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bunny-xoxo · 7 months

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Take It Slow

MINORS DNI

Yuuta Okkotsu x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): established relationship, friends to lovers implied, heavy petting, fingering, masturbation, oral (reader receiving), choking (reader receiving), instance of breath play as a result, slight corruption kink from Yuuta, inexperienced reader, a single instance of slightly mean Yuuta, reader’s chest anatomy is not referenced/described

a/n: first NSFW piece in a VERY long time, was picked from the poll so here you go! hope you all enjoy :)! Also jus wanna say there is NOTHING weird or wrong about being a virgin at any age just so you guys know <33 🫶 also in case it needs to be said, this is an unrealistic portrayal of participating in kink for the first time! Boundaries and safety should be discussed at length before these things, but this is fiction so just wanted to make that clear 😭🤍 anyways enjoy <3

“Yuuta, stop! I don’t wanna talk about it!” You whined and buried your face further into his chest hoping to spare yourself of the embarrassment from the conversation you’re sure the two of you are about to have.

“Sweetheart, I’m your boyfriend, you knew it was gonna come up sooner or later. Besides, you’re literally the one who started the conversation! There’s no way you’re getting out of it now.” He let out a few boyish chuckles as he tried to pry your face away from him and out of the covers, just to see you pressing your lips together and closing your eyes in protest.

Sure, did you figure at some point the fact you haven’t gone farther than holding hands and sharing a few quick pecks was gonna be brought up? Probably. Especially after 4 whole months of being in a relationship? Maybe. Did you think it’d be right now? No! But is it your fault? Unfortunately, yes.

You’d known Yuuta long before the two of you started dating, having been apart of his friend group since freshman year of high school, and you’ve always had a secret crush on your friend. He was kind, never failed to make you smile, charmingly awkward (so charming you almost thought he faked it), & all things endearing. It wasn’t until a few months ago, now in your fourth and final year at University, that the two of you had confessed your feelings for the other. You had a bottle of tequila and Maki to thank for that.

And honestly, it couldn’t have been more perfect since. He was still sweeter than ever, a complete gentleman always, and even though it’d only been a couple months he’s never failed to make you constantly feel cared for and appreciated. There was only one problem: how were you supposed to tell him you’ve lied about every instance of you hooking up ever? And you haven’t even done so much as grind on someone, let alone fuck?

Maybe you could blame it on Yuuji, he’s the one who brought it up the first time anyways, innocently teasing you about how “you probably don’t even know how to give head”. He was 16, and all 16 year old boys are stupid as shit - besides Yuuta you suppose - so you’ll forgive him for it.

“Fuck you Yuuji, you’re just saying that cause you’re embarrassed you can’t last longer than 10 seconds inside a girl.”

“That literally happened once, and it was my first time! What, you’re telling me your first time was any better?”

It was just humiliating to think of looking at your friends, who definitely weren’t virgins anymore (besides Toge, maybe Toge, you never really trusted his whole story - but that’s beside the point), and tell them yeah no, I haven’t even seen a dick in person!

“No, he was ass, too.” You did your best to not draw attention to the way your palms were sweating profusely, fighting every instinct in you to wipe them off on the denim of your jeans.

“Yep, fits the bill.” Mai rolled her eyes at the thought of her own experience with a man, must’ve been pretty bad.

It’d make more sense to blame it on your age than Yuuji really, looking back it wouldn’t have been embarrassing for more than a couple weeks at most to have admitted you were a virgin when the matter was pressed. But that’s not what past you thought, and now it’s current you’s problem.

“I know, I know, but now I change my mind. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Your lips are pushed out and puckered slightly from the way Yuuta has your cheeks squished together - his best effort at making you smile right now.

He lets go of your cheeks to squeeze your shoulder gently, looking at your face for a moment before speaking softly.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I’d never judge you for anything, make comments, nothing. Swear on it.” His voice dipped low with sincerity as he dramatically “crossed his heart and hoped to die”, it was a little goofy but that’s okay.

