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unoislazy · 6 months

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I lied to all of you, Hiccup later, Mizu now!

Spar With Me

Mizu x Reader

Disclaimer; Possible spoilers.

Mizu will be referred to as “he/him” since the reader won’t know her secret at this point in time.

I can’t guarantee this will be completely in character, I’m still learning more about the characters so bear with me.

Part Two

Part Three

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You had been traveling alongside Mizu and Ringo for a fair amount of time. You had been haphazardly picked up along the way, very much to Mizu’s dismay. The only reason you were allowed to tag along was your fighting skills. Your skills were no wear near Mizu’s level, not many people would be, but you were able to do enough that if the need arose, you’d be able to form some sort of protection for yourself and possibly Ringo.

But you wanted to learn more.

You didn’t want to do like Ringo and become a Samurai, it should be clear to anyone that Mizu was not a samurai, you wanted to learn how to fight. Throughout your travels with the two you watched how the man practically danced with a sword, the elegance as he leapt through the air and sliced up men with ease. The sword seems to be a sort of extension of him, of his arm, or his heart. When he wielded the sword it was like they were connected more than just physically.

You didn’t understand it well but you wanted to learn.

You had your reasons for wanting to fight. You didn’t want to learn in the name of tyranny or even greed, you wanted to learn to prevent a situation from happening ever again.

When you were younger, you certainly weren’t the most popular kid in your village. You never truly did much to attract attention so people often never really batted an eye to your presence. However, that meant no one truly noticed when you would walk around with several visible injuries some days after being picked on by some of the other village kids.

They didn’t pick on you for any other reason than they were bored and they knew they wouldn’t face any consequences if they went after you.

And they were right.

You tried your hardest to fight back but they were always a step ahead of you. So from then on you knew you wanted to learn how to fight, if not to protect yourself then maybe to have the hopes of one day protecting someone else.

You all continued to travel in complete silence, the snow lightly crunching beneath yours and Mizu’s feet. The only thing giving away Ringo's position was the bell that was wrapped around his foot. You looked down at his bell and smiled, it was almost like putting a collar on a pet, it was kind of funny to you. Ringo turned to you, noticing you looking at the bell and he excitedly smiled.

“Do you like it? Master gave it to me, he says I’m too sneaky so now he knows where I am at all times!” He loudly exclaimed, you think he was trying to whisper but he was obviously doing horribly at it. Mizu, who was walking a few steps ahead of you two, gave you a slight glance over the shoulder. You didn’t really notice as you were still smiling at Ringo, you enjoyed his ever optimistic demeanor on everything, it was so different from everyone else’s dreary lives and it gave you a reason to smile.

Ringo leaned over to you, trying his best to lower his voice but he still said everything quite loud.

“Maybe master will give you one too! That way we can both be sneaky apprentices.” He whispered, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Me? Get a bell?” You laughed before continuing, “I’m not going to call the man my master, I have no reason to.” You stated pretty plainly, which obviously confused Ringo.

“You want to learn how to fight, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“And you want to learn from Mizu, right?”

You nodded your head agreeing with him before realizing what he was getting at.

“So then Mizu is your master!”

“Woah, no way.” You argued, now crossing your arms with your head raised high.

You had your issues with calling some man your master. Especially one that barely gave you the time of day. Plus, if it wasn’t for your persistence and Ringo's persuasion, he would’ve left you on that street corner where he found you.

But he didn’t.

He instead let you travel along like a stray dog, following him around on his dark mission that you felt no need to ask about. You had talked to him maybe a handful of times before but he clearly didn’t want to give you the idea that he wanted you around. You were welcomed here, but with very cold and rigid arms instead of nice warm ones.

You might’ve been following him like a stray dog but you’re no pet.

And so you refuse to get that stupid bell.

“Why don’t you want to be Masters apprentice? I’d say it’s very fun, I get to do stuff for him all the time!” Ringo said, it was obvious he was trying to persuade you in some way.

“Well my friend, I think that position is occupied, number one. And number two, I want to learn how to fight, that’s it. I don’t want to learn the ins and outs of being a samurai. I’m simply hoping Mizu will teach me, as a friend.” You explained, it seemed this finally clicked with Ringo, but then you watched as his face contorted into more confusion by your answer.

Before he could ask, Mizu abruptly turned to the both of you and simply stated,

“It’s getting late, we should rest here.”

You both nodded as Mizu walked off in some random direction with Ringo following him. You however, took a moment to just stare at the already dark night sky. You hadn’t realized just how long you had been traveling, and you were a bit peeved that you had missed seeing the sunset. Although it’s not like you would’ve really been able to see it anyways, you were currently deep into a forest, surrounded by hundreds of trees with no clear direction in any which way.

Speaking of not knowing your direction, you quickly looked back down and spotted Ringo, quickly following after him as to not get left behind. If they had left you you would’ve been screwed, you have no idea where you are, or how to get out of the forest, not to mention there’s usually many dangers in the woods that you’re not yet prepared to deal with.

It didn’t take long for a fire to get set up and for Ringo to start cooking. He might not have made the world's best soba, but you’d argue it was pretty high up there. You and Mizu sat quietly by the fire, not really saying a word to each other as you stared at the scorching flames before you.

You wanted to ask if you could try training, while you’re both not doing anything, you wanted to try.

But you were almost afraid of Mizu. His stoic demeanor often sent shivers down your spine especially when he had such a stern tone of voice.

Well it’s now or never.

“Hey Mizu?” You began. You could see him just barely out of your peripheral vision. He turned his head ever so slightly to look at you, but you didn’t want to look back as you continued,

“Before Ringo finishes the food, would you mind sparring with me?” You asked. Mizu stared at you for a moment before looking back to the tree he had been looking at before. Maybe he was thinking about his answer?

Your eyes slowly crept over to look at him from the side. He didn’t really make a move to give you an answer, he simply sat there, thinking.

“It can double as extra training for you. Obviously not to your level, but you can use me as a warm up.” You persisted, now fully looking at him. You stared at him for a moment, he was probably in the most relaxed position you ever have, or ever would see him in. He rested one of his arms on his knee with his back against the tree trunk that lay behind himself. His dark hair was in its usual top knot and his glasses remained on and pushed up.

You didn’t know why he wore those glasses, you had never seen him take them off, and you had never seen behind them. Maybe he just really enjoyed wearing them, maybe a family heirloom?

Well, from what you knew about the man, his family definitely wasn’t something he’d want to honor with an heirloom. Plus, they seemed more of a newer style of glasses so there goes that idea.

After staring for what was in reality, maybe ten seconds, you looked away. If he wasn’t going to train you then who was, why were you even here if he wasn’t going to give you a chance. Were you seriously just along to be Ringo's makeshift bodyguard? Seriou-

“Fine, get up.”

You looked confused, being snapped out of your thoughts so abruptly had you thinking you completely made up what you thought you just heard.

“Do you want to learn or not?” Mizu asked, now standing before you, looking down at you as he waited for your answer. You nodded eagerly, quickly standing up and following Mizu just a little ways away from the fire.

It wasn’t like the forest was pitch black, you could still see thanks to the bright moonlight, it was just a little bit harder.

Mizu stopped in a little open area, just enough room for a fight to take place. You looked back, seeing that the fire wasn’t too far but It was enough that you couldn’t exactly see what Ringo was doing because of the trees that blocked your vision.

You stood a little ways away from Mizu, getting into a fighting stance, unarmed. You knew how to use a katana and naginata very loosely, but you wanted to just start with hand to hand. You knew Mizu could easily kill you if he wanted to regardless of what the fighting style was, but you trusted him even the slightest bit to not commit to ending your life.

Now you both stood quietly before each other. Both in fighting positions as you waited for the other one to move. If you were to attack first you were far enough away to give Mizu time to counter you. If Mizu attacked first, you might have time to counter or dodge but you weren’t going to get very far.

So, without another thought, you charged at Mizu. He waited for a moment before doing the same, and just as you were about to swing, he threw snow right in your face.

“Hey!” You shouted, wiping the snow out of your eyes before looking up and seeing Mizu sending a punch right for your face. You successfully dodged underneath and swung your leg to send Mizu off balance.

“You must be ready to use all the elements to your advantage.” He instructed, easily jumping out of the way of your kick and backing away. You quickly got up, dodging another one of his kicks before going in for a punch. You sent too much momentum into it which left you way too open and vulnerable leading Mizu to easily knock you off balance.

It was clear he wasn’t going to hurt you, just humiliate you for your lack of understanding of how to fight.

You fell to the ground, looking up at Mizu who was just staring at you, waiting for you to make your next move.

You two continued to fight for some time and you honestly could have sworn that you saw him smile a few times. Sure it might’ve been at your expense but you still felt proud enough to achieve such a feat.

You were slowly but surely getting the hang of it as you went.

Or so you thought.

You had gotten yourself into a position where you had a full plan of attack, but it seemed like Mizu was already eight steps ahead of you because with one simple move, he had knocked you down, now pinning you to the cold and snowy ground.

You struggled beneath his grip, trying to find a way out to attack but it was no use. He was indeed a lot stronger than you.

“Stop fussing, you lost.” He stated with what you could have sworn was a teasing smile. Fighting really brought out a different person in Mizu and honestly you didn’t mind it. It felt as if you two had finally started to get to know each other, even if it was just through a series of dodges and snarky remarks. It took you a few moments to realize he was actually straddling you, very tightly one might add. His hands were firmly holding down your hands and it was clear he was not going to budge.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the current situation you were in. It was nothing short of humiliating to practically beg to fight someone only to wind up underneath them, but you also couldn’t help but admit you also felt embarrassed for other reasons.

You looked up at him, and it was just then you noticed that his glasses had fallen off. You didn’t know when, you didn’t know where, all you knew was now you were staring at a pair of bright blue eyes that seemed to be watching you in amusement.

He watched as your face changed from a sour expression to one of confusion,

“What’s wrong, can’t handle losing?” He teased, nearing you ever so slightly.

That was until you muttered,

“Your… eyes.”

With those two words, Mizu’s amused expression dropped suddenly and he jumped off of you and faced away in a matter of seconds. He quickly grabbed his glasses that had gotten thrown off during one of his many expert maneuvers.

You sat up, now staring at the back of the makeshift samurai who didn’t utter another word.

You had heard stories of ‘the demon eyes’ when you were a kid, everyone did. You might’ve believed those stories when you were younger but here stands someone with those ‘demon eyes’ and you saw nothing more than just a very scarred individual. Sure, Mizu was scary good at wielding weapons, but that wasn’t some demonic power, that was pure skill, and you admired him for it endlessly despite never wanting to admit that outloud.

You both sat in silence, you leaning on your hands and Mizu, sitting with his legs crossed and his back towards you. After a moment of just sitting you took a breath in, as you did so you noticed Mizu’s head lower ever so slightly as if he was preparing to hear or feel something he had heard before.

Your eyes softened as you stated,

“Your eyes… they’re very pretty.” You complimented. You could see Mizu freeze for a moment as you stood up, walking just up behind him.

You couldn’t imagine the amount of stuff he had gone through throughout his life, having to deal with people treating him differently for something he couldn’t control. You didn’t need his whole life story to know it was probably rough. It didn’t take a genius to know that considering where you are, sitting in the middle of the woods as the man before you continued to try to track down certain people for a reason unbeknownst to you.

Mizu continued to sit in silence as you kneeled down just behind him, you reached out your arm to touch his shoulder but you hesitated for a moment. Maybe you shouldn’t, maybe you should just leave him alone, it’s clear he is not comfortable.

You just wanted to show him some kind of comfort, even if it was just in the sense of one little shoulder touch, so that’s what you did. Your hand ever so gently rested on his shoulder before you quietly muttered,

“I mean it.”

Mizu’s head ever so slightly turned towards your direction, but before he could say or do anything you took your hand off of him and quickly stood up, quietly rushing back to Ringo who was still carefully preparing your food.

It was only a few more minutes before Mizu followed behind you, making his way towards the fire. Neither of you mentioned what had just happened and you continued to sit in silence just as you had done before. It was as if all the progress you had made to getting to know him while fighting, had gone down the drain.

Until you heard him quietly mutter,

“Thank you.”

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otomiyaa · 2 months

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Lyney's Trick

A/N: Fic #3 for the 2-part fics! No tickling yet in this part, so the poll results will really have a lot of influence on how the fic will continue🤭

Summary: Lyney is at a birthday party with many of Aether's friends. Because Lynette and Freminet are a little awkward and stiff, he asks them to help him play a trick on someone. It will definitely guarantee some joy and laughter for his siblings, the person tricked, and everyone else.

It was a fun gathering. Sure it was. They were inside the marvelous Serenitea Pot Realm to celebrate the Traveler's birthday party, and it was rather impressive. Quite many people from all over Teyvat showed up to join the celebration.

The lively Gaming just came off the stage after giving a performance which was soon followed by Furina who was now in the middle of giving a fabulous show of her own. Lyney already had his turn and gave a magic show earlier as well.

"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked Lynette and Freminet. That was the only problem with this gathering. He noticed his siblings were a little shy to socialize with others.

From Fontaine almost all of Aether's friends were here, which was quite surprising. Even Neuvillette, and Wriothesley - but then again, even the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide wouldn't miss a chance to enter the Traveler's infamous Teapot realm and enjoy a cup of the finest tea.

From other nations there were people like the very loud Harbinger Childe, Venti the Bard from Mondstadt, Arataki Itto from Inazuma, Hu Tao from Liyue, just all those personalities combined made it quite lively, loud, chaotic and energetic, so he understood why Freminet and Lynette were a little overwhelmed by it all.

"Maybe we can join them?" Lyney suggested, pointing at the Sumeru table where a few people were playing cards, but Lynette shook her head.

"I'm fine. I drink tea," she said stiffly. Wriothesley, at the same quiet tea-table, nodded proudly.

"It's good tea," he said. Neuvillette merely nodded. Lyney shrugged. He would feel bad to leave them alone so awkwardly, even though he felt a little more tempted to engage with the others, to learn more about their nations, their friendship with Aether, maybe to show them more of his magic tricks and- oh.

A trick. Maybe he could get Freminet and Lynette to open up if they helped him with a trick! Not just a trick. The secret magic trick.

"Guys, do you remember my secret magic trick?" he asked Lynette and Freminet. Freminet shook his head.

"What secret trick?" Lynette asked.

"The one that makes people laugh. Even you, it made you laugh," Lyney said, and he winked. Lynette blushed.

"Oh. That one." She clearly remembered, and Freminet did too since he made a little squeak noise.

"You wouldn't," he said.

"You've got my attention. I am curious now, right Neuvillette?" Wriothesley said. Neuvillette nodded again.

Lyney hummed and gazed around the crowded space. "Well, the secret trick needs a person to try it on. It's a magical trick to make someone laugh, so..." he explained, while he considered the perfect victim. Not anyone from the Fontaine group, the chance was they had seen the trick, heard of it, or witnessed him playing it on people in Fontaine. It was quite popular and effective after all.

So...

His eyes fell on Gaming who was still gathering compliments after his show. He seemed like an easy target, a sweet bubbly and curious person who would definitely want to try it out.

Lyney then stared at Childe, the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Very tempting, but being a member of the Fatui as well, he would meet him a little more than others perhaps, and besides, Childe was clever. This scheme could backfire, but at the same time, if he would succeed... Lyney would feel more triumphant than ever.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Lyney almost fell over when a deafening yell could be heard from the Oni, Arataki Itto, who had just lost an Onikabuto battle against the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. Itto looked like someone who would enjoy a trick like that, and he would most definitely fall for it.

While the Yashiro Commissioner and his sister looked quite elegant in a way that didn't really invite Lyney to trick them, at the same table sat a kind looking guy. Lyney knew he was called Thoma. He looked like he would accept and fall for it... perhaps?

The Mondstadt people were all too busy admiring Furina on stage, and the Sumeru group seemed very invested in their card game, however... Lyney noted the blond guy who seemed a little distracted.

"Kaveh? It's your turn," the fox guy said to him. Kaveh. Hm... Maybe him, but it was a question whether he would accept.

Lastly, Lyney glanced at Aether who was also staring at Furina's show at this moment. He had cute sparkles in his eyes. He was the perfect victim, but honestly, he was also the most dangerous. Lyney would definitely get his ass handed right back to him afterwards, but it could be worth it.

"Well? Who will it be?" Lynette asked, and Lyney smiled when he noticed she actually looked forward to this. Freminet seemed eager too.

With so many people together he was sure they would attract some attention soon, so he had only one chance to perform the prank- er, trick successfully.

#2partfics #genshin impact #lyney #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes #lee!gaming #ler!lyney #ler!freminet #ler!lynette

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imashoe69420 · 1 year

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Can we have a oneshot of Leo proposing to his s/o? or at least try because Reader is very clueless and even though she loves Leo, she also doesn't realize that he wants to create a special moment, and that the family also try to help him achieve it? please?

This sounds so funny lol

I’m going to assume you wanted fem pronouns bc of how you refer to the reader

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No Take-Backs

Rise!Leo X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leo tries to propose to you, but you couldn’t be more oblivious.

Pronouns: Feminine (she/her)

Timeline: Post!Movie (18)

Warnings ⚠️: Underaged drinking, slight angst, mild language

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Leo took a deep shaky breath as he stared down at the small velvet box he’d uncovered in the top drawer of his nightstand.

He was gonna do it.

He was going to finally propose to you like he’d promised all those years ago. Well, it wasn’t actually that long ago. More like four years ago when you and him were both fourteen.

It was more of a joke at first: Leo would flirt with you incessantly, occasionally quipping some pun about the inevitability of receiving your hand in marriage. You’d teased him one time saying that you two would tie the knot at age eighteen. Little did you know how seriously he took it.

Leo remembered the chills that ran down his spine when you’d said that. Chills mixed with the loud thump of his own heart pounding in his ears:

“If it keeps you quiet, we’ll get married when we’re eighteen. Okay?”

She hadn’t said it in the traditional sense, and maybe (Y/N) was just joking with him—hence the beginning of the sentence—but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission… if that’s the right analogy.

No matter how many times Leo told himself to take a deep breath and relax, the turtle couldn’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes of this particular scenario. Now he was sure that you two loved each other and he wanted to finally let you know how serious he was about you, but what if you were actually just joking?

