

I should be happy with my decision to stay in Kupa Keep, sadly I just can’t.

Even with Kenny, even with all my friends, I can’t be truly myself because the head honcho aka. Cartman is a dick and hates girls and would kick me out without a second thought.

Now there is Kyle, my absolute dream boy, a noble King who would take me in, let me be who I am, and protected me, but I can’t also join him, because I don’t wanna betray my princess and little brother and I want more from Kyle then he wants to give me.

Again, aargh!

So, no, I can’t return to Kupa Keep till I can find a solution to this chaos that will make me happy.

It’s time to call the cavalry.

“Hey sis, I’m on my way to the cinema, what’s up?”

“Tam, can we meet at the park? I need someone neutral with a problem I have.”

“Uff, what a mess. Your life is complicated.”, concludes Tammy, after I told her the whole story.

We are sitting on a park bench in the playground of South Park. It could be nice to catch the sunray together and just talk about normal things, but I needed to tell Tammy my RPG-Life problems.

It was funny, how she had to take a look at me twice, seeing me in my Link cosplay, sadly the talking that followed was not.

Now I lay with my head on her shoulder, while she has wrapped an arm around me in comfort.

I feel defeated.

I feel hopeless.

I just don’t know what do to.

“Do you have any idea how I can fix this mess?”, I formally beg her.

She hums thoughtfully and strokes my hair. Aah, that’s a nice feeling. Something that I need right now.

“Well, the problem is clear, it’s Eric Cartman.”

“No shit, sis.”

“What about…if he wasn’t in the picture anymore?”

Couries I turn my head so that I can look up in her eyes. She has a mischievous light in them.

“What do you mean by that?”

Then Tammy tells me her plan.

And I can just applaud her.

“Oh hamburgers, I don’t know if we can do this N.K., like Eric will be so angry!”

Leo is scarred as I tell him the plan, me and Tammy came up, while Princess Kenny seems excited.

“I say we do it!”, shouts Princess Kenny full energy. “This will be the sweetest revenge on the fatass for all the shit he pulled in all these years!”

“But, but, he will be so angry at us!”

“Technically, we never said that it wasn’t allowed, so he can’t do anything.”

I nod in agreement at Princess Kenny’s words.

“My princess, do you think we can get the others on board?”

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head over it, beautiful, that’s the easiest part!”

To say that the elven and their King are surprised to see me again in their Kingdom is an understatement.

Maybe it’s because I brought for this part Tammy along aka. she insisted on coming with me.

“Lady N.K.”, finds King Kyle his words again. “I didn’t expect you back…and in company.”

Tammy and I bow before him.

“King Kyle, this is Tammy, my best friend, and a damn good fighter.”

“We came here because we have planned something, which you surely will approve, your highness.”, flawless add Tammy like she does RPGs for ages.

“…I’m listing.”

With a huge smile, I make my way to the Goth kids.

Turns out Tammy’s father smokes, so she “borrowed” a pack of cig, and like Kenny said the hobo before U-Store-It sold Goth clothes, which I wear now.

The plan for Cartman is set in motion.

We only need the Goth kids and all will be ready!

This will be a piece of cake.

Words that I would soon regret.

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

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