It was hard to speak while he was staring down at you like that, you knew he’d be nothing but gentle and kind, but the thought of actually talking about it made your stomach twist ‘n turn.

“Uh”, your voice trembled more than you’d like to admit and it did nothing to help your nerves, “I guess I asked what you’d do if I lied about not being a virgin cause, I’m, like, a virgin. Yeah.” You might’ve stumbled through your sentence, but you got there eventually.

His hand continued to rub circles on your skin as he spoke, “Well, I kind of figured that much when you first asked that, cause why else would you. Is that all you wanted to tell me though?”

Glancing up to meet his eyes, you were confused, visibly confused. Was that it? Was he really not gonna pester about why you lied, when you lied, or why you’re grown and still a virgin?

You squinted your eyes and hummed quietly, unreasonably suspicious of him - which he could clearly see.

Rolling his eyes playfully, he groaned out your name and pulled your face close to his so you couldn’t escape him even if you wanted to.

“Ya know, I was kind of talking about the first question you asked me. The one before you cut me off and changed the subject with the whole ‘I’m a virgin thing.’ I want to talk to you about that.”

You’re sure you were listening, it’s just that his face was so close to you that his breath was intermingling with yours, and you could practically taste the gum he was chewing while studying earlier. Not only that but his eyelashes were so pretty and doll like from this angle, looking up at him with his hands still on your cheeks. And his hands were so warm and soft - or was your face warm?

“Are you really ignoring me right now?” He wondered where your mind wandered to, cause clearly with the way you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes and invisible stars circling around your head - you couldn’t have been listening to him.

“Huh?”

Yeah, you definitely weren’t listening to him.

“Baby, are you okay with talking about what you asked me earlier? It’s okay if the answer is no.” His eyes were glued to your face as your own darted around the room.

You wanted to speak up but your throat was dry and your face was hot, and honestly it felt like your jaw was wired shut; a simple nod will have to do.

It felt like the room was getting smaller at the lack of a response from Yuuta until you felt him lean just a tad closer and gently press his lips to your cheek, “would you rather me show you how I take care of myself, or tell you?”

Oh.

Goosebumps rose along the back of your neck and down your arms at the soft volume of his voice in your ear and the way his breath fanned across your cheek.

“Both, please.” The tenor of your voice matched his as your hands fiddled nervously with the hem of your shirt, unsure what to with them while he moved to give you a kiss and sit up in front you.

The embarrassment of how you asked Yuuta how to give a hand job from earlier began to fade and be replaced with curiosity and eagerness at the sight of Yuuta reaching down to palm at himself.

It was still embarrassing, staring so shamelessly at his growing bulge in obvious intrigue and desire, but it was Yuuta, and Yuuta would never make you feel bad for having human urges and wanting him in this way.

Hesitantly, once he was ready, he tugged at the fabric of his pajama pants until he was fully exposed. He was happy you were so needy and awe struck at the sight of him, because your undivided attention to the way his cock sits in his hand is making him blush.

He spreads his legs just as much as the stretch of his bottoms let him while he dips forward to drip spit in the direction of his lap, his wrist catching the fabric of his shirt and exposing a tease of his lower stomach as he spreads the spit along the length of his cock. Leaning back into a more comfortable position, you take in the way he’s exposed himself to you, his stomach visibly clenching as he rubs his thumb along the slit at the tip of his cock.

It was firm in his hand, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together from where you sat watching at the vulgarity of it all. His loud and unashamed whimpering, his leaking and twitchy cock, and the way his eyes were never closed, always watching your face, when you would flick your own up to get a peek at his reactions.

You thought maybe he’d be a little more bashful, slow and careful with what he wanted to show you, but if anything, it seems like he’s been waiting for you to ask.

“You like watching me stroke my cock, hm baby?”

Your clit began to throb at the sudden recognition and reminder that you’re involved just as much as he is, as well as the sound of him speaking, and speaking directly at you.

“Answer me angel, even a nod’s okay. Wanna make sure my baby’s feeling good.” His voice was hoarse, but soft, and the sentiment did nothing more than increase your arousal and send butterflies rampant in your stomach.