You were it for him, he knew that. For the blue clad turtle, there wasn’t anything or anybody else he’d want to spend the rest of his life with besides you. It wasn’t like he could just find somebody else unless there’s some sort of mutant dating app. And who can guarantee that they’ll look as beautiful as him? This wasn’t to say that you were as good as he could get. In fact, he never failed to admirably address your visage whether you’d just gotten ready to go out or rolled out of bed at 1PM. Leo always called you beautiful and he always meant it.

Not just your looks, but you always made him laugh. And—it’s kinda shallow but he can’t help his feelings—fed his ego through your relentless compliments whenever he did something to better himself, or maybe just when you’re feeling especially grateful for him. God, did had he hoped his ego would’ve somewhat left him once he became an adult. But alas, he still couldn’t resist hearing a “you’re my champion” breeze past your soft, upturned lips once in a while.

You calling his name caused Leo to fumble the velvet box before hurriedly stuffing it into the corner of the drawer and shutting it as quietly as possible. “Y-yeah, babe?” He stuttered out.

“Come here, I need your help.”

For the last few hours, you and Leo had been moving into your own apartment away from his cockblocking brothers and Splinter. He was proud of himself: being the first in the family to move out at a reasonable age and have a long term girlfriend? This was something you only saw in movies.

The blue turtle—who’d actually forgone his bandanna today. He totally didn’t lose it in the move already—slowly made his way into the kitchen where (Y/N)‘s voice was coming from. You’d been placing sets of dishes into the cupboard, but you and him were both minimalists so you only had two of everything. Two plates, two forks, two spoons, two knives. The only thing you didn’t have two of were the napkins, but that was obvious enough.

You held a plate up to your face and feigned thoughtfulness. “Did you want yours in the left cabinet… or the right one?”

Leo chuckled, gently taking the plate from your hand. “Now that we’re moving in, everything is ours. Our house. Our plates. Our toothbrushes.”

With an eye roll, you stepped aside, urging him to pick his side. The turtle scratched his chin feigning contemplation before claiming the right cabinet. He took a step back, resting his hands on his hips contently.

You giggled as you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait to start living with you. It feels like we were just dating a few days ago and now we have an apartment together.”

The time did seem to fly for Leo as well. You and him started dating when you were both about fourteen and have been inseparable since.

Now he was going to marry you.

He placed his hands on your waist, gently swaying the both of you with an iconic sly smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. You knew you’d be in this forever, right? No take-backs.”

With an enamored sigh, you gently pressed your lips against his snout. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

• • •

A month passed and Leo still hadn’t worked up the courage to propose. There’d been a constant whining voice in the back of his head telling him that this wasn’t a good idea.

Your words a month prior had him thinking that you weren’t ready to get married yet. If you felt like you two had just started dating, would you really want to get married so soon after moving in together?

But everything else told him to marry you. He wanted to have you as his forever. The memory of the two of you meeting, going on your first date, and having your first kiss played on repeat in his mind. All those moments meant so much to him. If he ever had children, he would recite them to them all the time; every chance he got.

One night, though, he thought was as good as any to try his luck.

You and him were sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building eating Chinese and drinking out of Coke bottles that may or may not be filled about half way with liquor. Leo quickly realized that alcohol mixed with emotions wouldn’t be ideal when proposing, but maybe it would boost his confidence if anything.

You’d been talking about your college courses and how tiring it’s been.

“I feel like a zombie sometimes: just doing things on autopilot. Everything’s more of an instinct than something I wanna do, y’know?” You took a swig of the spiked drink, sighing deeply afterwards. “Like, I go to school to be something more than what I am now but… I duwanna be a mindless slave to the economy. Y’know?”

The turtle in fact didn’t know what you meant. He’d never had to worry about school or college or the economy besides the rent for the apartment.

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. I’m glad I don’t have to worry that much about school and stuff like that. Sounds stressful.”

You slowly nodded, the alcohol suppressing your reaction time. “Yeah, it is. But it’ll be worth it, I think.”

They sat in silence for a couple seconds, car horns blaring from down below. The chilly night breeze toyed with your hair, and Leo couldn’t help but admire you tucking the strands behind your ear before taking a bite of your orange chicken.

A question soon entered Leo’s mind and he thought it would be harmless to ask. “So, like… do you think we could… be more?”

That came out awful. He didn’t mean to stutter so much.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “Be more? What more could we be?”

Leo laughed awkwardly. “I dunno, like… what comes after two people move in together? We just exist together like an old couple?”

“Well, old couples are usually married so…” your words trailed off as you began to connect the dots. With a smirk, you slid closer to your boyfriend. “Ohh, you wanna marry me?”

The lump in Leo’s throat only grew in size, causing him to clear it out. “I mean—well—yeah, but eventually! Not like, now or super soon or anything.”

How smooth.

With an obnoxious laugh, you pressed your head against his shoulder. “You’re so cute. But I don’t think you want to marry me.”

This was something that the blue clad turtle didn’t really understand. How could he not want to marry someone as amazing as you? You always make him laugh, you’re fun to talk to; to have around, you understood him in a way he felt no one else could. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?

“Why’s that?” He asked.

You hummed in thought. “I dunno. I just feel like I’m not someone anyone would want to marry. I’m the girl people have fun with for a few months or years and then never see the rest of your life. My existence in people’s lives is very temporary.”

If you only knew how much that both hurt and concerned him. “No way. Not for me.” Leo unhurriedly reached for the ring in his pocket, the velvet texture of the box soothing his anxiety. “We’re locked down, remember? No take-backs.”

Somewhat of a tension filled the air the second he finished his sentence. You seemed upset—no, conflicted at what he’d said. The turtle began to say something else, but you quickly hopped to your feet with the Coke bottle in your hand. You pressed it to your lips, chugging it down until it was empty. Returning your vision to your boyfriend, you held out your hand to him and forced a smile.

“Dance with me?”

• • •

The next day, you were sort of hungover. Leo was the first to get out of bed to get you a glass of water and make breakfast for the both of you.

Your behavior last night almost diminished his hopes on proposing to you. Maybe it was best to wait a few years before even attempting if you already felt like you wouldn’t be a good partner in marriage. But the voice and the memories kept playing in his mind over and over again. It was as if it was his destiny to make you his. And soon. Very soon.

He tried again a week or so after the first time. You two were sitting on the fire escape talking and he felt like it was the time, but when he was down on his knee, you through your arms around him laughing and snorting in your drunken state. College had been kicking your ass and you hadn’t smiled often since his first attempt, so as to not ruin the moment, he bailed.

The next time, Leo had his brothers help him. But that was fruitless as well when you had to finish an essay, so you both turned in early into the night.

It became a battle to get you one, alone and away from your laptop, and two, to catch you in a good enough mood. Two months passed and Leo still hadn’t proposed, but you had just finished your midterms and were off for the next few weeks. He thought it was the perfect time to test his luck.

Friday night, he coerced his older brother to help him out. Snow had settled on the ground the day prior and he knew you loved the winter more than anything.

Later that night, your boyfriend basically yanked you to the frigid outdoors to the park. The two of you walked down the trail for a few minutes before you grew bored.

“Leo, where are we going?” You somewhat whined. “I love the cold but I’m freezing my ass off here.”

The turtle scoffed as to feign offense. “I’m taking you all this way and you’re complaining? I’m hurt, (Y/N).”

You chuckled lightly as you leaned against him. “It better be good or else you’ll find all your stuff in boxes when we get back.”

After a few more minutes, Leo demanded you to close your eyes and he would guide you the rest of the way. His heart thumped in his chest the closer they came to his surprise. You had to say yes. You just had to. The time and effort he put into this paired with his undying love for you had to be enough.

Soon, the two of you reached your destination.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Leo said as he ran in front of you and threw his hands into the air once you complied.

Before you was a white archway littered with blue faux flowers. There was a badly painted off-white picnic table to the side of it with a candle that seemed to be once lit in the center of it. The spread was rookie and maybe not the best setting for the winter but sentimental nonetheless.

“Surprise!” Your boyfriend exclaimed with a laugh.

“Aw, Leo, you’re so sweet.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic table. “Did you do this all yourself?”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, Raph did help me a bit. But it was my idea.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as he sat across from you. The look in his eyes was different than usual. His eyes constantly darted around as if he was waiting for something. When he would make eye contact with you, you could tell that he was anxious.

“Are you alright, babe?” You placed your hand on his. “You seem... nervous.”

The blue clad turtle waved his hand as to nullify your concerns. “No, no, I’m fine. Just great, but, uhm… I have something to ask you—er, tell you...? Ask and tell, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. Ever so slowly, he took your hand in his and led you to the arch. Underneath, he held your other hand and took a deep breath.

“For, like, the last few months, I’ve been trying to do this but… anyways, I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. From the time we first met to now, I’ve always loved you.”

You cooed. “Aw, Lee. I love you too.”

He chuckled before he continued. “I love your personality and your laugh and the fact that you still organize our two plates the same way.”

“Well how else am I supposed to put them? Yours is right, mine is left.” You chimed in.

Leo gazed into your eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. “You complete me, babe. You’re the only person I’ve met that truly understands me. You’re someone I can always go to with anything, and I want you to be in my life forever.”

The turtle slowly got down on one knee and retrieved the velvet box from his pocket. Your hands shot up to you mouth as you realized what he was about to do. He held the box out in front of him and opened it to reveal a ring with morganite crystals within it.

“So, uh,” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering again, “So… I just wanted to ask… will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you began to sniffle from the cold and from the heartfelt proposal. “Is this why you asked me about it? Being more?”

Leo nodded. “Just like we’d promised.”

It took you a moment to understand what he’d meant until you remembered the memory he was talking about. “Oh my god, Leo, you still remember that? God, you’re so cute. But… are you sure? Like, really sure? You want to get… married to me?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Leo said simply, an almost stern look on his face.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. When you had talked to him about no one wanting to marry you, you’d assumed that your relationship was temporary and Leo saying you two were “locked in” was only to make you feel better about the inevitable end. He wanted you. Forever.

“I… yes, Leo, I will marry you!” You exclaimed as you threw yourself at him, knocking both of you onto the snow.

For the first time in months, Leo took a deep breath and exhaled into your hair. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. His lover, his best friend, was finally his.

“No take-backs?” You piped up as you glanced up at him, an amused smirk on your face.

Your boyfriend laughed out loud before kissing the top of your head and nodding.

“No take-backs.”

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt reader insert #rise leo #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt oneshot #rottmnt oneshot

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chiiyuuvv · 6 months

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can I request xikers reaction to you being very stressed and distant??<3

• PAIRING — xikers x gn reader

• GENRE — coping skills for when youre stressed <3, lots of hand holding!!

• WORD COUNT — 688

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — ty for the request!!

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 (welcome!!)

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Offers to help you out with whatever youre having trouble with

But hes more confused than you

Hes kinda like that incredibles meme, where the dad is like "why did they change math?!"

Hes just like "😀 anywayss~" pushes the thing aside and starts talking to you

Sure your assignment is due in a few days, but with the way minjae is making you laugh, you'll just push it off until tomorrow ♡

JUNMIN ☆

"Hey, hey, breath! Breath!!" He'd notice your breaths shallow

Laces your hands together, making you rest your head on his shoulder

Scolds you (affectionately) about you overworking yourself

Doesnt let you leave his hold either

A pout on his face because he just cant believe you :( ♡

SUMIN ☆

"But hey!" He'd bump your shoulder, "at least you finished that paper!"

"And you did this! So take a break, you deserve it!!"

Will not let you do anything else for the day. The only thing you can do is lay next to him on his bed

Will suggest to massage your shoulders or anywhere else where you've gone tension

And best guarantee that he'll praise anything you'll do ♡

JINSIK ☆

Disappears and comes back with lots of DIY projects to do

And you'll spend the whole day doing that

Jinsiks painting you a wooden butterfly, youre making something to scare the others

You decide to test it on jinsik, and it definitely scared him (he wouldnt tell you that though)

And you'll spend the next morning laughing at the boys reactions ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

It would start with hyunwoo laying you down and rubbing your stomach

But soon you notice his eyes struggling to stay open, so you just turn around and hug him

Melts in your arms, his around your waist as he pulls you closer

So now your head is on his chest, and his is on your shoulder

And you fall asleep like that, your hands lacing together ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Finds some coloring books thats just been marinating at some place

Plus some old crayons/markers

And hands them to you with a small smile

Suggests to play some music while you color your hearts out

Will defo make fun of you if you color outside the lines ♡

SEEUN ☆

Would put his hands over your eyes and refuses to drop them as he drags you somewhere

Turns out youre just going for a walk around the neighborhood, seeuns fingers quickly lacing with yours

Talks about anything and everything to take your mind off of it

Makes you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, away from the cars

And even take you for some icecream if youre in the mood ♡

YUJUN ☆

"Wanna try this new snack i bought?" He'd try to take your attention off of it

Even if its unhealthy, he just wanna make you feel good

Feeding you the snacks as he turns on the television, not letting you do anything but rest

"Should i buy more of these?" He noticed that you were done with your bag in a matter of seconds

And even indulge in a 'snacks' conversation, saying which was your favorite, what youre sad discontinued, etc. etc. ♡

HUNTER ☆

"Oh my god, i just discovered this new song!!" Hunter would exclaim once you mentioned how stressed you were

Shares and earphone with you.. not to mention how close hes sitting next to you

Shows you ateez sunbaenim's newest album, dancing along with the songs in a silly matter to make you laugh

"Which one was your favorite!?" Hes so curious about your taste, and will play it again, immediately agreeing

He just wanted to pass his love for ateez to you ♡ (THE ALBUMS FIRE OMG)

YECHAN ☆

Another baby that wants to show you something that interests him

He's found this tiktoker that makes lots of funny videos, and hes just spamming them to you at the point

Laughs so loud at whatever the tiktoker says, but he softens when you start laughing

Stares at you fondly as he watches the smile on your face increase, but looks away when you catch him

"What are you looking at?" "N-nothing.." he quickly looks down, his face red ♡

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anitabighug · 1 year

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] Chapter Eleven; Obligatory Beach Episode

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Today is the big day. Julie shoots up in bed, the ribbons and lace of her bedsheet set flying everywhere. It's today. She bounces on the balls of her feet as she packs the essentials into a bright yellow duffel bag. Its today! She shovels cereal into her mouth so fast she gets the hiccups. “TODAYS THE DAY!!!” Julie screams out to the neighbourhood after flinging her door wide open. You can almost hear a collective groan from the sleepy residents. Yes, today is the day. But it is also five in the morning, Julie. You sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes… You can practically hear Julie slamming knocks onto Frank’s door from your bed. You take a quick look down at your sheets. You don’t quite remember how you got back to your bed last night, but it’s hard to ignore the way that your blankets were laid out one on top of the other, and how precisely you’d been tucked in. You wiggle a little in delight, enjoying the gesture for a moment longer before you finally get up. Julie wasn’t going to stop her assault anytime soon, and you did in fact need to get ready for the day. “Sunscreen, check. Sun hat, check,” You pat the hat on your head as you go over your checklist, Julie vibrating away in your doorway, groaning a ‘come onnnnn hurry uuuuup!’ “Please, Julie, a well prepared list is crucial when it comes to enjoying a trip.” You tell her, and the exhausted Frank on the other side of the doorway gives a knowing nod. “I mean, if I didn’t have this, I might forget the juice mix, or the radio, or even my swimsuit!” He continues to nod until the last one, where his eyes shoot open. He takes a deep breath, then turns back towards his own home, stomping off. Julie calls after him, but hes digging away in his bag already to find the suit he no doubt forgot at home. You giggle, setting your radio down on top of your load, “See? Like that! We can’t rush these things, Julie!” You finally check the last thing off your list, and Julie zooms past you, grabbing items in a frenzy and taking them outside to add to the growing pile on the pair of wagons the group was bringing with them on the walk. You certainly were surprised to hear there was a lake around here, and you couldn’t wait to take a few samples and squirrel them away in the cooler to bring home. You were even more surprised to hear that the post office and bodega were closing for beach day; though you supposed with no one else in town it would be an awfully boring day for the two of them anyways. You’d taken so long that at this point the other residents were starting to gather. Howdy had brought breakfast for everyone, along with a ginormous cooler he was dragging along behind him on the wheels. Eddie was carrying the bag for a tent on his back, along with a grocery bag full of marshmallows and firemaking supplies. It was obvious he was most excited for the camping and hiking aspect of the trip. The others trickled in slowly, either adding their items to the wagons or holding it themselves. Barnaby shows up last, already in his swimsuit, with his luggage being an impressive looking water gun strapped on his back. He lets out a loud, rumbling yawn, and starts to pull one of the wagons towards the forest. Julie lets out an excited squeal, and grabs the handle of the other wagon, starting to pull. It doesn’t budge, but she keeps pulling. You laugh and head up behind it, pushing it with her before she pops a joint. You take the opportunity to reach forwards, and flick your radio on, the batteries whirring it to life. [♫] Stuck - Caro Emerald “Stay close, it’s easy to get lost,” You hear Wally tell you idly as he strolls past you to walk with Barnaby. “Easy? Try guaranteed!” Poppy whines, trailing along at the back of the group to make sure no one gets separated, the bird on high alert. You can see why pretty quickly; within moments of being in the forest, you can no longer see the neighbourhood. It’s a little dim under the blanket of leaves, but the bouncy tunes from your radio keep the mood high as the group wanders deeper and deeper. It definitely didn’t look this thick from the outside, but such was the majesty of nature. You can hear Frank pointing out flora along the way, and what kinds of butterflies used it and in what ways. He’s strolling along somewhere in the middle of the group, Eddie holding his hand and leading him with the group so he doesn’t get distracted. It seemed like everyone was relying on the buddy system, thankfully. It took an hour or so to get through the woods, minus a short snack break in the middle where you split a peanut butter and jelly with Julie. Everyone starts to get excited out of nowhere, and you look up from your wagon pushing to see it finally coming into view. The lake isn’t huge; barely bigger than a pond, but nice and private and more than big enough for the group that had been brought. The side closest to you has a sand beach, with a fire pit right in front of you that had barely ever been used. The far side is lined with rocks and pebbles, and has a long pier with old lifeguard equipment still hanging off of. Julie lets out a squeal, and drops the pulley. Luckily, Poppy catches her and scoops her up before she can go jumping into the water in her street clothes. You help her gather the bags, and the girl’s group head into– what you assume are– the nearby bathrooms. There isn’t really much signage, but the inside is surprisingly clean and the light still works. You’re thankful that you can at least see while you change, and while Julie ties your hair up to keep it out of your face. She tries a few different styles before settling on just the right spot, high and tilted just so off to the side. The boys are ready by the time you leave the restrooms, and are already setting up home base. You hurry to Eddie’s side, gently lifting the instructions for setting up the tent out of his hand and flipping it over. He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, and the two of you hurry to decipher the glyphs and set up the tent. Julie and Sally are blowing up floaties nearby, and are trying to land them over Frank’s head every time they finish one of the coloured rings. He continues to struggle with some sort of butterfly float, head whirling around to glare at the girls every time they manage to get one over him. You laugh to yourself, and turn back to Eddie as he clicks the last bar in place, and the two of you drape and pin the tent with ease. “Team work!” You exclaim, and Eddie holds out his hand for a high five, which you graciously accept. “Makes the dream work!” He finishes, and laughs heartily. You’re interrupted by a shrill whistle, and you stand at attention. What… Was that? Poppy ushers the rest of your friends to your side, setting you in line. Oh, safety lesson, right. She goes on a tirade, walking past each of you and telling you the dangers of UV, and squirting a giant puddle of sunscreen in each of your hands. She gets to Barnaby, who winces a little at the idea of getting sunscreen in his fur. When she insists, He shrugs, and lifts the person next to him in the air. This happens to be you, and you yelp in surprise. “‘Nuff ‘a this! Beach time!” He yells, running towards the water and tossing you in, shrieking all the way. Julie cheers, slapping what remained of her sunscreen left on her cheek and running after the pair of you. With a loud splash, beach day was officially open, and the festivities began. [♫] Doped Up Dollies on a One Way Ticket To Blood - Big D and the Kids Table ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● It was always so nice to see his friends having fun together. Wally strolled back to the towels and umbrellas that had been set up, humming all the way, and took the seat he’d probably be enjoying all day. It was difficult to have a whole new place like this, but the fact that he didn’t have to keep up the usual facade was helping a lot. Though he did wish Home could join them for this, it would love to watch some of these antics. He’d have to make it up to it somehow. He couldn’t feel too bad, however, as he took the time to enjoy the view himself. You’d finally pulled yourself out of the deep water, absolutely sopping wet at this point, and resigned yourself to discard your usual coverup on the shore, leaving you only in your frilly one piece. You could’ve ignored this, if you didn’t immediately catch Wally ogling you, a big smirk on his face, his head resting on one of his hands. You feel your cheeks get hot, but luckily justice is served quickly. Barnaby lifts the package up, and drops it without even hesitating. The water balloon explodes in dramatic fashion right over Wally’s unsuspecting head. And he looks FURIOUS. He turns his head without moving his pupils until his eyes meet Barnaby’s. His perfect hair was ruined, wet clumps sticking to his cheeks, half of his face practically covered. You and Barnaby are in stitches. He slowly stands, and cracks his knuckles, “I’m sure you know… This means war.” … Barnaby sprays him in the face with his soaker, and then books it to hurry out of the range of his fury. Wally digs around in the luggage until he finds a suitable weapon; a second water gun, smaller, but it would do. He gets some of the bags pretty wet in the process, and then stomps over to the edge of the water to fill the gun. You laugh under your breath, and wander over to steal the spot he’d left free with his antics, already ready to dry off. You’d sit this one out, thank you. Well, at least you hoped you would. Just as you start to get dry, you are suddenly absolutely drenched. Barnaby is behind you, losing his mind, and in front of you is a very shocked looking Wally, water gun pointed directly at you. It seemed that in the excitement, You’d been used as a shield. “... Wally.” “... I am. so. sorry.” You turn back to look at Barnaby. He lifts up a balloon to tempt you with the forbidden fruit. You hold out your hand for it. Wally is running as fast as he can to escape now, letting out a shrill scream, and you are in hot pursuit. His puppet butt was going to be yours whether he wanted it or not. Soon, you’ve cornered him, standing in front of one of the larger rocks at the far end of the lake. “Any last words, Wally Darling?” You ask darkly, rolling the balloon between your hands. “... Truce?” “And just what is in it for me? Hmm?” You examine him closely. His cheeks flush, and he lets out a slight whimper. “Anything. My eternal gratitude. My life. Anything.” He pleads. You let out a tiny sigh. You just can’t resist those eyes, something in his begging is warming your frozen heart. How did Barnaby get up there? He lifts the water balloon above his head. This one is super sized; threatening to break already in his hands, and aimed for a direct hit at Wally’s head. You react without thinking, calling out his name and shoving him out of the way. He hits the ground, and the balloon hits you square in the face. You hear Barnaby going ‘aw, what?’ at the betrayal, starting to climb down from his perch. “... Daisy…” Wally is breathless, staring up at you. He didn’t think you’d ever looked so beautiful. He stood up, “... You just saved my life. You’re… my hero.” He is SO dramatic. You wipe the water from your eyes, coughing and sputtering a little. He hurries forwards, scooping you into a hug and pressing dozens of kisses across your cheek. You try to protest, try to squirm out of his grip. “Wally– Wait– Get a grip– We gotta run–” Its too late. Barnaby lifts his soaker, and drenches the both of you. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Gross. Get a room, you two.” With that, Barnaby leaves you two alone, setting his sights on someone else to annoy. It seemed to be Frank from the screaming you can soon hear. Wally is leaning his whole body weight against you, still whimpering pathetically about his hair. You roll your eyes, and reach up, brushing the locks from his eyes, “Oh, calm down. You look adorable.” “... Do you really think so?” “You always look adorable, Wally. This isn’t flirting, Its scientifically proven. We did a poll and everything.” You muse. He finally cracks, starting to laugh under his breath, pressing his forehead against yours.

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@elegantkidfansoul @itsyoboysparkel

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home fic

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saintmurd0ck · 1 year

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in flagrante delicto

frank masterlist | michael masterlist | part two (ish)

pairing: frank castle x f!reader x michael kinsella

summary: maybe it was the wrong idea to sneak away during a kinsella party, especially when michael's there to catch you in the act.

warnings: minor drug use, mentions of alcohol, threesome, dp, unprotected sex, m and f receiving oral, ass eating/ass play, amanda kinsella slander, cum... the list goes on

a/n: now let me tell you. this is an unholy abomination. enjoy the culmination of 4 months of writers block pretty much 💗

song recommendation: bad drugs (king kavalier)

The party is a distant blur in the courtyard below, fogged with your heavy breaths against the cool glass. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, Frank.”

His laugh mimics a deep, rolling purr as he presses you harder against the window, digging his fingers into your waist. The glow of the fairy lights dance across his face, faintly illuminating the handprints now marking the glass. You try not to wince at the evidence you’ve left, but Frank’s teeth on your neck clears every single worry running through your mind.

Some marker of relief glitters in your veins as you hear shouting, then as a crowd gathers around a shit-faced Eric, knocking back shot after shot with no care for the world. Frank’s clearly been distracting you far too long — to the point where you’ve forgotten where you are. At a Kinsella party.

You can guarantee what you’re doing isn’t the worst thing happening in this house.

Frank’s eyelashes flutter against your cheek as his lips ghost your skin, mouth finding yours as he pivots you around. He murmurs your name as you palm him through his jeans, savouring every thick inch of him with your lazy strokes. His fingers latch onto the button of your jeans, moving deftly to undo them, and then to wedge his hand between your legs. He feels for the soft lace edges of your underwear, tracking the wetness pooling between your legs. The outside world fades away as his finger slips over your aching clit, his low chuckle ringing in your ears as you arch into his touch.

Your sharp intake of breath echoes throughout the hallway at the quiet drawl that sounds.

“So tha’s where you’ve been all night.”

Fuck. You’re screwed.

You cast a subtle glance past Frank’s shoulder, surveying the man leaning against the adjacent doorway, clumsily fixing the mess that’s become of your clothes. Michael looks the two of you up and down, tongue clicking as he strides towards you. He opens his mouth to say something, but he stills instead, eyebrows arching as he folds his arms across his chest.

He’s the perfect portrait of a prom chaperone… waiting to catch someone in the act.

Heat blooms in your face as Michael inclines his head, mouth upturning into a knowing smile. “Well? D’ya have anythin’ to say?”

Words have long since failed you, so you try something else. A gentle nudge to Frank’s ribs has him clawing your elbow away, but your idea pays off.

He clears his throat. “Party was too loud.”

Michael nods, tapping his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. “I see.” He pauses, jerking his chin towards Frank. “Jimmy’s lookin’ for ‘ya.”

You study his face for a moment, eyes narrowing at his tone, at his clipped words. There’s an edge to him tonight, and if the past has taught you anything at all, now’s the time to be careful.

Frank bristles at Michael’s attempt to separate the two of you. “If you’re jealous, you could’ve said so.”

There it is.

Michael runs his tongue over his teeth, a clear marker of his irritation. And the fact that Frank is well and truly right. “‘M not jealous, Frank.”

“Then what are you doin’, spying on us, huh?” There’s a challenge in his voice, and it thrums in your blood. “Think I didn’t notice ‘ya creepin’ behind, thinking you’re all stealthy and shit? You’ve been out of the game too long.”

“Besides,” Frank continues, clocking in the way Michael’s eyes dart upwards, “I never said I wouldn’t share.”

Michael scoffs. “You must be jokin’.”

Frank clamps his hands on your shoulders, pulling them backwards so you stand up straighter. He grunts as your top rides up, as Michael stares at the now-exposed sliver of your midriff. You barely have time to register as Frank’s lips brush past your ear, mumbling a quick ‘this okay, sweetheart?’, and then as he waits for your approval. To put on a show, most likely.

“Yes, Frankie,” you murmur, tipping your head back to feel his stubble scratching against your cheek. To bare your neck, so Michael can see exactly where you want his mouth. To begin with.

“You think I’m joking, Mikey?” Frank says, voice dipping low, hands running up your sides to cup your breasts. It seems as if Michael’s frozen in place as Frank squeezes them, fingers dipping beneath the cup of your bra to thumb your nipples. You open your mouth to moan at the friction of the fabric rubbing against your breasts.

As usual, Michael’s a man of few words, either stony-faced or completely neutral. Not tonight, though. Tonight, all his tells lay open across his face.

“C’mere,” you breathe, watching his chest rise unevenly, noticing the breaths that start to catch in his throat.

You feel yourself falling apart as Frank nips your pulse, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat. He slides his hands under your shirt, hissing at the sensation of your silken skin on his calluses, at your raging warmth underneath his palms.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult, but your focus remains on Michael. Any second now.

He presses his lips together, throwing a glance behind his shoulder, checking to make sure no-one’s about to interrupt.

“Fuck,” he says, and walks right over to you.

. . .

As every semblance of self-control melts away, you feel yourself sinking into the feeling of two pairs of lips on your body, of the undiluted want radiating from the three of you.

It surprises you — how gentle Michael’s kisses are. How he asks for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth, by running it across your bottom lip. You let him in with a groan, though you know part of that noise comes from the man kneeling at your back, tugging your jeans down your legs. Frank kisses your hip as he shimmies the fabric down your thighs, stopping for a second only to capture the waistband of your panties in his teeth. He pulls it away before letting it go, satisfied only when he hears the snap of the elastic against your skin.

Your breathing goes shaky as Michael becomes more insistent, moving to cup your face while Frank drags his fingertips up your inner thighs. It’s as if they can’t drink you up fast enough, as if this is a fever dream about to vanish. A whimper tumbles from your mouth as Michael brushes his thumb over your cheek, stepping closer to slot himself between your legs. He shifts into you, grinding exactly where you need him, grunting at the newfound contact.

Where Frank is rough, Michael’s soft instead. Yielding. Not what you expect at all, coming from a man with his… reputation, but you can guarantee one thing: none of this makes him any less fearsome. Not as he beholds you, desire deepening in his eyes, settling over his features. Lips hovering over your neck, just above the spot he marked earlier, Michael slips your top off, exhaling at the goosebumps now prickling your skin. Frank trails his kisses down your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands, spreading you apart. It’s scandalous, doing this by the window, knowing full well about the party raging on just below.

And with Amanda in such close proximity. You almost huff at the thought of her walking up the stairs and discovering this.

Frank’s low grumble of approval breaks your concentration. “Let’s get her naked.”

Michael hums in agreement, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor as the straps come off your shoulders. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, shaking his head in almost disbelief. “Struck gold, didn’t ‘ya, Frank?”

“Sure did,” Frank chuckles, knuckles grazing your clit, making you yelp in the process. He moves out of the way as Michael grips your waist, guiding you backwards until the cold glass bites your skin. It’s nothing to you; not with the pounding in your heart and the heat in your blood with the thought of what’s to come. As he slots his forearm between your waist and the glass, Michael’s tongue snakes out of his mouth to wet his lips.

You loosen a breath, not being aware of how long you’ve held it, and look him in the eyes. He swallows, dipping his hand between your legs, dragging his finger up your centre before it stops on your clit.

“Oh,” you groan, bucking your hips, desperate for more. You have half a mind to reach for his hand, to guide him until you find your release, but it seems he has something else on his mind.

“Stay right there, pet. Can you do that f’me?”

You nod, eyes glassy, watching him stalk to the bedroom across the hall. He jerks his head at Frank, who flashes Michael a cheeky grin before turning to you. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, darlin’. M’gonna make you cum, alright? But you gotta stay quiet. Deal?”

You’re a panting, wet mess, but you manage a small ‘yes’. You gaze down at Frank, watching him take his place between your legs, then as his mouth makes its way up your thighs. The throbbing in your core is insistent now, begging, pleading, to be taken care of.

His eyes widen as you spread your legs for him. “Good girl,” he breathes, tongue darting out to flick your clit.

It’s an effort not to scream his name out loud, not when his tongue feels like that. You clamp a hand over your mouth, the other scrambling for purchase in his hair. He licks your clit in tight, little circles, paying close attention to the spot that makes you tremble the hardest, that threatens to make your voice break if you deign to open your mouth. He switches his rhythm, going back and forth, experimenting with touch and pressure until you–

Your voice is hoarse as you say his name. “Frank. Frank, I’m gonna–”

He pulls away from your clit, slipping into the deepest parts of you, letting your taste coat his tongue. He groans in delight, mumbling something that sounds like ‘youtastesofuckinggood’ but you’re too in your own head to decipher the tangle of noise – no, you’re thrashing against the window, eyes squeezed shut, fingers curling in the hair close to his nape.

“Please, please, please,” you start to beg, muscles going tight, savouring the feeling of his mouth on your pussy. You start to ride his tongue, and he lets you. He lets you take control, to position him where you want him. The cord tethering you to reality snaps, taking your body with it. Your orgasm is almost blinding as it hits, cresting over your body until your shoulders slump against the window.

“Fuckin’ hell, pet,” Michael hisses, palming himself through his jeans, standing just in front of you. You don’t know when he got back—in fact, nothing is comprehensible at the moment—but you reach out to him, nevermind the thin layer of sweat now coating your skin.

Frank gets up off his knees to wipe his mouth as Michael fishes something out of his back pocket. It’s a little baggie, filled to the brim with what you and Frank affectionately label, ‘The Kinsella Special’.

“Wan’ some?” Michael asks the both of you, tipping a little onto the back of his hand. Frank shakes his head, going to help you upright instead. You politely decline, considering how much you’d had earlier in the kitchen with Eric and Jimmy. The white powder coats Michael’s nostril as he snorts it, doubling back as it hits his system.

“Too much of that shit’ll kill ‘ya,” Frank comments, cracking a smile.

Michael scoffs as he puts the baggie away, placing his hand on the small of your back. “Let’s go,” he says, head inclining towards the bedroom. You lick your lips, eyes glittering with delight as you let him guide you.

Frank merely follows suit, smacking your ass on the way there.

. . .

The door slams shut, a little too loud for your liking, but the feeling of Michael’s lips crashing on yours overrides any semblance of apprehension lurking in your brain. He sweeps a hand into your hair, coiling the strands around his fingers. Your breathing is shallow as his mouth grazes the skin of your jaw, while his other hand cups your face.

Frank’s pullover is nowhere to be seen as he tugs you away from Michael, sweeping you towards him until your bodies are touching, the delicious warmth of his skin spreading to yours. You flatten a palm against his chest, feeling the hardened muscle underneath as he grazes his mouth against yours, hungry for all you could possibly give. You’re utterly breathless— mesmerised by him, by the both of them, and their sole priority: you.

You let out a low moan as Michael’s hands reach around to grab your breasts, rolling your nipples in his fingers. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, moving upwards to gently nip the shell of your ear. Your face grows taut as Frank moans your name, eyes fluttering shut at the sound of it coming from his mouth.

The word catches in your throat even as you don a purr. “Sensitive?”

Frank growls his agreement as his abs contract underneath your fingertips. He inches further forwards until there’s no space between the two of you at all, and then he takes your hand, not breaking contact once, guiding it down, down, down.

He grunts as you stroke him through his jeans, moving your hand over the swell of his cock. You reach behind you to palm Michael at the same time, running the juncture of your thumb over his length, and for a moment, there’s no other sound except for your shared breaths, and the low grunts that slip from both men. The wetness pooling in your core – and the urge to do something about it – sends heat up your spine, wending its way into every last nerve ending.

Your mouth goes dry as Michael steps away to pull his shirt off, revealing a torso rippling with muscle, and several adorning tattoos.

“Hey,” Frank chastises, sensing the shift in your attention, “eyes up here.”

“Fuck off,” you laugh, swallowing deeply as you rake your eyes over their bodies. “You’ll forgive me if I’m being vain.”

Michael averts his gaze, but he makes little effort to hide his grin. “Lighten up, Frank.”

The atmosphere instantly goes tense, silence weaving its way into every dark corner of the bedroom. Michael stiffens as Frank glares at him, boring past his softened exterior and into the Kinsella core inside. To the man you’d be scared to cross paths with, being the Punisher or not.

But Frank sputters instead, shaking his head as he cracks a mischievous smile. There’s a lightness to his face, in his now-relaxed shoulders, and it makes you soar.

“Now,” Frank drawls, “where were we?”

You only have a moment to nudge Frank in the ribs before Michael latches himself to you, his mouth like heaven on your tits. The three of you are a wildfire, desperate to get each other’s clothes off, barely pausing to breathe. Michael sits on the edge of the bed, fingers shaking as he fumbles for his belt. You knock his hands aside, groaning as he drags his tongue down your sternum, eyes dipping to the trail of hair leading below his waistband.

“Want you to do the same,” you say, motioning to Frank as you unbuckle Michael’s belt.