Settling further into the situation, and gaining some confidence in return, you make your way over to him slowly as you nod your head.

“Want you to tell me, Yuuta.” Your voice is small, quiet.

“Tell you what, pretty?”

He’s got an air of fake innocence around him as he speaks but you couldn’t care less when you’re so close that you can hear his soft and barely audible panting, and smell the light scent of musk and sweat begin to gather along his clothed skin from his excitement and exertion. You’d give him anything he wants at this point, and you’re certain he knows it.

“Yuuta,”, you whine and move in his direction, hovering over his lap with his cock not quite close enough to press against your covered cunt as he strokes himself, “want you to tell me how it feels.”

The pair of you groan together at the lewdness of it all, both of you reveling in the freedom to finally explore your deep attraction for another, no longer embarrassed or fearful to admit or indulge in it.

“Fuck, feels so good baby. ‘M so hard with you watching me like this. You like knowing you’ve got me and my cock this needy without even touching me?” Whining at his response, you lean into him and sloppily place your lips on his, ignoring the urge to smack him on his chest as he chuckles a, “yeah?”, into your mouth at your eagerness.

You both kiss, messy and loud, as you reach and drag your hand down his torso, lightly drawing circles onto Yuuta’s exposed lower stomach with your fingertips.

A strained groan comes from him at the sensation, sighing into your mouth as he sits up to be impossibly closer to you. It was all too much.

He could feel the heat from your body as your thighs squeeze him from each side, hear the crude noises your pussy makes each time you adjust, and he could just imagine how needy your poor cunt would smell. Feeling his stomach tighten and his head get cloudy, he knew he was close, and he wanted you to watch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come baby.” Yuuta’s lips were soft and slick with spit as he spoke against yours, while you felt a hand slide from the back of your neck up to the top of your head, turning you to face down and stare at the way his fist was feverishly tugging at his cock.

“Want my sweetheart to watch how hard they’re gonna make me come, how good they’re taking care of me and my cock.” His voice was strained and low, out of breath, and if you weren’t desperate to watch his cock get some release, you would have protested at the sudden lack of kissing.

“Please, need you to show me baby.” You whined and wrapped your hand around Yuuta’s wrist gently, moving in time with the way he was stroking himself.

Hearing your voice was all he needed to let himself go, throwing his head back and getting his sternum sticky with cum as it stained his t-shirt. His balls and cock twitched as he slowed down his movements, whining when he rubs the tip once more, not wanting it to be over. If it wasn’t for the way you were still hovering over his lap, he would’ve let himself stay like this for a while longer, catching his breath and resting his eyes.

But he could see how bad you needed him, your chest heaving and your body hot against his.

Pulling you into his chest, he speaks against your shoulder softly between gentle kisses, “Want me to take care of you too, baby?”

Your body jolts at the prospect, nerves riddling your muscles and your stomach, making you feel almost weak. The thought made you self-conscious just as much as it made you feel exhilarated, but you couldn’t deny the way your cunt was throbbing and hot. You needed him bad, and you could trust Yuuta. You always could.

Words were too hard, like they often were with him in intimate moments like this (the thought of your first date briefly crosses your mind), so you substitute a pleading “yes” for another messy, longing kiss.

“I got you angel,”, was all he said before you were leaned back on the pillows, Yuuta hovering above you with soft wisps of his hair tickling the sides of your face.

You knew you could trust Yuuta, he always knows what his baby needs.

Delicate fingers graze across your side until they reach the waist band of your bottoms, running back and forth along the top as Yuuta chuckles softly at the way your stomach twitches, waiting for a sign of permission.

A warm hand tugging Yuuta’s in the direction of your heat is all he needs before sliding his hand between your thighs to rub heavy and slow circles onto your clit beneath your shorts.

“Oh, god.” You breathe out and close your eyes, letting him take his time in making you feel good.