Frank nods silently, and your ears prick at the clinking of his buckle, then at the shuffle of fabric as he kicks his jeans away. You look towards him for a second, sizing up the bulge in his underwear. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as you turn around to find Michael sitting before you, legs spread and his cock in hand. He pumps it with a loose fist, biting his lip as he runs his thumb over the head. The corners of his mouth upturn as he meets your gaze.

‘Blow me?’ it says.

Lucky you’re more than happy to oblige.

You sink down to your knees, hinging forwards to brace his thighs. You kiss along the hard plane of his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs with the tip of your tongue. His cock twitches as your mouth nears.

“Fuck,” he grits, carding his fingers through your hair. Your eyes flicker with delight as you swirl your tongue over his sensitive head, as he bucks his hips into your mouth.

Frank’s lips brush past your ear as you take Michael fully, the tip of his cock almost touching your throat. “Bend over for me, sweet girl?”

Frank takes his place behind you as he listens to your hum of approval, chuckling as Michael groans your name. You’re throbbing hard now, core pounding as Frank spreads you apart, lapping up your glistening arousal. You moan with your lips still wrapped around Michael’s cock, digging your fingernails into his thighs as Frank pushes his tongue inside you.

“Remember what I said about being quiet?” Frank asks, swapping his tongue for two of his fingers.

“Yes, Frank,” you exhale, contracting around his fingers as he strokes that spot inside you.

“Gonna let you off the hook for a bit. I think you’d agree with me, wouldn’t you Mikey?”

Colour stains Michael’s cheeks as he opens his mouth to reply, utterly blissed out from the way you’re working him with your hand and mouth. “Mmh— yeah—“

Your eyes roll back into your head as Frank replaces his fingers with his cock, nudging it against your entrance. You bite your lip, hand freezing around Michael, stunned in place at the burn of Frank stretching you out. He hisses a frantic ‘good girl’ as you envelop him, little by little.

“Did I say you could stop?” Frank grunts, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust. Shuddering, you shake your head and try to put your mouth back on Michael, but no coherent thoughts run through your head. Frank feels too good.

“Suck him off or I’ll stop, princess.”

“Fuck,” you grit, wiping away the blooming tears in your eyes. “Fu—“

Michael guides himself into your open mouth, parting your lips with his head, gripping your chin as he looks down at you. “Look how pretty y’are, pet. Takin’ it so good.”

You nod furiously, a breathy moan loosening from your lips at the praise, and then as Frank slows his pace. Michael doesn’t seem to mind as you pull away from him, watching intently instead at the string of spit still connecting himself to you. His darkening gaze snaps to Frank’s at the sudden wet slap of his body against yours, nostrils flaring as you grip Michael’s thighs hard enough to bruise.

Your legs tremble as Frank withdraws himself to the tip, chuckling at your efforts to press up against him for more. You could groan at the emptiness inside you, at the feeling of your core going tight with impatience.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” he grunts, knotting your hair in his fist. He thrusts back into you, rolling his hips at a pace that almost has you screaming for more. He bends forwards, lips roving down the column of your spine, whispering his dirty sweet nothings until your thoughts are nothing more than a thunderous roar in your ears.

Michael lifts your chin with a sweep of his finger, running his tongue over the seam of your lips. You moan into his mouth, letting him in without hesitation. He laughs dryly at the guttural sound of Frank hitting that spot inside you, leaving you breathless as his tongue brushes against yours.

Your skin prickles with heat at the thought of having more, of being selfishly theirs. Only theirs.

And with that thought, Frank pulls you over the edge, relishing in the way you tip your head back, eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure coursing through your blood.

Not letting you get even one moment of reprieve, Michael sits back on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh for you to sit.

On him.

Your lips twitch into a sly smile. “You want me to…?”

His mouth curves upwards. “Tha’ too much to ask?”

You bite your lip as you get on your feet, hips swaying as you let him rake his gaze up and down. A flicker of amusement flashes across his face as he grips his cock at the base, spreading his legs to show you exactly what you’re missing with every passing second.

You lunge for him, pressing your back against his chest to straddle his thighs. You lower yourself on him, loosening a breath at the sudden fullness, at the way his cock fills you but still feels wholly different from Frank’s.

“There ‘ya go,” he moans, hands finding your waist. He guides you up and down his length, cursing at how tight your pussy is, at how wet you are for him. Frank’s wicked smile only grows as he traces his fingers over the outline of your lips. You open up for him, nearly choking as he shoves them into your mouth. With one hand anchored to the bed, you lift the other to his cock, squeezing him as you jerk him off, just the way he likes.

“Hey Mikey,” Frank grunts, hips bucking into your hand, “you wanna know what I see right now?”

Michael lifts an eyebrow, thrusts starting to match the rhythm of your hips. “Yeah?”

“She gets that look in her eyes when she wants to be used.”

You whimper at the words, and Michael stills for a moment. “Oh?”

Frank smiles sweetly at you, nevermind that his fingers are almost touching the back of your throat. “That what you want, darlin’?”

“Mmmm.” That’s all you can muster, when you’re riding Michael like your life depends on it, with Frank throbbing in your hand.

“Say it.”

“Please,” you beg. “Please. I want you two to use—“

“Dirty girl,” Michael drawls, teeth closing in on the side of your neck, his tongue flicking out once to soothe the sting of his bite. He stutters into you, slamming your body down into his cock. His hands knead your breasts as he groans your name, frenzied at the feeling of your cum dripping down his balls.

Tilting your chin upwards, Frank sweeps in to kiss you, taking over your efforts in jerking him off. His breath fans over the skin of your jaw, tickling the shell of your ear. “If I knew you’d fuck her this good…” he says to Michael, dark eyes ravaging you to the bone.

“Yeah, and?” Michael pants.

“Woulda asked you to do this a long, long time ago.”

Your head lolls to the side as you cum around Michael’s cock, squeezing him so hard he curses.

“Fuckin’ hell, Frank,” he whispers, voice hoarse, “you’d better not be bullshittin’ me, yeah?”

Frank’s smirk glints in the dim light of the room. “Now why would I ever do that?”

Michael drums his fingers along your ass, prompting you to get up, to use every bit of strength left in your flailing limbs to stand.

“We’re far from done, princess,” Frank drawls, helping you onto the bed. You’re half-tempted to tell him to heave you on it instead, when your legs feel like jelly and your skin sears with the imprints of their touch.

With your back cushioned by the soft sheets, you stretch your body, arcing your spine off the bed. You’re more than aware of the way you’re being watched in this moment, of the way you’re ensnared like prey to two apex predators.

“Attagirl,” Frank grunts, licking his lips at the writhing, squirmy display beneath him. His eyes snap to Michael’s. “Ain’t that right?”

“Spread ‘er apart, will ‘ya, Frank?”

Frank’s lips press into a line at the quiet command in Michael’s voice, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He does as he’s told, knocking your thighs apart with his knee, leaning forwards to lick circles on your clit.

Wedging his hands under your shoulder blades, Michael pulls you to the edge of the bed, making sure your head tips over the side. He brushes a thumb over your lips and you part your mouth instinctively, lurching forwards for a taste, any taste of him.

Michael’s voice drops an octave, and you swear his Irish lilt becomes more pronounced. “Eager, aren’t ‘ya?”

No retort comes out of your mouth, not when Frank buries himself inside you. Not when Michael stuffs his cock in your mouth at the same time.

But the excitement is short-lived, because the sound of slamming doors and shouting from downstairs drags their attention away from you. The party—

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Mikey?” Frank says, raising his eyebrows.

Michael looks to the ceiling as he runs his tongue over his teeth, lost in a moment of contemplation. “Yeah,” he starts, nodding, “yeah. Who cares? We’re busy.”

“If they hear somethin’ they don’t like, it’s their problem,” Frank agrees, looking to you. “You okay with that, angel?”

You raise your hips to fuck yourself against Frank’s cock, breathing your ‘yes’ into Michael’s thighs. He guides himself back into your mouth, hissing as he watches his length disappear past your lips, the angle deeper now with the position of your head. His hand flutters over the bulge in your throat, pace faltering as he listens to the sloppy, obscene noises you can’t help but make. They spur you on, almost as much as the sound of Frank’s low groans, and he lets you use him, grind on him, until you find your release yet again.

“More,” you gasp, breaking away from Michael’s cock, lifting your ass to go deeper. “Please.”

“Take what you need, sweetheart,” Frank exhales, abs contracting at the sight of your need, your desperation. There’s no more challenge, no more taunting in his words. It’s just Frank, laid completely bare, wanting you to take.

Unable to hold himself back, Michael spills down your throat with a roar, the syllables of your name ripping from his throat. You unravel with him, your cry muffled around his cock, knowing it almost takes Frank with you.

The aftershock ebbs away slowly with Michael slumping over you, palms flattening at your sides as he withdraws himself from your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispers, “sorry, pet. Didn’t mean to do tha’.”

Your eyes glisten with hunger as you lick your lips, throat bobbing as you swallow every last drop. “Anything for you, Michael.”

He grits his jaw at the promise in your tone. “On your front.”

He starts to harden at the wink you flash, at the sly ‘yes, sir’ you decide in a split-second to say. The sound of moving fabric rustles in your ears as you flip over, propping yourself up with your forearms. In a tiny moment of defiance, you arch your back, wiggling your ass in the air as if to say, ‘I haven’t got all night, boys.’ Frank counters with a smug smile, settling down near the headboard, resting his hands behind his head. He widens his legs, cock twitching with anticipation as he flexes his hips upwards. I haven’t got all night, either.

He makes a show out of touching himself, amused at the effect it has on you. You let out a long moan as Michael’s tongue laps at your pussy, but it’s cut short as his tongue travels further up, higher, until his mouth hovers…

“Mikey,” you breathe, hands fisting the sheets.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and the words melt against your skin, fringed with a gentleness you rarely get to hear.

“Of course,” you exhale, shivering at the warmth of him, so close to that part of you— “Fuck!” Your toes curl as he dives into you, feasting as though he’s been starved his whole life. He has you clawing at the sheets as he worships you, an infinite well of pleasure crackling through your body.

A muscle feathers in Frank’s jaw as he hands Michael a bottle of lube, one hand still gripping his cock, content with just watching for now. The cap pops open with a small click that reverberates in your skull, filling your mind with nothing more than embers about to spark.

Michael’s husky voice pulls you from the daydream, his finger starting to circle the outline of your asshole. “I’ll start slow, okay? You let me know if you need a break.”

Your nose scrunches as the lube stings with the cold, but it warms quickly with Michael’s gentle touches. He eases a finger in, pausing at your sudden sharp inhale, but you nod for him to keep going.

It doesn’t take long for him to slip the second finger in, then his third. He takes his time warming you up, always watching for signs of discomfort, but discovering instead that your moans are getting louder, that they’re turning into little pleas for his cock.

“You gotta speak up, sweetheart,” Frank chuckles, gliding his fingers along your pulse.

You angle your head around to Michael, who slaps his cock against your ass cheek, making a point of how quickly you managed to get him hard again. Your body tenses as he nudges the tip in, stretching you out inch-by-inch. It takes a second for you to adjust to his length, but then… then he begins to move.

“You look so good gettin’ fucked out, sweetheart. You know that?” Frank groans, pumping himself harder. You dart forwards to lick his broad head, to lap up the precum beading there.

Your eyes squeeze shut as Michael puts his body weight on you with long, languid thrusts filling you as much as you can take. You shove your hand between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit, desperate for friction. Every breath comes out shaky as he anchors himself — one hand on your shoulder, the other on the bed — and begins to snap his hips. He fucks you the way you deserve, and he knows it. The knot building in the bottom of your stomach threatens to unravel with every movement, your impending release singing through every nerve.

As if sensing it, Michael pulls out, leaving you empty. Unfulfilled.

“Hey,” you grumble, shooting daggers at him. “I was so close.”

“Jus’ savin’ the best for last, darlin’,” Michael winks, Frank echoing the sentiment seconds later.

Coaxing you off your stomach, Frank hauls you over him, dragging a finger through your slick folds before lining himself up with your pussy. You fight the urge to scream as you sink onto him, toeing the line between pain and pleasure with the thickness of his cock.

“God fucking damn,” you grit, flattening your palms against his chest, rolling your hips in large, smooth circles. He beckons Michael forward, grabbing your ass to spread you apart. Keeping his momentum going, Frank plants his hands on your hips to lock you in place, drilling into you at a pace that has you seeing stars.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” he groans, letting out a half-cry, slanting his lips over yours as he feels you squeeze around him.

Your body barely reacts as Michael assumes a position behind you, waiting for your breathing to calm before guiding himself into you.

“Oh God,” you whimper, “ohgodohgodohgod.”

Something catches fire inside of you as they start to move in tandem, and you’re full; you’re so full you can’t think. You can’t help the panting, your dragged out moans… it’s more than intense— a feeling you can’t link to anything else you’ve ever experienced.

White fringes your vision as they sync their rhythms together, moving faster than before, leaning into each other— into you. Your fingernails dig into Frank’s shoulders as their voices start to blur together; their grunted praise and hushed degradation almost indistinguishable from the sound of your whimpers.

Your head tips back as you clench on their cocks, and Frank surges upwards to capture your nipple in his mouth, nibbling on the pebbled flesh, if only to make you squeeze once again. His low groans and Michael’s soft curses distill in the room, suspended in the air around your bodies, as this becomes all you know.

Words don’t exist— thoughts don’t exist in this moment in time; it’s just you, and Frank, and Michael. Just the three of you, caught in a whirlwind with no beginning or end.

There is no end, even as they destroy you, even as they shatter within you, rendering every last drop they have to give.

. . .

You crack an eye open at the covers lifting off your body, then as Michael pads across the room towards the door. He shuts it softly, but he stands close enough that it’s easy to hear the conversation.

Amanda’s hushed voice comes through. “What’d you get up to last night? Didn’t see ‘ya very much.”

Michael pauses. Too long. “Yeah– uh, Frank and I had somethin’ to do.”

You choke.

Their words drown out as a sleepy Frank wraps his thick arm around your body, pulling you in tight, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Eavesdropping, sweetheart?”

You swat him away, to no avail, craning your head to hear the last of the conversation. “Shh.”

He growls, nipping at your shoulder, nudging your legs apart to slot in between. His voice, still gravelly from the effects of sleep, prickles your skin. “How about I get you all nice and warmed up for him by the time he gets back here, huh? Figured he’d need the distraction, after talking to her.”

There’s no masking the wetness pooling between your legs, or the heat licking up your spine. “Alright, Castle,” you smirk. “Do your worst.”

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wexhappyxfew · 3 months

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"walking in the park" for your new girl Flo? 💚 I have yet to read her blind date, but I bet this prompt will be fun for her!! 😊

hi killy! so sorry it's taken me some time to get to this - as you know, busy schedule and courses i'm in the midst of, but!! i have been working on this for a bit and finally feel that it is ready to get out to the world. it's definitely angsty though - i feel i've just taken some of these prompts and pushed sadness into them lol. BUT, i can absolutely say it was a joy to write and to dig into this side of her character. so THANK YOU!

prompt: 'walking in the park'

featuring: Florence 'Flo' Godfrey and Harry Croby (and Meatball haha!)

Quiet was probably the scariest five letter word she could think of at the minute.

Thorpe Abbotts was always loud, an almost more comforting four letter word that was always in her mind.

The small park on the edge of the center square in Langmere was a far cry from that. Because it was simply that, quiet. Something that was never a guarantee.

She'd frequented this small park throughout the summer months - now with the bitter chill of the wind and the fading of green leaves from trees, it filled the pit in her stomach with more remorse and sadness than she would've liked.

The bench was cold, but she wasn't lonely - the sun was out, shining brightly, warming her cold hands. Meatball was wrestling a patch of leaves, rustling about, tearing at the dried bit of life. There were some families here with their kids, a few older couples walking dogs or feeding the birds. There was still joy even in the midst of wartime. She shut her eyes and took in a breath.

"This seat taken?" Flo looked up from her spot on the bench she'd found, and saw the shadowed and sunny figure of Harry Crosby, lead navigator of the 100th, stood there. Flo looked up at him and swallowed briefly before nodding.

There'd been some run-ins on base here and there - even a few conversations as of late. And if anything, he was starting to be one of the last familiar faces on base for her to see about. She offered a weak smile.

Crosby sat beside her, stiffly at first, before relaxing and looking down to his interlinked hands. They sat in a quiet bit of silence for a moment of time, the two of them listening to the world around them, far away from war for the time being, yet still on the border where it was enough to overshadow how peaceful the place truly was.

"Everything alright?" he asked her and she spared him a glance and nodded.

"Yeah, just, thinking a lot if I'm being honest," she told him with a nod, before noticing the soft look on his face and smiling a bit, "yeah, too much thinking." Harry let out a laugh and looked towards her and offered a somewhat sad smile, the light in his eyes dimmed but not gone, persistent, but flickering.

"You're the last familiar face for me on base," Flo whispered quietly, "besides maybe Rosie. Or Lemmons or Wink. But otherwise, everyone else….."

"Yeah." offered Crosby, his voice a delicate calm and quiet that settled the uncontrollable tremors of her nervous legs or twitch in her eye, "It's nice to see you though." He looked over at her with such a sincere look on his face that she were sure she could've broken down at the drop of a hat just at his words.

At the realization, at the break of his voice, the oddity of it, the heartache, the unusual feel of having to experience that.

That.

Losing all they had in the past few months.

It hurt to think about, to even relive.

Flo gently reached forward and looped her arm through his and gave it a comforting squeeze - she knew Bubbles death had hit him in harder ways than he had cared to admit. She remembered how she'd see them in the flying club, out on the tarmac, in the summer warmth, bathed in the sun's rays as they lounged in the green grass under the blue sky. Now, he seemed a shell of who he once was, broken by that horrid thing called war and what it meant to lose someone. Her eyes welled.

"You holding up okay?" he asked her quietly, glancing her way, earnestness in his voice and tone that made her shoulders go ridged and her mind go numb.

Everyone on that base was suffering about something in their own way.

Whether it was grief wrangled into a tightly wound ball, waiting to burst, or a certain sadness that even a morning sunrise couldn't hinder, it was something they were all dealing with - and in their own ways.

Lemmons had mentioned it the other night, when she'd finished some last minute details repainting something on one of the planes - he'd told her to hit the hay, take the night. He always seemed to know when she was lost in that daze she couldn't pull herself out of. She knew he could always sense it, see it. Between the look on her face, or that look in her eye. He always knew when her head was somewhere else and that she was trying to distract herself somehow.

Sometimes it was because she was thinking too much, or too hard about something, usually a certain someone that had occupied the greater part of her mind for months, who was suddenly gone.

Or sometimes it was because she wanted to take Meatball on a walk and try to help clear her mind.

Sometimes, it was her curled in her cot, Meatball's head cuddled in her lap, his gentle eyes looking up at her as she stared numbly out of the window by her cot.

He seemed to know, Meatball that is, that there was something going on. It was almost like she didn't know what else to do and had resorted to just always having Meatball close by - at breakfast, out on the tarmac, late nights spent staring at the stars, just her and Meatball side by side.

Flo felt silly sometimes, sitting out there telling Meatball all the deepest parts of her, but then her eyes would well with tears and he would sit and stay like the good dog he was, and listen, even if it meant the occasional treat or extra leftover of something off the table after dinner.

Sometimes she wondered if Meatball realized he was gone. That he wasn't just gone on a trip or gone for a few months, that he wasn't returning and coming back.

Sometimes she wondered if he knew somehow in his mind that Benny was gone.

Flo looked to Crosby and nodded.

"Yeah," she managed out with a nod, like she was half-convincing herself that she was okay, "yeah, I'm okay." Crosby offered her a crooked smile and she tipped her head towards him.

"How about yourself?" she asked him, trying to put on her best smile his way, "I know you've been working hard; we come in at the end of the night and you're still up." Crosby let a grin grow on his face and chuckled before looking at her and nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Crosby said, "writing to Jean, or well…..trying, is the better word for it." Flo watched his face; the way his mouth seemed to frown and his eyes looked sadder and more sullen, the far-off look distant in his orbs that flickered in and out when he glanced someone's way.

"It's hard," Flo whispered, her voice dropped to a resolute tone, the emotion simmering at the brims, "to try and tell someone what it's like, to be here. Experiencing it. Living it." Crosby looked to her and she tilted her head.

"My Ma and Dad always write, asking how I am, how the boys are…." Flo felt her throat tighten, thick with grief for a split second and shook her head, "ask about Benny, too, any news. It's just…." Flo stared out to the park, her eyes watering as she felt her shoulders drop. She was never great at feeling her emotions - sure they were there, but she could never really explain them in a way that made sense. So when she got to writing, it was usually a blank page for minutes before she could even write "Dear….".

"No one really understands unless they're here." Crosby said quietly, before gently placing his free hand over the one curled around his arm, "We'll find a way to be okay again." Flo watched him and then nodded, something in his voice and his eye convincing her that he was right.

Crosby was always right.

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thewritingofamadwoman · 6 months

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Hate To Watch You Go, But Love To Watch You Leave

A/N: Brett Dalton has my heart and watching him be all flirty and give heart eyes to the stunning Gabi Mosley in NBC’s show Found has me giggling like a school girl. Thought I’d toss in my two cents with an OC included in the fun of Episode 4.

Let me know what you think! 🤗

Pairing: Mark Trent x reader (no descriptions used but feminine pronouns are used by other characters when describing the reader).

Warnings: fluff! And a bit of harmless flirting.

I stepped out of my house and turned back to lock the front door. As I was done securing it, the car waiting for me by the curb honked loudly. I offered a middle finger behind me before walking down towards the car and smiling at the driver. Dhan smirked at me and rolled his eyes as I opened the passenger door and sat myself down.

“Was the beeping necessary?” I asked, buckling myself in as Dhan took off.

“Absolutely, annoying is my favorite past time. Was flipping me off necessary?” he said with a deadpan expression, his voice mocking mine. I scoffed at him but smiled nonetheless. Dhan and I were always like this, teasing and annoying each other to the point where people naturally assumed we were siblings. Truth is, Dhan was my best friend. Ever since we started working at Mosley & Associates, Dhan and I were inseparable. I turned back to look at him as we drove to our destination.

“Thank you for picking me up, the mechanic swears that my car should be ready by Monday at the lastest,” I smiled sweetly at Dhan as he rolled his eyes playfully once more.

“You sure it isn’t because you want a guaranteed designated driver so you can get smashed?”

I laughed, shrugging.

“I mean, I was being genuine but be careful cause I might just take you up on that. You ready for another rousing team bonding night?” I teased, knowing that he would rather be doing anything else than playing silly board games at Zeke’s house.

The whole team bonding experience was curated by Lacey, who truly was a sweetheart, and wanted everyone to come together and celebrate a night without any cases to solve. A night where we could let loose and just enjoy each others company. I thought it was a genius idea; things often got too dark in our line of work and a night of inebriated fun sounded like heaven. Every 3rd Friday night of the month, we would all meet up at Zeke’s house for booze, food, board games, charades and even karaoke.

Dhan huffed out a laugh, turning onto Zeke’s block.

“Whatever you say, Short Stop.”

I gave him another middle finger while we searched for parking. We finally found a great spot down the block and walked up to Zeke’s side door. It seemed that the door already ajar with laughter and music seeping through. Lacey was the first to spot us and ran over to me with two beers in hand.

“Yessss the team is all here! Just one more person to go and then we can get this shit started. I’ve only had one drink and I need to rectify that ASAP.”

I laughed while Dhan took his first swig, thanking Lacey for the drink. I went around giving everyone while asking Lacey what she meant.

“One more person? Who else is coming?”

I plopped down on the couch as Lacey answered, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“Oh you know, just Trent.”

The look she was giving me screamed “the cat caught the canary” and I could only smile. Lacey has been doing her absolute BEST to try and get Mark Trent and I together for the majority of this past year. Little did she know, he and I were already in a secret little situation-ship of our own. We had been keeping it quiet, not wanting to let anyone into our own bubble for as long as we could help it.

I kept a neutral face and smiled back at Lacey, ignoring her suggestive glances.

“Oh is he? That’s great, it’ll be an amazing ego boost for me when I kick ALL of your asses at Catan.”

Lacey gave an annoyed huff and I took a generous swig of my beer. Dhan groaned out loud and I looked back at him.

“Why the fuck does the cop have to be here? He’s pompous as shit.”

I laughed loudly and Gabi chuckled from across the room. Dhan hasn’t been Trent’s biggest fan for quite some time now, but his dislike only seemed to intensify over the past few months when Trent and I got together. Of course he didn’t know we had gotten together, but it just seemed that Dhan’s brotherly figure senses kicked in magically and he felt the need to always make a snarky comment about Trent.

“Remind me again why you don’t like him?” Margaret asked from her spot by the fridge.

“He’s annoying as fuck and I don’t know if anyone else can see it, but he just eye fucks Short Stop over here any chance he gets. It’s kind of disgusting.”

I almost spit my drink out and snorted out a laugh while Lacey rebutted before I could speak.

“Disgusting? I think it’s hot, he clearly has a crush on our girl here. And he’s such a nice guy, always helping us out,” she smiled at me again, winking as if that was the selling point that would make me finally jump into Trent’s arms.

“I can’t help it if he stares, have you seen me? Fucking gorgeous!” I teased, standing up and giving a little shimmy while I walked to the kitchen to grab the bowl full of chips.

The sound of Zeke’s door opening caught my attention and I looked up, crunching on a chip as I did so. Mark Trent popped his head in and smiled, holding up a two cases of beer as he walked in.

“Hey guys,” he smiled in greeting, nodding at everyone. He hugged Gabi on the way to the kitchen counter to place beer cases down. I smiled at him, and he walked around the counter to say hello with a hug. I took in a breath after wrapping my arms around him, inhaling his cologne and smiling to myself. He gave me a gentle squeeze before pulling back.

“Hi,” I said sweetly as he smiled back.

“Hey you,” he said before addressing the rest of the team.

“I caught the tale end of whatever conversation was going on here before I walked in. Who’s gorgeous?”

Before I could reply, Lacey spoke up. I could see Dhan rolling his eyes and turning around to tune out the conversation.

“Our girl! I mean look at her, isn’t she just stunning, Trent?”

I blushed and threw a chip at Lacey as she pointed at me, and Zeke’s chuckled loudly at her ridiculous attempt at playing matchmaker. Trent looked back at me, a twinkle in his eye as he smirked and gave me a quick once over.

“Yeah, she’s alright.”

I let out a incredulous laugh and slapped Trent’s shoulder. “Dick,” I laughed again and moved away from him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back, laughing as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me in close.

“I’m just kidding, you’re beautiful.”

I beamed under his praise, his voice melting my heart. I stared up at him, loving how his brown eyes shined with mirth as he stared right into my own. We smiled at each other, forgetting where we were for a split second before a loud cough from Dhan’s brought us back to reality.

“Anyyyyy way, who’s ready to play! Guys verse girls, let’s go ladies!”

Lacey dragged me and Gabi towards the couches to get settled. I was laughing before my eyes connected with Gabi, who had a smirk on her lips. She quirked her eyebrow at me as if she knew something. I gave her an innocent smile and ignored her stare as we began to play.

Hours went by and we were having the best night. We were all slightly buzzed and finally relaxed. I had gotten up at some point to use the bathroom and retuned back to find that the only seat free was by Trent. The rest of the gang was busy watching Zeke and Margaret battle each other in Mario Kart on one of the giant flat screens. I plopped down next to Trent and smiled at him. The feeling of his thigh pressed against mine and his arm tossed nonchalantly over the couch behind me warmed my heart again. I suppressed a shivered, loving the idea of being close to him physically while everyone else was none the wiser. Almost as if he had read my thoughts, Trent leaned down to speak to me.

“Hey,” he whispered, eyes full of happiness.

“Hi,” I whispered back. “Having fun?”

Trent shrugged and nodded, looking back at the team as they all cheered Margaret on.

“Yeah, it’s fun. Everyone’s nice, even Dhan mellowed out after giving me dirty looks all night. What the hell is that about?”

I giggled and looked back to see Dhan place his hands on Zeke’s shoulders, shouting at him to speed up.

“Yeah, apparently he doesn’t like the way you “eye fuck” me,” I said nonchalantly but gave him a teasing look. I leaned in a little closer, the alcohol in my system making me braver in this current setting. “Is that what you do, Trent? You like eye fucking me?” I said sultrily, looking at him with a small smile on my face.

Trent’s eyes tracked from my lips back to my eyes and he gave me a playful smirk, leaning closer to me as well. The arm that was behind me on the couch moved closer, Trent’s fingers playing gently with the bottom of my ponytail.

“Okay, so what if I do like eye fucking you. You have a problem with that?” He said, licking his lips and giving me a smile that made my knees weak. I giggled and looked back behind me to make sure everyone else was still preoccupied with Mario Kart before speaking.

“I don’t have a problem with it. Gonna demonstrate how you do it?” I teased and reached up to fix the collar of his checkered button down. Trent adjusted his position on the couch to face me even more and leaned closer, making my smile wider.

“I could…or I could get you alone and demonstrate a different type of fuc-“ He was cut off by the loud sound of Margaret, Gabi and Lacey cheering while Dhan and Zeke groaned. Trent and I straightened out, both of us with stupid smiles on our faces. I got up to go join the girls, but before I did, I leaned back to whisper in Trent’s ear.

“Maybe you can show me that demonstration you were talking about later at your place…” I winked at him and walked away, swaying my hips just as tad more than usual before leaning my chin on Lacey’s shoulder. In that moment, I knew that Trent probably hated to see me go, but I know damn well that he loved to watch me leave.

*gif not mine*

#mark trent #mark trent x reader #nbc found #found nbc #getting back into writing #please don’t judge me #my writing

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 9 months

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Killjoys week Day 1 - Memories

for @chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye 's killjoy week! absolutely no guarantee that ill actually finish the rest of these prompts bc i only found out abt this last night and wrote this first prompt in a sudden fit of creative inspiration. regardless this was very fun to do and i totally didnt tear up a bit while writing it!! :D maybe ill stick it on ao3 later bc i actually really like it, who knows?

Time feels as though it moves in slow motion as Kobra watches Korse slam Party against the wall across the lobby. He's starts running right as their back collides with pristine white tile, screams their name so loud even hes deaf to it as the barrel of a gun is jammed under their chin. He shoots blindly as he surges forward, clearing a path of fallen dracs, stepping on and over bodies like they're nothing but rocks in the sand. He's numb to the dozens of laserbeams that must sear his skin, doesn't feel or hear or see a single thing except for the red of his sibling's hair and the panic flooding their amber eyes.

For some reason, it makes Kobra think of August. He's not sure how long ago the last August was- hell, it could be August right now and he wouldn't even know. It could be Party's birthday right now and they'd both be none the wiser. They'd be twenty-one or twenty-two now, Kobra thinks, heart racing, stomach twisting, blood pounding away in his ears like his own personal drum kit come score his memories and play out his final scene. He'd asked his parents for a drumest one year for his birthday, stupidly, foolishly. They'd laughed him off in the moment, acting as though the request were the funniest joke they'd ever heard. When the day came around, he'd received a glimmering yellow dress and a new batch of pills to match. Late at night, after everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, Party had slipped a new tape under his door- a recording of a live set fresh and hot from the zones, featuring a nearly ten minute drum solo that Kobra still has memorized to this day.

The blood rushing in his veins changes its rhythm to match.

Party always asked for the same gift for their birthday, and every year they received it without fail- "I wanna go for a walk in the park with Addie". They were accompanied by their parents when they were younger, of course. Some of Kobra's favorite memories of his parents- the only good ones still intact really- are from those days on or just after Party's birthday, where Mom would be holding Party's hand, pointing out the different flowers that bloomed among the grass as they walked. Kobra would always wind up being carried on Dad's back, his arms slung around the man's neck in the closest thing Kobra would ever get to a real hug from the man. Kobra remembers whispering into his ear as they walked, pointing out nonsense only a child could understand, telling jokes that weren't funny but made his father laugh brightly all the same. Those moments are the only times Kobra can remember hearing the sound of his father's laughter. He thinks it might be one of his favorite sounds, right up there with the drum solo still pounding away at his skull.

Party's birthday gift changed as they got older, though. Mom and Dad got busier and busier, and Party became more and more responsible, and eventually they were allowed to take Kobra on their birthday walk all by themself. Nothing bad could happen to them anyways, right? They lived in Battery City- they'd be safe and sound regardless of whether or not Mom and Dad were there; the company would protect them. The only thing their parents ever seemed concerned about was Kobra causing trouble, "making a scene in public" as they called it. Kobra can still feel the stinging ache that blossomed in his chest each year as he was reminded- reprimanded- by Mom to "behave", "don't cause any distractions", "just act normal like your big brother does". The stinging would turn to burning would turn to imploding in on himself as he was forced to listen as Party's only instruction was to keep an eye on him, to make sure he stayed "well behaved".

It never really was Kobra they had to worry about, though.

Of all the walks they took on their own, Kobra still thinks the first time has got to be his favorite. The sly, anticipatory look in Party's eye had caused a slowly intensifying excitement to bubble up in Kobra's chest- they were planning something he just knew it. Kobra will never forget the way party smirked as they had grabbed his hand and pulled guided him off their usual path about halfway through the park. He'll always remember the way the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass melted into that of dirt and asphalt and oil and Party pushed their way through the bushes and led him further and further away from the park. The walk to the slums was long, but Kobra could never call it tedious simply for the fact of how new it all was. He'd never been allowed in this part of the city before- never seen so many colors as in the flowers fields of graffiti that bloomed on the cracking sides of buildings, never seen people who looked so different, so cool in their torn jeans and studded leather. To this day, Kobra has no idea how Party knew of the show that was going on in the lower level of some old abandoned warehouse. It was clear it wasn't their first time in the neighborhood, however, and Kobra wonders if, maybe, that's just what the place was always like- a perpetual venue offering a free showcase of whatever shitty secret band had stumbled across it that day. Even in the tapes Party snuck him, he'd never heard music so loud, so aggressive, so beautiful that he could feel it shaking his ribcage and eating away at his heart.

From that year on, Party's birthday had transformed into Kobra's favorite day of the year. There were a couple of times when they didn't go to shows, perhaps because of caution lingering in the air due to raids on the place the night before, or perhaps because Party hadn't been feeling up to it themself, head no doubt pounding away to its own, painful beat as it seemed to do more and more frequently as they aged. Kobra never minded when they didn't go to shows, though- he had just as much fun listening to zonerunner's tales of the desert or droids stories of DESTROYA. Sometimes Party would chime in with myths of their own, melodies of death defying superheros and impossibly beaten odds spilling from their lips with an electric energy that kept a firm grip on the attentions of everyone in the room. Kobra always loved Party's stories the best, the way they'd reel you in with failure, crushing all the hero's hopes of winning, before pulling out the most shocking twist imaginable ending with the villains defeated and the heroes safe and sound despite the impossibility of their success. "Real heroes never give up," Party had said at the end of one of such stories; words are seared into Kobra's brain like a brand. "Real heroes never stop fightin', even when everyone and everything tells them they should."

He's almost there. He's just a few feet away. He raises his gun and attacks the trigger with his finger even though he knows he's out of ammo by now. He prays to every deity he's never once believed in for a miracle. He locks eyes with Party instead.

They smile at him as a bright white flash overtakes their skull, blocking their face from Kobra's vision. That smile remains burned on their lips as Korse steps back triumphantly and their body slides down the wall, their eyes nothing but empty pools of blown out amber, devoid of life in a way that reminds Kobra of City drugs and supervillians and the unhappy endings they always promised their stories would never have.

Kobra screams, the final melody needed to complete the song that's been stuck in his head for years. Drums fade out as he collapses forward, arm outstretched towards the one person who he'd always follow, always let take him by the hand and guide him off the path, through the bushes, into the slums, the desert, the beating heart of the City. He wonders if it really is August as his body collides with the ground. He wonders if Party would've liked to go back to the warehouse one last time.

The final song that plays in Kobra's head sounds a lot like happy birthday. He'll have to remember how to play it whenever he wakes up.

#my fics #my writing #danger days fanfic #danger days fic #the kobra kid #party poison #killjoys week 2023 #ttlotfk #danger days

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i-didnt-do-1t · 9 months

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The one where Katherine follows the Delanceys’ down to the basement.

cw: threat of violence

The door to the basement slammed closed behind him, and Oscar wasn’t expecting a hit to land across his cheek as he stepped out into the hall.

It wasn’t a hard one, nothing compared to the backhands from Snyder or da, but enough to send his head sideways at the unexpected nature of it, enough for it to sting.