Your hole ached every time he dipped a finger down to tease your entrance, gathering more of your arousal to rub into your puffy clit. He was such a tease even when he didn’t mean to be, couldn’t he tell you needed him inside? Can’t he imagine how empty your poor hole feels? Doesn’t he know how often you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers or favorite toy, imagining it’s really him inside instead?

“Yuuta.”

The desperate call of his name makes his stomach flip, eyes quickly searching across your face for a sign of discomfort, “‘M here baby, what do you need?”

Sitting up slowly, your face stops inches from his as you shimmy your way out of your bottoms. Laying back down, you open your legs wide and spread your pussy for Yuuta to see, another hand rubbing at your clit slowly.

“‘S too empty, baby.” You fight back the hot wave of embarrassment that floods your body at your crudeness and use all your will power to stay still, cunt on full display, as you watch Yuuta’s breath quicken and his hand snake down to tug at his cock again despite the slight sensitivity he’s still feeling.

He doesn’t give you much time to linger on your sheepishness before you’re tugged further down the bed by the grip he takes on both of your thighs, his tongue impatiently shoved into your mouth with a loud whimper. You both stay like this a little while longer than you would have liked, his tongue running along the inside of your mouth before he has yours between his lips, switching between sucking on it loudly and licking at the saliva that drips down onto your chin.

God, he was so dirty.

Unable to beg for more, you attempt to wrap your legs up and around his midsection, hoping he’ll catch the hint, but instead you’re stopped by a firm placement of his hand on your inner thigh.

“‘Scuse me, beautiful.” His voice is hoarser than before as he speaks softly against your neck, leaving hasty kisses on any exposed skin while scooting down the bed, landing with his face between your legs.

You could have cried when you felt his tongue poke and prod at your hole, pushing in and moaning loudly before licking long and slow up to your clit. His tongue flicks back and forth as he keeps your lips spread with one hand, deciding to then take his time licking and dragging his tongue between every fold before coming back to suck on your clit.

A strangled groan vibrates deep within your chest as you tug on his hair to bring him impossibly closer to your cunt, as if he needed to devour you whole, while you no longer fought the way your hips were grinding down and writhing beneath Yuuta’s grip. It’s not until you finally feel a finger push inside, slender and slow, that you begin to incoherently beg and whine for more.

It doesn’t take many half-spoken pleas for him to get the idea you need more.

“Ah, Yuuta!” You whimper and internally battle between trying to squirm away and press yourself even further into his mouth, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his two fingers inside pumping in and out of you with his mouth nipping and sucking at your clit.

He sits up, kneeling between you to watch the way you take what he’s giving you.

“Yeah?”, his voice is uncharacteristically cocky and out of breath, “Feels good, baby?”

He was going to be the death of you.

If it wasn’t for the way Yuuta was placed between your thighs, your efforts to clamp them shut would be working. It was all too much, but so fucking good.

“Ah- fuck, oh, oh my god - Yuuta please make me come. Wanna come so bad!” You arch your back and attempt to sit up to reach him, needing him closer, but a hand on your chest pushes you back down and slides up until it rests wrapped around your throat.

“Mmm, I’ll give it to you baby, just want you stay right there. Wanna see what you look like when I make you finish for the first time.” His hand wasn’t holding tight, it was merely keeping you in your spot beneath him, but you wanted him to grab you tighter.

With a shaky hand, you reached to hold onto his wrist like your life depended on it,

“Please choke me.”

His fingers stopped curling into you for maybe a second before he continued, his mouth parting slightly as a gentle moan fell from his lips.

Did you really just ask him that?

You closed your eyes in bliss when he squeezed gently, instinctually doing your best to grind down onto his hand, but it wasn’t enough.

“T-tighter, please.”

It took everything in you to open your eyes and see his reaction, a slight amount of shame building up in your stomach for requesting something that felt so dirty - but all embarrassment fizzled out where it sat when you saw the way he was staring down at you.

Nothing was said as he squeezed you tighter and tighter until you let out a choked moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Tap me twice if it’s too much.” You’re not sure when he leaned down to speak lowly to you, but his breath fanning across the side of your neck and face sends chills down your body.