Immediately on guard out of the corner of his eye he caught movement again and caught the wrist in a harsh grip before the second hit could land.

When he looked at her, Katherine Pulitzer didn’t look back. Her gaze instead fixed on his bruising red knuckles circling her arm.

“What did you do to him?” She asked and her voice was hard, all sharp edges, and she didn’t seem afraid of Oscar either, not in the way she should be, and the realisation felt like pin pricks in his skin still buzzing from the adrenaline of beating on Kelly. So he tightened his grip, working against the logical part of his brain that told him it wasn’t in his best interests to rough up Joseph Pulitzer’s daughter and jerked her arm to the side forcing her forward.

“Only what your father paid us to.”

“Clearly money matters to you more than your morals.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine money is anythin’ that you’ve ever had to worry about.”

It was only at the vitriol in his voice that she attempted to pull her arm away from him. Instead he tightened his fingers, his knuckles aching at the movement.

He could feel Morris at his side, feel his stare, something akin to a glare but nothing enough to make him stop yet.

“There are other ways to gain it than being fists for hire, then beating on kids that are only trying’ to make a living-“

“Okay” Oscar relented. “Maybe there is. But maybe breakin’ Kelly’s hand is more satisfying’.”

He enjoyed the way her eyes widened, the way her jaw tensed with worry.

“You’re both bas-“

He cut over the top of her, loud and sharp and blunt. “-being paid by your father. Who told us we can treat him as we see fit.”

She was biting her tongue. He could tell. She tried to pull away again and he had to stop himself from laughing, almost had to admire her confidence.

“And we ain’t nothin’ next to what Snyder’s gonna do to’him. You gonna go start a fight with him too? Think you can win that one?”

“Let go of me.”

“You hit me first.” He turned to Morris, his too casual grip far too strong for the harsh way she tried to yank herself away again and failed. “What d’you think Morris. Brave little girl reporter ain’t so brave no more.”

“I am not, a little girl.”

“Oh. Course’ not.”

The mocking in his tone was enough to make her expression shift again from worried to angry before it stuck something firmly in the middle.

Oscar didn’t really abide by the whole, you can’t hit girls rule, not that it was something that he’d actually done, but he always thought if someone, anyone, swung first he was going to hit back twice as hard. But Katherine was different, laying a hand on Miss Pulitzer in any way that could leave a bruise all but guaranteed their return to the refuge, if not actual jail.

(but something in him, something that hated his father in a way not dissimilar to how she seemed to resent hers right now, told him she wouldn’t be saying a word. And maybe that was something he could respect.)

It was Morris in the end that lightly kicked his shin.

“Let her be. Door’s locked any way and you got the key. Ain’t like she’ll be getting in.”

And like she’d almost forgot Morris was there, her other hand raised, to try and hit out at them or do something stupid like try and grab the key in Oscar’s pocket he wasn’t sure and they weren’t gonna find out either, because this time in one fluid movement Morris grabbed her other arm.

“Thought you was meant to be smart,” he said, and he just sounded tired. “We can stand here arguing and Kelly can hear every word. You wanna make him worried bout you too on top’ve everything else?”

For a second Katherine was quiet, gaze flicking between the two of them and Oscar wondered what she was seeing. The Delancey brothers, made of the same blood and flesh who shared the same crease in their brows they got from their da. Snyder’s mutt’s from the refuge raised to bite and bare teeth. Oscar and Morris, side by side and back to back, putting money in their pockets and restless with the constant casual background hum of anger.

“You both could’ve helped.” She said eventually, and she pulled her arm from Morris, he let her go, shoving his hands back in his pocket before he came up with a cigarette. “You could’ve helped them.”

And the words felt familiar to Oscar, something similar spat at him one morning. He was right then, and he was right now too.

“Yeah? I help the guy who puts money in my pockets.”

He tightened his grip, only for a couple seconds, only until she winced, the expression near imperceptible, and then he let go. Swallowing down the rest of the anger, restless and pulsing through his blood and his limbs. He needed a drink, or a fight, or to turn around and beat on Kelly a little more.

Instead Morris shoved his shoulder toward the hall door.

He paused before he started walking though, sending once last look at Katherine as she held her arm to her chest and stared after them, frustration and something almost like fear written across her face, but not of them, not for herself.

“When Kelly fucks up his choices you ain’t gonna want to be at the rally Pulitzer,” He said, “Snyder’s men ain’t gonna be as nice as we are, not gonna have no qualms about hittin’ a girl.”

#constantly thinking about a broadway boot a watched a While ago where Kath follows the delanceys to the stairs and reaches out #and they roughly shrug her hand away

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chrissturnlover · 4 months

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Will you cry (part 1)

summerize : In a school full of students, there is always some type of rivalry, but I can guarantee you that it’s never like in Boston High. In that school, people are completely divided in two. Matt and his current girlfriend reign on the crimsons side. One day, the shy girl returns from summer break, all broken out of her little shell and starts putting everyone in their place. What’ll happen when she decides to do the same thing to Matt?

warnings : mention of negative parents!

You were never really one to stand out. Not on the streets, not at home, not anywhere. At school you were always sitting alone at the lunch tables, munching on your food with no one by your side, as you watched all the other teenagers talk and socialize, start new friendships and have actual fun.

In every class you always sat all the way in the back by the window, because being noticed, and being seen was one of your worst nightmares. You tried to run away from any kind of attention.

You always lingered in the shadows and in the corners, trying your very best to get through your day without being bothered. When you walked down the halls, your eyes were always trained on the floor or on your shoes and you never found the courage to look up, not even for a single second.

You were pretty sure that absolutely no one has ever seen your face or even a part of it, nor did they actually seem to try to, because nowadays if you didn’t get along with the crimsons, you didn’t get along with anyone else. Instead you were part of the losers. That’s literally what they called you and people like you. And god help, someone from the crimsons is seen with one of the losers. The world would actually fall apart.

The two sides don’t mix, they never have and they never will.

So you tried your best to stay out of crimsons regions and in order not to get noticed, you always had your hair up in a ponytail, a pink headband on your head, to try and hide the little scar you found yourself with at your hairline. Your glasses were the still the same ones you’d gotten in first grade, making you drastically outgrow them, and making you look like a complete and utter child.

You had no friends and every single time you tried to make any type of conversation with anyone, they immediately shrugged you off, laughed at you, or just sraight up ignored you.

At first it bothered you so much, it really did. You cried yourself to sleep every night, wondering if anyone would cry if you let go, because everyone that was currently in your life was completely shallow. But with time, you started growing and learning that maybe it was be better this way.

And as if to add as a cherry on top of the cake, your situation at home wasn’t really that much better either. Sure, you were filthy rich, but just like in all the clichê stories, your parents didn’t spare you an ounce of attention. They were always traveling and never really home. What hurt you most though, was that you knew that this wasn’t just some little night time story.

It was your life. Your very real life.

The only thing that made you a little happier was knowing that you were actually smart. You always got sraight A’s, making you pass all of your classes with ease, but who where you kidding? You had to, or else you would get a hell bent lecture from your parents.

The only question on your mind at all times, was, how did you get to be one of the loser? Who had the right to decide it for you, and put you in that position?. Why did you have to be the one person that had to live through the hell that was high school, all alone?

That was actually what you were also thinking about right this moment, as you were crossing the street, after you’d seen that the car had stopped and gestured for you to go ahed. When you thought that the day was over and nothing could annoy you any further, you heard a voice that made you let out a loud huff. You could hear him, his annoying voice and his friends from a mile away.

You kept your gaze low, as you heard them talk. “Whatever dude, I’m so excited for summer break, you have no Idea” You heard his voice, making you grip you backpack even harder as you walked by them. None of them even spares you a glance.

His voice hit you like a bullet. It triggered every sense in you, because it was the voice of the one and only Matt Sturniolo. The reigner and leader of the one side of the school. The crimsons. He was the one who started all of this bullshit. Him and his girlfriend Marissa.

They were the reason you were all alone. Neither knew your name and you were sure that Matt would not know who you were, even if you’ve lived down the street from him your whole life, which you actually did. He didn’t know your name, he didn’t know what you looked like and he definitely didn’t know what your voice sounded like.

He didn’t even know you fucking existed.

You walked down the street before going up the three steps that led to your front porch. You looked back slightly, seeing Matt riding his skateboard down the street. His long fingers, grabbed his cap and turned it around, while a flannel hung loosely on his waist.

He picked up some speed while he kicked the roadway, leaving behind some dust. He jumped up, grabbing the bottom part of his board, spinning it a little and finally landing the trick perfectly. You rolled your eyes as you saw him walk up to his girlfriend and place a kiss on her lips. His friends applauding him like he’d just found the cure for cancer, also tapped him on the back supportingly.

Your attention snapped back to the door, where your key had been hanging in the keyhole for the last five minutes. You turned it, satisfied, when you heard the click sound. You pushed the door open slightly. “Mom, Dad! I’m home!” you yelled into the house, walking up to the kitchen table.

As you awaited an answer, you spotted a note laying on the table. The only words written on it were. Be back later, figure the oven out by yourself!. You felt tears cloud your eyes in a span of seconds, but you decided to push them back, knowing that your parents weren’t worth your pain.

You put the note back on the table, with a heavy sigh. It was now finally summer break. When you looked out of the window at Matt having fun and living life at his best, not knowing how miserable some people were because of him and back at the note in laying on the table, you came to a conclusion.

This had to stop.

Things had to change.

#Spotify #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo

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sunshinediaz · 11 months

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wip wednesday (except it's not wednesday and i'm impatient)

uhhhh, this is from that fic (series???) where eddie has a mommy kink and buck indulges it because he's a good sub top who wants to fuck eddie pregnant & i cannot be fucking calm right now

Okay, so, it goes like this— Chris starts seventh grade in a couple weeks, something Eddie’s agonizing over because his little boy is going to be a teenager in a matter of months, and so the school is hosting its annual open house where parents and teachers can meet and mingle to learn a little about one another before the chaos of August sets in. Eddie avoids PTA meetings at all costs and has never cared for the open house events, either, but he makes it a point to go to every single one because Chris enjoys meeting his teachers and classmates before class starts. Buck tagged alone, of course, and so did Chim since Maddie is out with Linda and May for the day, browsing boutiques and snacking on the warm cinnamon almonds sold from the vendor on the corner of Watson and Hickory that’s been his favorite since he discovered in months ago. Eddie’s a little jealous his invitation got lost in the mail, but Maddie handed him Jee-Yun and promised to bring him back a bag of almonds for his hardship. He bitched and moaned for all of the two seconds it took Jee to settle against his chest, snuffling and hugging him around his neck, and then sent Maddie off with the guarantee of two bags of almonds. It can’t be helped, you know. Jee-Yun is his princesita, something Maddie knows and uses to her advantage. He and Chim have been standing next to the snack table since they arrived, stuffing their faces with mini pigs in blankets and slices of cheesecake; Buck’s off with Chris and his friends, chasing them around in a game of tag with Jee on his shoulders. He’s laughing, bright and deep, and Jee’s giggling maniacally, having the time of her life as she zooms across the expanse of the playground and tugs fitfully on her uncle’s hair. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and watches his boyfriend, content and so gloriously, obnoxiously happy it makes him tummy fill and swell and flood his whole body. Buck’s loud and brilliant, shining brighter than the north star; the setting sun paints his honey-blond hair in watercolors of red and orange and pink, fiery and warm. “He’s so good with them.”

Eddie looks over his shoulder and sees he’s not the only one observing Buck. A small group of parents stand near the edge of the snack table, picking through bite-size pecan pies and watching the way he plays with the children, darting here and there and allowing himself to be tagged nearly as soon as he passes it off to somebody else. A mother sighs, and Eddie hates how dreamy it sounds. “They all love him, too,” she comments. “How lucky his children must be to have a father like that.” Eddie’s gut clenches tight for several reasons all at once. “Are any of the children his?” Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but before he can another father says, “Chris Diaz,” and throws a glance toward Eddie with a crooked grin and a gleam in his eye. “He’s wearing the red glasses.” “Oh, he’s so adorable and kind,” the first woman says, pouring another cup of punch. “He made Addison a ‘get well’ card last year when he came down with the flu. It’s still hanging on the wall in his room.” A couple of the onlookers coo at that. Pride wells up in Eddie’s chest and spills over—goddamn right his kid is adorable and kind, and he’ll never tire of hearing his opinions validated by others. He lucked out with Chris and it’s gratifying to see that others appreciate his son, too. “I see where he gets it from,” another father quips, gesturing toward Buck once more. Eddie looks over and smiles when he sees Buck offering his hand to help a kid with pigtails up off the ground. “Where’s his mother?” Startled, Eddie whips his head back around to the group of people. He knows they mean nothing by it—curiosity killed the cat and all that, and he’s found that even in LA quite a few assume mother-father relationships to be simple normalcy—and so when he opens his mouth to correct them, he doesn’t think he’s going to be too harsh, but then Chim steps on his foot and shuts him up. He looks over at Chim, who smiles goofily and shakes his head. Eddie frowns. Chim shrugs and leans forward, keeping his foot on top of Eddie’s as if he’s a little kid in need of guidance. “His mother is right here,” Chim calls to the group, laughing a bit too sharply, and pats Eddie’s stomach. Eddie goes hot all over. “And he’s a pretty good mom, too.” The group stutters, wide-eyed and thoroughly chastised. Several of them open and close their mouths like they’re trying to catch flies, and the few who know the truth—know that Eddie and Buck as Christopher’s parents—roll their eyes and laugh, corralling the others and leading them away. Eddie watches them go, warm and tingly and red. His stomach still prickles where Chim patted him, low like where a womb would be if he had one. He spirals. He turns back to look at Buck because Buck has a way of making things make sense. Buck’s grin is huge and his face is flushed and sweaty, not unlike when he’s on top of Eddie, bullying his cock deep in Eddie’s guts, so hard and thick Eddie feels it in his throat, and, oh, when Buck shifts his gaze toward Eddie’s and smiles, dopey and lovely, and Eddie knows. He knows. Eddie wants Buck to make him a mommy. Fuck. —and if anybody asks, it’s all Chim’s goddamn fault.

hoping to have this up by tomorrow tbh but hmm, we shall see lmao!!

#wip wednesday #buddie #buddie fic #spiraling myself because eddie diaz has a mommy kink and i'm going to shout it from the rooftops #i'm shouting right now actually because jesus #also i was informed that mommy kink isn't even a proper tag on ao3 #we're SLACKING if it's a majority vote that daddy kink is better than mommy kink #come on u heathens

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Percy de Rolo family one-shot (Pre-Briarwoods)

Percy is annoyed with his older brother

Percy couldn’t stand his older brother. Julius was pompous in a way only the first born could be, gaurenteed his success for birth. Not to mention that fact Julius was just… big. Percy couldn’t remember a time Julius hadn’t towered over him, and now he was even a little taller than their father even though he was still a teenager. He’d always been more athletic than Percy, even considering their age difference. More Charismatic too. The only thing Percy had on him was his intelligence, but it seemed like all that earned him annoyed groans from his siblings. For some reason it felt like Julius always picked on Percy in particular. He’d steal Percy’s glasses or snatch his latest project and of coarse the endless list of annoying nicknames.

The only good thing about Julius being the oldest was that he, more than anyone else, had to act proper in front of other nobles and the public. Balls and parties were one of the few times Percy was really guaranteed a break. Which worked out anyway because Percy was a bit… distracted. Not every noble brought their children along, but there had been a new girl at their festivities recently. He wasn’t sure what her name was, but she seemed to glide wherever she went and laughed louder than the others and her hair bounced when she’d turn around to grin at someone. He’d kinda like if she’d grin at him like that.

Percy was a bit lost in that train of thought when suddenly he felt someone fly past him and his vision went blurry. Dammit. Even here! Percy stumbled to his feet and hurried after the blur he knew was Julius. He was trying not to draw attention or bump into anyone. Finally he saw Julius drop something, presumably his glasses, at a nearby table. “Excuse me” he managed to whoever was at this table as he felt the familiar metal on his glasses on the table. Percy was just putting them back on when he heard something just a little too familiar. That loud laughter. “That’s alright” the girl giggled “your family seems lively. I’m Madeline” Percy cleared his throat awkwardly, hoping the heat creeping over his cheeks wasn’t too obvious. “Very nice to meet you Madeline. My name is Percival” he managed, bowing slightly like his dad taught him. “But uh, you can just call me Percy” He glanced up and caught Julius looking at him with his signature shit eating grin. Julius winked at him and Percy felt the heat spread to his neck.

….

Percy liked hanging out with Archie, even if he was always getting them both into trouble. To be honest, especially when Archie was getting them both into trouble. Archie didn’t treat him like a Noble or like a sibling. That’s really all Percy had ever been. It was a nice change of pace. They certainly didn’t seem like a natural choice for best friends. Percy really couldn’t explain it himself. There was something… magnetic about Archie. His lopsided grin and fire red hair and brash dialect. He was so full of energy and fire and sometimes Percy was just happy to be able to witness it. It was always the highlight of his day, and he was always a little bummed right after Archie left with his dad for the night. This was that time of the night, when Percy said his goodbyes and shuffled back to his room.

“Come play with us!” Percy heard from behind him. The twins. There was a decent age gap between them and while he didn’t mind playing along every now and then, he wasn’t in the mood. “Not right now okay guys? Tomorrow I promise.” Both of them made a loud whining sound in protest. “You played with Archie all day, how come you won’t play with us?” Oliver demanded. Percy rolled his eyes. “I just don’t want to.” He answered plainly, quickly running out of patience. “If you like Archie so much why don’t you marry him?” Whitney sang in a mocking tone. He heard Cassandra laugh from where she and Julius had been talking nearby.

Percy’s cheeks flushed. Normally Whitney couldn’t get to him, she wasn’t that good with her teasing attempts and he mostly dismissed it. She didn’t do it much anyway. But something about that taunt, and the way Cass laughed, made his face burn. “Shut it!” He snapped suddenly. He felt all his siblings stiffen. Percy rarely yelled. His response to teasing was usually a clever quip or roll of the eyes. A brief silence fell over them and Percy could swear he heard his heart pounding. “Whatever! You guys suck!” He yelled at them collectively and booked it back to his room.