You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all you can only nod when he takes your hand to show you exactly how he wants you to tap against his wrist if you can’t take it anymore.

He sits back up and smiles to himself as he takes you in. You look so.. so.. so pathetic like this. And what, all because he’s got two of his fingers fucking your pussy? Cause he’s the first person to ever make you feel this way?

The latter thought makes his dick twitch and pick up the pace of his fingers until even you can register the crude squelching coming from between your thighs. Thankfully for you, you’re too full of bliss to care - fuck you were so close, and he knows it, too.

Your eyes shoot open when his grip is tightened even more, making it so you can only take in shallow and shaky breaths.

“Gonna have to come around my fingers if you want me to loosen up.” It wasn’t a question of how much you could take, it was a matter of how far you wanted him to go to make you see stars. And apparently this was it with the way he could feel you clench around him at his words, your thighs starting to thrash and shake.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty. My dirty little cunt, huh?” His voice was so misleadingly soft. His register was still high, slightly whiny, but you knew it was all to mock you and your fucked out state. If anything, Yuuta was the one being so dirty, and you were thankful for it.

It was hot, so hot, and you could hear your heart pounding in your head, and you could feel how tight you were clenching around his fingers.

Unable to fight off the feeling and attempt to last a second longer, your body shook as you came hard around Yuuta’s fingers, your nails digging into the forearm of the hand still wrapped around your throat. He kept it there for a brief few moments into your orgasm before letting go to immediately bring his fingers down to your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm for as long as you could handle.

The first full breath you took was loud and followed by an even louder mantra of thank you’s and please’s. It took a soft and slow kiss from Yuuta to quiet your whimpers, and warm, and undeniably semi-sticky hands, rubbing tenderly into your thighs and arms.

You both stayed like that for a while, Yuuta above you with his hands rubbing your muscles carefully, kissing slow and catching your breath while sharing gentle sentiments of love and reassurance. Much to your surprise, you were the first to speak a full sentence as you both relaxed into a more comfortable position.

“Ya know”, your voice had a slight hoarseness to it now, most likely from your earlier activities, “I don’t think I like knowing someone else has gotten to see you like this.”

He brings his head up to rest on his palm with a crooked smile, leaning forward until his lips ghosted over yours as he spoke,

“Yeah? You the jealous type baby?”

This time, you did smack him. And hard.

“Ow?” Yuuta pouts, pretending to be appalled, and rubs circles into his chest as if you had actually smacked him hard enough to feel like anything more than a friendly pat.

His request for an apology is brushed off and amended with a kiss, from which you receive no protest, as you sink further into the comfort of his embrace and, now dirty but once very clean, sheets.

“How about we clean up n get some rest, okay baby?” He sounds distant and quiet when he speaks, his heartbeat louder in your ears than his voice with your head pressed into his chest.

Sighing and shaking his head, he leans down to kiss the top of your head with a small smile. Laundry and a shower can wait a few more minutes if it means he gets to have you like this for even a little bit longer.

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sometimesanalice · 1 year

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Like I Can (Part 2)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, language, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 5.7K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 1 | Part 3

(Here you go, lovely people! The wait is over! Enjoy❣️)

When you had first told Rooster that you were moving to San Diego, it had felt like the first time in a long time in that things in his life were finally going his way. He was excelling in his career, he was mending his relationship with Maverick, and he finally had the opportunity to start putting some roots down.

He knew how lucky he was.

He had been thrilled to know that you would both be living in the same place for the first time since you were teens. Sure he might have gone a little overboard helping you find a place near him and showing you the hard-learned secrets of navigating the SoCal highway system, but he wanted you to be as happy here as he was.

You were the only person left in the world, outside of Maverick, who had known him the longest. You mattered to him.

It was clear that you thought it had been his doing for how quickly his friends had included you as part of the group, but he knew it was all you. They’d all been so surprised when his nice, sweet friend was the one who kept playing the raunchiest hands during Cards Against Humanity. You’d pretty much swept every round that night. He was pretty sure more than a few of them would trade him for you in a heartbeat.