He huffed as he dropped onto his desk chair, starting to fidget with his newest project. His anger began to dissipate slowly as he worked. Maybe he’d been too harsh. Whitney was just trying to get his attention. He hadn’t meant to yell at her. Why had that made him so angry? He heard her voice in his head again ‘if you like Archie so much, why don’t you marry him?’ It was a weak taunt. It should have been. But he couldn’t help but feel… embarrassed. Maybe a little hurt. He couldn’t put his finger on why. He was torn out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. He expected it to be his mother or father, angry he’d yelled at his little sister like that. Instead, he found Julius. “What do you want?” Percy bit out, sitting back in his chair. “What are you working on?” Julius asked, closing the door behind him. Percy raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care?” He responded, but after a moment of silence he answered with a softer tone “it’s a clock.”

Julius hummed and tilted his head to look at it. “It’s nice, Percy” he said quietly. “You wanna know something?” Percy looked at him with a skeptical expression “I’m kind of jealous of you sometimes” that halted Percy immediately. Julius had to be messing with him. “Why?” Percy managed. Julius drummed his fingers on Percys desk. “Because you can have whatever future you want” Julius answered “You don’t have to be involved in politics or leadership, if you don’t want to. If you wanna make clocks, or anything else, you can do that” Julius paused for a moment and turned to look over Percys shelf of gadgets and parts, giving Percy a small bit of privacy. “And if you want to spend time with noble girls, or with kitchen boys, or both, you can do that too” Percy stiffened a little, feeling the blush flare on face once again. Julius didn’t pause or turn to look at him. “And I trust that you’re smart enough to know what you want, when it comes to it.” Percy let out a quiet breath and the anger drained out of him. “Thanks, Julius” he muttered “Really.”

Percy could nearly feel Julius’ smile before he turned around. “Don’t let it go to your head, four eyes” he said in his usual pompous tone and ruffled Percy’s hair aggressively before he left. Percy smiled a little at his closed door before shaking his hair back normal.

Maybe Julius wasn’t so bad. Mostly.

#percy de rolo #baby Percy de rolo #Julius de rolo #de rolo family #de rolo siblings #percival frederickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #bisexual percy de rolo #vox machina #percy de blorbo #critical role #Archie desnay #archibald desnay #the legend of vox machina #criticle role #percy de rolo fic #drabble #short fiction

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"Satisfaction Guaranteed" (Sk8 the Infinity, Adam x Langa, Adam x Langa x Joe)

This was a fic I wrote for a zine I modded, "Sympathy for the Devil," which was an Adam-centric zine. I'm still really happy with it.

Cut is for length and for content Link and tags in the reblog Langa is an adult.

“So how exactly is this supposed to work? Do we have to call someone, or…?”

“Oh, Langa, my sweet frosted maple leaf, this sort of thing is so much more streamlined now! There are apps for this, and websites, and any number of ways we can get exactly what we’re looking for!”

From where he’s reclined in the pillows of Adam’s extravagant four-post bed, Langa watches over Adam’s bare shoulder as he brings up a website. There’s a picture at the top of a man lying back across a red satin sheet, the model’s arms raised behind his head, the hint of a flashing smile right below where the picture cuts off. An Evening in Paradise, the website says in curly letters. “Thanks for choosing a website in English,” Langa says.

Adam replies by lifting his head from where he’s been resting it on Langa’s chest, his hair a mess, eyes bright. “If you’re really all right with this proposal, my darling, it’s the least I could do! After all, I want you to be able to help me pick the perfect candidate to be our mysterious stranger…”

Langa has to admit, when Adam makes everything seem so theatrical and interesting, he can’t help but be intrigued by the possibility of trying something new. In the year following that fateful race, Langa watched as Adam grew into someone who was both completely different and yet in some ways exactly the same flamboyant, dramatic skater who had made his heart leap at the chance to race him.

The only difference is that now, Adam makes him excited for other things too.

Like the prospect of ordering an escort to come to Langa’s apartment for a night of “debaucherous revelry.” Adam’s words.

Langa lets out a little “ah” as Adam moves, turning over and crawling up Langa’s body like a taut predator. His kiss is deep and wet, his upper lip touched with salty sweat, and Langa puts both hands on his hips. “I...I thought we were going to...pick someone.”

Adam grinds down against the inside of Langa’s pelvis, the curve of his cock fitting there, rocking and sliding back and forth. “Of course we are…” Adam purrs, pulling Langa’s face into his neck where he latches on to the skin like it’s second nature. “I just want you excited...this is how I can always find out what you really want.”

Adam...isn’t wrong there. It’s not like Langa is anything but blunt usually, but it’s different when they’re in bed, different with how Adam can lure the words out with his fingers, with his silky voice, with his long, slim body.

“So...other than me, my love...what would your ideal man be like?”

Adam pulls his head back by the hair so he can reply. “Ooh...um...big.”

“Oh! Naughty thing!”

“No! I meant...muscles...and tall. Built.”

“Uh-huuuh.” Adam’s voice has a bit of a sing-song to it, and he scoots up farther so he can perch on top of Langa’s waist, straddling him so Langa’s cock is rubbing up and down the part of his ass. “Go on.”

“A-and...I like...hands. Arms. And...nice hair?”

There’s a devilish smile on Adam’s face as he rocks a little, back and then forward, pressing back now like he’s going to impale himself right on Langa’s dick. Which would be fine; it’s only been a half hour since the last time they did it, and Adam is probably still well-lubricated. “Mmm...anything else?”

“A good...um…” He turns his head away, blushing, and Adam scoots away a little, teasing, and Langa knows he won’t get what he wants until he says it out loud. “A good kisser.”

There he goes now, up and down, taking Langa’s whole cock in one go. Adam’s moan comes out with a laugh. “Oh, yes! I know how you love to make out with that pretty mouth of yours, Langa-kun!”

This would be so, so much more embarrassing if Adam weren’t riding Langa like he was a mechanical bull. A phone gets pushed into his hand. “Wh-wha…”

“I think — mm, yes! — I found someone perfect for you, my Snow! Someone worthy of both our bodies!”

Langa is easily distracted, and he lets Adam fuck himself silly as he reads over the profile on the screen. Jiro Konan: hobbies - good food, working out, spending time in the sun. Down to party with however many you’d like. Top, bottom, sideways, I’ll try anything at least once, and I’ll make breakfast in the morning.

If the pictures weren’t enough — an open, white dress shirt showing off a gorgeous bronzed chest and cut abs, strong hands cupping a muscular ass, and a closeup of soft, licking lips and a tendril of brown wavy hair — he had Langa at ‘good food’ and tied the knot at ‘breakfast.’

—

Langa had to let Tadashi into his apartment about two hours before their special guest arrived. He had several large bags with him: extra sheets for the large bed Adam had bought Langa when he saw the sad tiny one in his bedroom (“You’re not in Canada anymore, sweetheart. We must make love in something much bigger!”), then candles, an embarrassing amount of lube, and one extremely pretty set of lingerie that included soft blue lacy underwear and a fur-lined top that settled just at the thickest part of his thighs.

He barely has it on when Adam comes in from the hallway, removing a trenchcoat to reveal that he’s wearing only a floral silk robe - blue as well, everything matching, even down to the satin covers on the bed - and very tight underwear beneath. His hair is swept back out of his face, not nearly as proper as the way he wears it as Ainosuke but also not quite in the flamboyant swish of his skating persona. It’s light, and Langa can’t help but reach up to touch it when Adam pulls him into a kiss. “Soft,” he murmurs appreciatively.

“Not for long, my little rabbit.” Adam flashes his sharp canines, then turns to shoo Tadashi out the door. Once they’re alone, Adam walks back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Langa back into his lap. The Matador of Love is true to his word, that’s for sure; Langa can already feel the curve of his cock rubbing at his own. “Any minute now...isn’t this exciting?!”

They don’t even have time to make out before there’s a knock on the door, and Adam leaps up. “I’ll get it!” Langa giggles at the way Adam prances to the entrance, opening the door with a flourish. “Welcome! And good even...ing. Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Well. That’s not a very Adam thing to say. Uncertain of exactly where this is going, Langa picks up a pillow to cover himself with before walking shyly out of his bedroom to find...Joe. Joe from S. Joe wearing an open dress shirt, just like in his picture, and extremely tight jeans, carrying a small bag over his shoulder, and from the look on his face he’s not sure about the turn of events here either. “Adam?! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?! Are you trying to play at something? Here to embarrass me?!”

“I’m here because I got paid to be! How the fuck was I supposed to know it was you ?!”

Langa watches the back and forth between the two of them. The chemistry between Adam, Joe and Cherry has also changed in the last year. There is more of a fun rivalry between them, as opposed to a more mean-spirited one. So would it really be so bad if Joe is the guy they ordered?

And besides...Langa will never, ever tell Adam how many fantasies he’s had that have been like this since he first started coming to S. He’d never been able to ignore Joe, his body, his hands (it was the worst when he cooked— gripping spoons, sprinkling salt, cutting meat).

“I don’t mind.” Both pairs of eyes turn to Langa when he speaks up, the pillow held up to his face. “I don’t mind if you two don’t, I mean.”

There’s still a moment when the air is tense, but it begins to dissipate as Adam looks Joe up and down. “Well...he does fit all your parameters, my darling. Although your hair is not brown. False advertising.”

“Usually once folks get a look at the rest of me, they don’t really care about the hair.” Joe grins, sidling up to Langa to pull the pillow out of his hands. “Well, Snow. Like what you see?”

“Yes. Definitely.” Okay, well, that just came out. Not that Joe wouldn’t be able to figure it out with how his cock is straining against his pretty blue panties.

That brings out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, I thought I caught you looking before.” And just like that, he’s being kissed, and everything he had ever hoped and imagined about Joe’s full lips are a far cry from reality, but in the best way. They cover his, they seize control, they open him up and take over, and Langa is more than okay with handing over any sort of say in the matter.

Adam clears his throat from behind them, and Langa pulls away from the kiss enough to see those gorgeously manicured fingers reaching around Joe to take off his shirt and fondle his chest. Joe curves into the sensation, and Langa can make out Adam’s impish eyes over his shoulder. “If we all seem to be in agreement, then...I suppose I can drop my standards for one night.”

“Ha!” Joe turns on him, and if kissing Joe was good, watching Joe kiss Adam is something next level for Langa. He watches his tongue dive into Adam’s mouth, hand dipping into the robe to somewhere Langa can’t see, and Adam’s eyes roll up as he grasps at the back of Joe’s neck. “I think we both know that’s not true, Ainosuke.”

“You’re such a brute,” Adam responds, his mouth curled into a smile. “Always have been. Always will be.”

Joe grabs Adam by his tiny waist and pulls him between himself and Langa, tugging open his robe so Langa can see the long, winding stretch of ivory skin from his pink lips to the band of his tight underwear. Adam drops his head back against his collarbone as he begins trailing his fingertips up and down his sides, moving in to tease along the band of spandex at his waist. “You know, Snow...me and your boyfriend here...we used to be really close when we were in school. I know a lot of things that make him lose his mind. Wanna learn?”

Langa nods, the movement bringing him out of how mesmerized he has been, leaning in to kiss the base of Adam’s throat. “Yes. Please, Joe.”

“Nah, not Joe tonight.” He grins over Adam’s shoulder, reaching out to tip Langa’s face up by his chin. “It’s Kojiro. Say it.”

Face blooming red, Langa repeats the name breathily. “Kojiro…”

“Good boy, Langa.” His name sounds filthy coming from Joe, who brings his chin in until he’s right in front of Adam’s chest. “Suck.”

Langa wastes no time latching onto Adam’s right nipple, pulling it in past his teeth and rolling his tongue around it clockwise as Adam lets out a high moan, a gasping ‘ yes! ’ Joe lifts Adam’s arms up so they are over his head, hooked back around Joe’s neck. “Keep ‘em up,” Joe orders. “I want to see how well Langa learns without any guidance.”

Langa keeps sucking, playing with the little hard nub in his mouth. Now and then, Adam has made these remarks about Langa and his...what was it... oral fixation. He’s watched Langa eat, watched as he sucked on things, watched as he would chew on things idly, like a pen or a gummy for longer than necessary. And he loves to see all the marks he can leave there (although he’s pretty sure Tadashi does not like it one bit). He just thought that was normal, but, now, he gets it, because he could spend hours worrying and playing over the firm little bit of flesh in his mouth.

He finally lets go when Joe gives his head a little push downward, and Langa moves, nipping and sucking a red trail that winds from Adam’s chest to his navel, which he briefly swipes his tongue into, eliciting a delighted giggly groan from Adam, and then to the underpants, which he bites and tugs at. Everytime the spandex pulls away a little, he can smell the light cologne scenting Adam’s musk, and he watches as Joe’s hand dips into the tight confines and brings his cock out for Langa to lick and mouth.

Adam tastes exceptionally clean. He must have gotten prepared for this, which usually means…

“Ah! Langa!” Yep, his ass is already slick with lube, and his fingers move easily through it. “Sweet Langa, please!”

The praises of his name are cut off when Joe slides two fingers into Adam’s mouth, rubbing up and down his tongue as he sucks at them greedily. “I bet he’s already all wet, isn’t he?”

Langa nods, licking his lips before suckling at the tip of Adam’s head. The answer really should be yes, he’s wet everywhere, from the salty tang of pre leaking from his cock, but he has a feeling Joe already knows that.

“How do you want to share him?”

Langa considers that for a moment before letting go of Adam’s head. “Maybe I can...suck while you fuck?”

Yet another laugh from Joe, and this time a strangled noise of what can only be delight from Adam. “I like the sound of that. Think your gag reflex can handle it?”

Langa nods. Joe slips his fingers from Adam’s mouth, and Langa tips his head around to watch as Joe opens his pants to unveil...well, it’s exactly the type of cock that Langa had always imagined him to have: thick and just the right length, girthy. He gives it a slow jerk. “Langa-kun!” Adam admonishes teasingly, in that dramatic way that Langa never takes too seriously. “The way you’re looking at him so hungrily...am I being replaced?!”

Smiling, Langa moves back in to kiss the vein running up his cock. “No. Never.” Another kiss. “Ainosuke.”

He can actually feel it twitch before he takes it into his mouth, and when Joe finally discards Adam’s underwear so he can enter him, Adam grabs Langa’s hair with one hand and Joe’s with the other. “Fuck! Yes!”

Langa lets his jaw go slack so he can take the in-and-out motion of Adam’s cock in rhythm with Joe’s thrusts. The wet sound of it messily fucking his throat makes Langa blush, and Adam’s grip is perfect and grounding. Now and then Joe seems to take a pause, probably more for Langa’s sake than his, and he’s glad for it even as he keeps wanting more, more of Adam’s taste, more of that sweet feeling of being used.

When Adam comes, it’s a mess that splatters into Langa’s mouth and on his face, dripping onto his chest. He laps it up as much as he can before suddenly looking down to see one of Adam’s feet reaching out to rub the erection behind his powder blue underwear, long toes deftly playing at the fabric and hard flesh beneath. “Ah…”

“Come for me, my Eve…”

Langa doesn’t even get a chance to push the panties aside before he’s coming in them, a soaking spot growing as he grabs Adam’s leg with a short cry. From the way Joe stills behind Adam, it becomes clear that he’s reached his own climax, his grip digging into Adam’s side.

Those few chaotic moments leave them panting for air.

“I guess, um...thank you for coming?” Langa finally says as he tries to wipe his face as much as he can.

“Are you kidding?” Joe reaches past Adam to help him to his feet, shaking his head with a smile. He kisses him again, and with all of Adam on him, it’s filthier than the first. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

#my paperfics #sk8 the infinity #eden #adam x langa #adam x langa x joe #adam sk8 #ainosuke shindo #hasegawa langa #joe sk8 #nanjo kojiro #dirty paper #i'm serious don't send me stupid asks #you'll get stupid answers lol #or i'll just block and report you #don't make me regret this

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polarisbibliotheque · 11 months

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Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 5

Survivor's Blood

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (you are here!)

Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn’t expect to live Raccoon City all over again… Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.

Age Restriction: 18+. It’s horror, so expect a lot of graphic violence and blood dripping from this. I mean, VERY GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE. Nothing we haven’t seen on RE, but still. Yee been warned

TRIGGER WARNING: Bloody hospital. Really. Bloody, horror movie hospital :|

Author’s notes: Took some time, but hey, we're here!! Funfact: I have this extention on my browser that changes some words of what I'm reading to a target language I'm wanting to learn, and now Magical Donuts appear in my browser as Magical Beignets. I absolutely adored it and I might re-read everything just to laugh at the random French words being thrown here.

I hope you like how it's turning out!! A lot more to come!! And thank you so much for reading and being around ^^

Chapter 5

Hospital Arklay Hill, April 29th, 2001 – 22h03

The way to the hospital was a lot quieter than any of you could have anticipated. The rule was to save ammo and move without drawing attention, always trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Even though you were in Leon’s schedule, you still considered yourselves late.

You followed with Leon leading the way, as agreed. He dreaded the possibility of you getting caught by surprise if you were ahead of him – even if you said you knew your way around guns, Leon had a certain trauma of losing people in situations like the one you found yourselves in.

“Y/n. Can you talk to Valerie?” As soon as you found shelter behind an ambulance tumbled in the street, he finally talked to you. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah, I can.” You started fumbling with the radio, its only purpose to communicate with the hospital survivors. You spoke with no answer for a while until you heard a hiss in response, fixing the frequency so you could hear it better. “Valerie? Can you hear me well?”

“Hi, y/n? Yes! Yes, I can!” The woman was clearly smiling, being washed by the happiness of knowing you didn’t abandon them. “How are you? Did you meet Leon?”

“Yeah, he’s here with me.”

“Hey, we’re almost there, Valerie.” Leon sat by your side, close enough so you touched shoulders. You kept the radio near your faces, making you both lean into it a little so you didn’t have to speak too loud.

“We need to know where you are in the hospital.” You added, glancing quickly at Leon. “And if you can go to a place where the extraction will be easier.”

“I don’t know if we can… I don’t even know where an easier place would be in here.” Valerie sighed, speaking in a lower voice tone while the other survivors argued about something else. “Almost all the patients got affected by this… I don’t know… Epidemics? I don’t even know how to call it.” She shook her head, sitting in the corner of the room so she could guarantee a little peace. “We managed to lock ourselves in one of the exam rooms; it’s not that hard to get here… After the reception, you need to turn right and then left in a long corridor. In this corridor, there’ll be a lot of doors: the third one to the right, you’ll get into a restricted area, the corridor to the exam rooms. We are in the…” And Valerie took a few seconds, mentally counting. “Fifth? Sixth door to the left? Sorry, I can’t remember for sure… But when you get here, we’ll hear you.”

“Hmmm, just a sec…” You had a good memory and Leon was trained to keep a good amount of information, especially in moments like those. But he had no idea of the hospital’s architecture and with that, you could help. “Leon, you wouldn’t happen to have a pen in one of those many magic pockets, would you…?”

Leon furrowed his brows, giving you a funny look as if asking what the hell you were thinking at the same time he scolded your comment about him taking so many things to the field. After Raccoon City, he became stupidly proficient in inventory management in the field and he had a good idea what was useful or not. A map and a pen proved to be crucial when he got stuck in the police department and roaming around the underground laboratory, trying to find everything he needed to leave those places.

So yes, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had a pen that he took off one of his many pockets almost against his will. That only made you smile.

“Thank you, Mary Poppins. You wouldn’t happen to have a piece of paper too, right…?”

Leon rolled his eyes as he took the map he folded enough to fit one of the pockets. Of every nickname he could have had in his lifetime, ‘Mary Poppins’ would be the last he would’ve imagined to be graced with.

“Ok, here we go…” You held the pen cap between your teeth while laying the map on your thighs. Leon could only hold the radio and accept his fate. “Can you repeat it, Valerie? Please?”

As the woman spoke, you drew a little map of the hospital on the back of the city’s map, trying to remember the sizes of the rooms so Leon would have a better idea of the place you were going in – as well as help you remember all the details without having to call Valerie all the time.

“It isn’t that far away from the hospital entrance.” You showed the place in the improvised map. You pointed the path with the pen. “If we clear the way from the entrance to the exam room, we won’t have to go in deeper and, with a little luck, we’ll be able to leave with no further problems.”

“Hmmm…” Leon analyzed the drawing. You were right, but… “There are other rooms along the way, right?” You just nodded in response. “There’s no way for us to know how many zombies are inside each room and if they are open or not. We can clean the way there, but it’s always possible for something to appear along the way.”

“That’s why one of us should lead the way and the other should be on the back, as we’re doing right now.”

“Ok. I’ll go ahead when we get there and, when we’re leaving, I’ll be on the back and you’ll lead.” Leon checked how many bullets he had left on his handgun – up until that moment, he didn’t see a use for the shotgun but that was about to change. He could feel it. “I think it’s worse if something we don’t know follow us from the inside of the hospital than another zombie crossing our already cleared path.”

“Fair enough.” You agreed more so you wouldn’t argue than anything else: you had lots of arguments to state you were more than capable of dealing with whatever creature that appeared from the insides of the hospital, but you could delay that argument.

“I need to warn you…” Again, Valerie lowered her voice. She was quiet for a while, considering if she would continue the warning. “I’m not sure what I saw. But I think… I think I saw… Something… Different from the people who were infected. Horrible. It looked like it was out of a horror movie…

“What was it, Valerie?” Up until that moment, Leon had reasons to believe what happened in that city was the result of a virus outbreak, but other creatures? Raccoon City was used as a laboratory, but New Setosa? Was it a field test? Whose? Umbrella’s? A lot of questions crossed his head at the same time; and none had an answer. “Can you describe it to me?”

“No. I can’t.” The woman’s answer was adamant. “I closed my eyes and remained quiet. But it looked like… An animal. That thing couldn’t be human. It wasn’t human.

“How many are there?”

“I don’t know either. I just saw one and when I realized it was far, I ran the fastest I could and didn’t leave this room anymore.” She remained in silence while you both waited patiently. “Out of everything that’s out there, that’s what I’m afraid the most.”

“We’ll find a way. If we find one of these things along the way, we’ll manage.” You had certainty in your voice, making Leon discreetly look at you. It was incredible how you remained brave, even if apparently – even when you had all the reasons to be scared.

As the conversation came to an end, you went back to your walk towards the hospital – now you could see the big, white building with green windows in the distance; the luminous sign with the letters spelling “Hospital Arklay Hill” was clearly stained with blood and some of them had a hard time shining, twinkling among the darkness of that night.

“Do you know what she was talking about, Leon?” Your question was quiet, following him as fast as you could without attracting a horde of zombies.

“I’m not sure…” He glanced quickly over his shoulders. “I saw a lot of things that couldn’t be considered human in Raccoon, that’s why I asked her to describe it to me. It’d be easier if we went in knowing what we’ll find, but the virus affects people in different ways: some become undead, others mutate into things that could easily come out of a horror movie.”

That made you think in silence – it wasn’t just Leon who had his doubts about what was going on in New Setosa. Initially, everyone thought it was a sudden epidemics of a virus attacking the nervous system: some people were quarantined in the hospital, until it started to spread – you had never seen a disease that spread so quickly. You also had never seen a pandemics, but that’s how you imagined an epicenter to be: non-stop contagion, loss of control and deaths. So many deaths.

You were scared. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were. Your feet didn’t really want to follow your will to move forward – but, if you didn’t go with Leon, he would have to go in alone.

And if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t want to be alone – as well as if you were one of those people in the hospital, you would want someone to save you. You couldn’t turn back now.

“Are you ok?” Leon checked while taking the map from one of his pockets to make sure you were in the right path and what the objective was. Leon remembered quite well, but he wanted to have a better idea – and maybe, seeing the hospital in the distance, he could understand the proportions of the rooms better. “You’re too quiet all of a sudden.”

“We barely know each other and there you are, already saying I talk too much.” You raised one eyebrow as he just took a deep breath to tell you how wrong you were. “Relax. I know. I just needed to release some tension. We need to go to the second hall and turn in the first corridor.”

“The second hall is through that door, right?” He pointed to a passage closed by a milky glass door, blocking your view of the next room. You nodded in agreement. “Let’s go then. Time to hope we won’t find the thing that worries Valerie.”

With a gesture from his hands, you prepared your gun and, now walking by his side, you quickly followed to the door you hoped would still work. As soon as you approached, the doors glided open enough for just one of you to squeeze through, jamming midway open with a strength that made it tremble. You exchanged looks and Leon crossed to the other side before you, immediately checking the right side of the room as you followed him and checked the left side.

It smelled like death. The hall was big enough to harbor a considerable amount of undead, but you found only three. One of them didn’t seem to understand how to move around the reception desk and let itself free from wherever it was stuck, another was stationary, staring at you both. And the third was banging mercilessly at the vending machine, as if it had swallowed its coin and it didn’t spew out whatever it had bought. The rest, was the classic: dead people torn apart on the floor and chairs, the walls stained in blood.

“We’re running through them?” Your question was valid: you had noticed Leon had a tendency to save each and whatever resource you found or had along the way, so you thought it was better to check before doing anything.

“Hmmm…” Leon thought for a while. Going through was a good option, but it would be a problem if you found anything worse in the corridor. If that was the case, you would be stuck, with problems in the front and in the back. “We don’t know what’s in the corridor, we might get sandwiched between this problem and something worse.”

“I didn’t think of that.” Even if your answer was serious, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing internally at his choice of words. After all, it wasn’t everyday you heard ‘sandwiched’ in such a serious conversation. “Let’s go then.”

With those words, you pointed your gun to the stationary zombie as Leon followed to the reception. With two certain shots, you both wiped out those zombies, drawing the attention of the third one, who slowly turned around and finally reached out to you, dragging itself as you met Leon in the middle of the room once more. With coordinated shots, the vending machine zombie was exterminated.

“If I knew you’d shoot as well, I’d have saved the bullet.” Leon gave you a small smile, making you mirror his expression. “You shoot better than a lot of people I met.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You answered in a quick laugh, walking by his side towards the long corridor you now needed to cross.

Leon would have asked what you meant with those words, but as soon as you reached the big white doors that blocked the corridor, you fell silent. You were lucky the survivors at least tried to leave and ended up close to the entrance: the place was huge and if they were in the most distant wings, you would have serious problems.

With your backs to the door, each of you on each side, you waited until he nodded in a sign for you to enter. You both pushed the heavy door quickly, pointing the guns as soon as you entered the corridor, ready to shoot the first thing that appeared in front of your eyes.

But there was nothing.

The corridor stretched into a pitch black darkness with broken light bulbs that twinkled in whatever rhythm, humming with the energy that crossed the useless filaments. A couple of bodies were thrown on the floor – at least as far as your eyes could see – chewed by something… Different. The walls had blood stains in shapes of hands, on the floor, feet that tried to flee in despair. Beds, syringes, gloves, hospital paraphernalia… It was all tossed along the way, as if the place was hit by a hurricane – and now, it laid in a heavy silence in the foul air.

In Leon’s experience, that kind of situation was worse than the chaos: when there were screams of despair, you usually knew what was attacking and where the survivors were. When there was only silence, all you could do was to pay attention to whatever noises and hope you wouldn’t be taken by surprise.

“Stay alert.” Leon murmured as low as he could, leading the way. Your steps were calmer and a lot more careful now that you didn’t know what you could find. With his eyes now getting used to the lack of light, Leon found the door Valerie told you about – a little farther than he had expected.

Your steps were quiet behind Leon: even if you knew how to shoot and you wanted to be there, you couldn’t deny he was the best person to lead the way – after all, he was trained to that kind of situation.

You carefully dodged the pools of blood on the floor. You didn’t want to run the risk of slipping and falling over all that mess – you were already sufficiently dirty and all you wanted was a good shower to feel as good as new. As you crossed a good part of the corridor, you approached the first passage to the right that connected that corridor to another hospital wing – through another equally dark corridor.

You would’ve had normally walked by it if you hadn’t heard a strange noise coming from that corridor.

It was like an animal’s hiss. You allowed Leon to keep walking as you turned around to make sure there was nothing else needing rescue.

And it was the first time you saw that.

A creature that looked like it had no skin, with long claws, roaming the corridor with its four paws on the floor; sharp teeth framing a long, menacing tongue. You froze in place, terror filling your eyes. It was the most horrible thing you had ever seen in your life and you didn’t know what to do. Had that thing seen you? Should you shoot?

Before you could make any kind of noise, though, one of Leon’s hands quickly covered your mouth, pulling you towards him. You didn’t resist: with eyes wide open, you turned to him and found Leon with one of his fingers on his own lips so you would remain silent. You nodded frantically and, as he let you go, Leon held one of your hands and started walking as silently as he could so you could reach the door Valerie told you about.

It wasn’t that far away, but it seemed enough for a marathon. You heard that thing sniffing around, paws heavily hitting the floor, chasing you: slowly, calculated, searching for something it knew it was escaping. The claws scratched the hospital floor, the animal hiss louder and louder. You held Leon’s hand with a little more strength.

If you had to choose how to die, it would be by zombie. Never by something like that thing that chased you.

You risked a look above your shoulders, finding that thing finally reaching the spot in the corridor where you were before. There was so little left for you to reach the door. Leon pulled you closer, walking a few last steps to get to the next passage.

You almost said something when you saw that thing jerking its ugly head towards you. Stopping in front of the door, Leon finally looked at it: they were about to be noticed. You were so close. It knew.

Leon looked at you and tried, as best as possible, to tell you through hand signs to run as soon as he opened the door. You nodded in affirmation and, as soon as Leon pushed one of the metal bars to open it, the thing raised its head like a dog, screeching like chalk on a board, viciously running towards you.

“Go!” Leon did his best so you entered the corridor before him, quickly following. To your terror, the thing that chased you was too fast.

Leon wouldn’t be able to get in: having crossed the door, you saw the claws of that thing already prepared to tear his back open – and that would be a huge problem.

As he tried to escape, you didn’t think twice: aiming your gun, you almost emptied it in that thing’s head. You didn’t know how many bullets you needed, nor how many of them were there, and you didn’t even care if you needed to go on in complete silence – you wouldn’t allow that thing to kill Leon in such a stupid manner.

The creature fell heavily on the floor while Leon stumbled into the corridor you found yourself in. That thing’s tongue stretched until almost hitting your feet, as if even in death it wanted to tear you apart.

“What the fuck is this?!” That was the only thing you managed to ask, still staring at that thing with widened eyes, your hands trembling on your gun. You didn’t even have to state the adrenaline shock had been strong.

“Dunno. The guys at the station called it Licker.” Leon took a few deep breaths, a little discombobulated by how you had emptied your gun on the Licker instead of running in despair or screaming for help – saving his life in the process. “The good news, they are as blind as a bat. The bad news, those things smell and hear very well, so we need to be very careful and not make any noises when we see one of them.”

“Hmmm… I remember that name, Claire mentioned it a few times…” You also took a deep breath, giving that thing a last look. “I didn’t think it would be that ugly. And scary.”

“Oh, c’mon. They could win a beauty pageant.” Albeit the seriousness, you could hear a hint of a laugh in the back of his voice as you got back on track.

At least you were lucky enough for that place to be empty.

“I’ve never seen such a funny person in an apocalypse.” You aimed your gun above Leon’s shoulders in case something appeared in front of him. You didn’t hear any menacing noises, but that was only worse, considering the situation.

“Well, not my first apocalypse.” He shrugged, thinking about his own words. Who would’ve known one day he would find himself saying something like that. He imagined where he would be in four or five years, how he would handle that kind of situation. He hoped he would be an agent who feared nothing and could deal with things objectively, and even with a certain level of humor. “Which door? Fourth or fifth?”

“Actually, fifth or sixth. She didn’t really know.” You corrected him, pointing to the nearest door. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah. You go ahead.” He pointed the door with his head, giving you cover.

“Valerie?” You lightly knocked on the door to avoid too many noises, even if you had just done a whole rock show with all those shots in the Licker’s head a while ago. You didn’t notice, but a hiss echoed from the end of the corridor, making Leon aim his gun and his flashlight into the darkness, finding anything in return. “It’s us! Y/n and Leon!”

You heard a commotion inside the room and it confirmed you were at the right door. While the click of it opening and the handle moved to greet you, the hiss repeated itself, louder – but, as soon as the door opened, the sound of claws hitting the floor added to the soundtrack.

You, Leon and Valerie looked in the direction of the origin of the sounds – with the claws taking a vicious speed – making you hold Leon by his bulletproof vest and run inside the room as fast as you could, not allowing him nor Valerie to think of something else. The nurse, though, was quick enough to lock the door as soon as you stumbled inside, making the creature lose your track – without ever leaving the corridor.

“You’re here! Alive!” Valerie immediately locked her arms around your neck, holding you as if there was no tomorrow. You widened your eyes, glancing at Leon. He just giggled: it wasn’t everyday he saw someone so uncomfortable with hugs as you seemed to be at that moment. “Thank you so much…!”

“Thank you for what, Valerie?” A grumpy man interrupted the moment, stuffing his clammy hands in the dirty lab coat pocket. “They can very well end up locked up in here with us! They haven’t done anything to save us yet!”

“But we will, sir.” Leon tried to be diplomatic, noticing not so friendly looks shot at the man from you and Valerie. Someone had to be the voice of reason in there, or the very survivors would end up killing each other. “The goal is to leave here right now so we’ll get to the school at 22h20.”

“And then we’re gonna do what? Open the books and start studyin’?” The man wiped some of the sweat that dripped from his greasy hair, his little eyes filled with anger amidst that stuffy room. “Or you’re gonna find a magic way to get us out of this damned city?”

If Leon was younger, he would’ve answered with calm and patience.

But he wasn’t that rookie cop from Raccoon City anymore. He didn’t need to have that much patience. Not after all he had been through.

“As Special Agent from the Government working under direct orders from the President, I have a special task team with the best soldiers from the army, ready for an extraction operation of the survivors in New Setosa.” Leon was probably being too harsh, but, honestly, someone would have to put that guy in his place, be it by being gentle or by brute force. And, right now, Leon wasn’t that inclined to being gentle. “I think it’s enough magic to deal with this situation.”

And that talk was over.

“Under direct orders from the President…?” You had your arms crossed, slowly approaching Leon while he organized what was left of the ammo and loaded the shotgun. He raised his eyes to you, finding you with a small smile coloring your lips. That made Leon mirror your reaction, a little embarrassed by the way he spoke before.

But that guy really pissed him off.

After his answer, the survivors gathered to listen to the instructions on how they would cross the city to the school – having that little intermission to prepare ammo, items they wanted to take with them, care for any wounds and get ready for the journey to safety. And, while Leon got ready in his own lone corner of the room, you approached to talk to him.

“Yeah… That’s what happens when you survive a disaster like Raccoon.” He sighed slightly. “I ended up as a Special Agent just because of that, I’m the only one with this expertise.”

“I doubt all Special Agents have direct orders from the President of the United States.” You leaned on the bed Leon used to keep the guns and ammo as he counted and organized them. “C’mon, Leon. You didn’t get here ‘just’ because your star twinkled in Raccoon. To have this kind of job, you need to not only be a good agent, but an intelligent one as well.”

“Oh, well…” Leon shrugged, feeling his cheeks slightly burning and trying to do his best for you not to notice it. At least he was lucky: the lights from the room were broken. “You’re gonna have to ask that to the President.”

You narrowed your eyes, smiling right after. You didn’t know if it was just something he was saying to escape that conversation and dodge a compliment or if he was trying to tease you.

And, when you noticed the ghost of a smile in the corner of his lips, you knew it was a bit of both.

“So cocky.” You muttered back, making him raise his eyebrows and stare you in shock – but clearly holding back a laugh. “After that, I’ll only leave you with the shotgun ‘cause you’re the one dealing with that monstrosity outside, Mr. super-government-agent friends with the President.”

“Ok, I’m not complainin’.” And he loaded said gun, already leaving it ready with the strap across his shoulders. “Here. More ammo for your gun. After you shot that Licker like a cowboy, you’re gonna need it.”

“And I would’ve shot it more if I could.” You answered while reloading your handgun. Two magazines were probably more than Leon could give you at the moment – but you had already learned he had a big heart. “I’ll lead the way? As we agreed before?”

“I’m the one with the shotgun, ain’t I?” He raised one eyebrow, making you flash a little smile at the answer. “At that pace, you’ll end up workin’ for the President as well.”

“Yeah, right…” You shook your head, deflecting the compliment. Even so, you winked back at him. “If you’re my partner, I’ll think about it.”

“I can make that happen, alright?” Leon pointed at you, making you giggle. “You ready? It’s time to go.”

“Yeah. I think you should ask them that.”

Indeed, the survivors didn’t look too excited – but as Leon knew quite well, you didn’t need excitement to save your own life: you just had to run and never look back.

To be continued...

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