While they liked you, they loved a competition. He should have seen it coming the second Phoenix volunteered to set you up on a date, because what one person does the rest will undoubtedly follow suit.

And that’s how Rooster found himself watching you on your first of the dates from inside the Hard Deck, the chaos of it all drawing more than one set of eyes to where you were on the outdoor patio.

When he’d arrived at the Hard Deck earlier that evening, he was surprised to see you there already seated next to Bob with his other friends chatting away nearby. He didn’t remember you saying you were planning to stop by.

You looked a bit more dressed up than how he usually saw you, wearing a fluttery looking sundress and your hair piled up on the top of your head. After making a quick stop to get a beer, he’d made his way over to you.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, kid.” Up close now, he could see some of the soft strands that had escaped your top knot and were framing your face.

He was briefly reminded of the time you got bangs in high school. While he’d thought they had look nice on you, you on the other hand had immediately regretted them, pinning them back until they’d grown out.

“Hey you,” you’d greeted him with an easygoing smile on your face, “I got here a little too early, but thankfully Bob was already here. He’s been keeping me company as I wait.”

“Huh? For what?” he’d asked a bit dumbly, his gaze bouncing between you and Bob.

Shit, did he forget someone’s birthday?

“She’s meeting my friend Casey from the animal shelter tonight,” Bob chimed in, speaking around a mouthful of sunflower seeds, “For the bet we all made the other night.”

“Oh,” he’d felt his eyebrows pull together, glancing back to you, “I didn’t know you were actually going to go through with that.”

He had never understood why you had such bad luck when it came to dating. He assumed you probably got a lot of attention in your day-to-day life, so your stories of dates gone wrong always left him baffled. Anyone could see that you were funny, intelligent, and had the best smile. If you’d been a stranger, he probably would have approached you out in a coffee shop somewhere if he’d seen you drinking one of those extra foamy cappuccinos you liked.

But you weren’t a stranger you were his longest time friend, his most important friend.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you’d asked quizzically, tilting your head at him. “Outside of how competitive you all are, your friends were nice enough to go out of their way for me by setting this all up. Plus, it seems like it could be a lot of fun.”

That was the thing though, he didn’t think you should have to be jumping through so many hoops to find a decent guy to date.

He’d met the guy you had dated before moving here a few times over FaceTime. He would usually try to engage him in some small talk always asking him about how many G’s he’d pulled that day before leaving for beers with the guys or some pick-up basketball game. It seemed to him like you guys had led pretty separate lives, but you liked him so the guy was fine in his books. However, when you had told him that you were moving out here alone, he couldn’t say he was too surprised. That guy was probably kicking himself now, because California looked good on you.

“Speaking of,” you’d reached out taking right forearm pulling it closer to you, he had let you turn and adjust it until you could read the time displayed by the dials on his watch. “I should probably head outside to wait for him there. You said we’d probably need to grab a spot on the patio, right Bob?” you’d asked turning away from him to confirm with the WSO.

“He said he was still looking for a dog sitter, but if he couldn’t find one he’d be bringing them with him,” Bob replied as he scanned the text on his phone, “That’s probably a good idea, just in case.”

He’d known this whole thing was going to be a bad idea, grasping the back of your stool he briskly turned you back towards him to give you a pointed look.

You’d just shook your head at him blithely and rolled your eyes, “It’ll be fine.” The expression on your face told him not to press the matter, even though he knew that would take a lot of willpower on his side.

Sighing in resignation, he had helped brace your forearm as you slid off the tall stool. You’d patted his chest a couple of times before making your way outside, the hem of your dress dancing around your thighs.

He had drunk that first beer a bit faster than normal, trying to focus on the conversation Coyote was attempting to have with him. Then he was waylaid at the bar for a while when he had gone up to get a second, spending some time catching up with Mav who had shown up and was sitting at the counter watching his fiancée as she ruled over her bar.

When he got back and looked out the window to check on you, he was expecting to see you out there talking with Bob’s friend and maybe a dog or two sitting at your feet, instead the scene before his eyes had him storming over to Bob who was already watching the madness unfold.

“What did he bring the whole damn shelter with him? There’s like 7 of them out there!”

“I had no clue he had that many,” Bob admits sheepishly.

“He’s your friend, isn’t he? Shouldn’t that have come up in a conversation before this?” He liked Bob, but you were getting assailed by a few too many energetic dogs for his comfort. He can tell the guy is trying to wrangle them under control, and you’re generously laughing along while they vie for your attention, scratching as many ears as possible.

“They seem to really like her. See how they keep licking her? Did you know that’s an instinctive behavior learned from when they’re puppies? It’s how they bond with others.” His attempt to bring some humor falling flat in Rooster’s ears.

“Not helpful, Bob,” he grunts into his beer his eyes glued on you.

Hangman struts up to them no doubt curious about what has the two of them staring so intently out the large window and lets out a low whistle, “Damn, that’s a lot of dogs.”

The sound naturally draws the attention of his other friends, and they are quick to drop everything to come gather around the window and observe the circus that is your first blind date.

The guy is standing trying to unravel the many leashes he is clutching onto, handing you a couple to hold on to as he works to disentangle the knot that’s formed. Your beer a casualty of the chaos when what looks like a Border Collie mix jumps up on the table.

“Oh shit,” he mutters when he sees you sneeze.

“What’s up, Rooster?” Natasha asked, glancing at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the flurry of fur outside.

“She’s allergic.”

This is what he had been worried about when Bob mentioned your date might be bringing his dogs. He knew your pet dander allergy wasn’t usually too bad with a couple of animals, but being around this many couldn’t be good for you.

Now that you were settled in San Diego, you had told him you had been thinking about getting a pet. It was something that you were never able to have as a kid for the same very reason you were out there fighting back another sneeze. You were adamant about adopting one, but finding hypoallergenic pet in a shelter was harder than it was getting a missile to hit its target.

When he sees you bring the back of your hand up to wipe under one of your eyes, he abandons his mostly untouched beer on the windowsill and marches towards the exit in a few long strides. Fingers already raised to his lips before he’s even made it outside. The sharp whistle he lets out the second his shoe hits the wooden planks of the patio surprising the tangle of dogs surrounding you into momentary stillness.

“Time to wrap it up, kid,” he hollers, jerking his head back towards the door.

Even haloed by the golden light from the setting sun, he can see how watery and red-rimmed your eyes have gotten.

He sees you saying something to your date, handing him back the leashes as you step gingerly around the dogs towards him, making sure to avoid stepping on any of the happily wagging tails.

You’ve got your shoulders pulled back tightly as you walk towards him, determination in every step you take. The force of your glare would be intimidating to anyone else, but he’s developed an immunity to it after so many years of having it directed at him.

Although he doubts you can even actually see his face right now with how puffy your eyes have gotten.

“Are you kidding me right now? What the fuck, Rooster?” you fume at him.

Oh, yeah, you’re pissed. He’ll deal with that later. Standing up to his full height and crossing his arms over his chest, steeling himself in anticipation for whatever comes next.

“C’mon, I bet Penny has something for that,” he says gesturing to your face, “And then I’m taking you home.”

He can tell you’re getting ready to give him a piece of your mind. Probably a very loud and vividly descriptive piece of your mind, but can’t be bothered to regret a thing. He knows he is in the right to intervene on your behalf.

He’s looking out for you, like a good friend should.

And you’re just standing there shaking your head at him, instead of listening to him when you know he’s right.

You’ve always been so frustratingly hardhead, so he pulls out the one thing he knows you can’t resist, “I’ll even stop for milkshakes.”

You look up at him skeptically with narrowed eyes before asking, “And I can drink it in the Bronco?”

That makes him chuckle, of course you’re negotiating with him. “Yeah, yeah. Now c’mon, time to call it.”

Rooster sees the moment the fight goes out of you as you turn back to Cashew, or whatever this guy’s name is. He looks a little like the crunchy granola type, if you ask him.

He grabs your hand pulling you with him back inside, not wanting to let you change your mind while the promise of a milkshake is still at the height of its power.

You tug back making him pause at the entry as you call back to Bob’s friend, “Thank you for coming, Casey. It was nice to meet you, but I think I’m going to head out. Good luck with your fundraiser for the shelter, I’ll make sure to spread the word.”

That makes him smile to himself as he tows you with him, here you are clearly suffering with your allergies and still going out of your way for this person you’ve just met. You’ve always been too nice for your own good. Hell, you’ll probably get the whole team to donate to the fundraiser before he can even get you out the door.

Once back inside he pays the tab for both of you, while you swallow down the antihistamines Penny was able to find in the med kit she keeps behind the counter. The team is surrounding you asking questions about the date.

“I’ll tell you, but that information will cost you. You can Venmo the shelter your donation to their fundraiser and I’ll be happy to answer any questions once you send me documented proof of payment,” you say with a smug smile on your face.

He huffs a laugh while signing the receipt that Penny hands him as the cellphones are whipped out of various pockets.

Such a little hustler.

In school, you were usually the one to sell the most candy bars and wrapping paper during fundraisers. And he was always an easy target, you usually got at least $30 out of him every time. He was never one to say no to a good cause, or to you most of the time.

Bob apologizes profusely to you as he hands you a couple napkins when you start sniffling while gathering up your things. He watches as you just wave him off, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and tell him not to worry about it.

Huh.

Shaking out the thoughts of you with the soft-spoken WSO from his mind, he starts to guide you out the door to his car with a hand on your back. His other hand involuntarily tightening into a fist as Fanboy calls out promising to do better than Bob when you’re both almost out the door.

He can hear your phone already blowing up with the nosy questions from his squad before he’s even buckled got you in.

And on the drive back to your place he lets you drink your chocolate cherry chip shake in the passenger seat of the Bronco, just as he promised he would.

You weren’t too proud to admit that first blind date was a bit of a mess.

While your eyes had been puffy for a couple days afterwards, you had also managed to get $700 in donations for the shelter from the Dagger Squad with all the questions you had answered for them while bleary-eyed.

And it was Rooster who had ended up sending in the largest donation, which had surprised you since he wasn’t even participating in the bet. He had sent you a screenshot of his $200 contribution along with a text that simply said: “For the animals, thanks for not spilling your milkshake in my car like you did when you were 15.”

You’d sent him back a heart promptly followed by the middle finger emoji.

Thankfully the second date the next week was less eventful.

Fanboy had set you up with one of his friends from the escape room group he was in. When you’d admitted that you had never done one before he’d talked you through all his tips and strategies for how to beat it when you eventually tried one out. His enthusiasm could have been charming had it not come across as entirely mansplain-y.

Why yes, you did know what a topographical map was and how to read it, thank you very much.

You’d felt like some kind of oversized bobblehead since all you had been doing that evening was nodding along as an attempt to stay engaged with the conversation.

Rooster had stopped by when your date had left for the restroom. He was glistening a bit from the sweat he had worked up from the performance at the piano he had just given. It was a newer song for him, but he had still swept the rest of the bar up with his infectious energy.

“I can tell you’re bored out of your mind, kid. How about I show you how to do that four-in-one shot? Once you pick it up you might finally be some competition at the pool table,” he’d said grabbing your beer and swallowing down a few large mouthfuls.

From your spot at the high-top table, you could see more than a few hungry gazes in the crowded bar tracking him. Probably trying to figure out the nature of your relationship with him.

When you shooed him away, he’d pulled down his sunglasses to give you a knowing look before taking your beer with him as he strutted away with a casual: “See you soon, kid.”

He knew you too well.

You weren’t bored per se, but you also weren’t having the greatest time.

When your date got back, it didn’t take long for the conversation to fizzle out, the long pauses feeling awkward rather than companionable. You’d both agreed that it probably wasn’t a great fit and left it at that. You’d even had Penny put his beers on your tab as a gesture of goodwill.

Plus, you had been trying to get Rooster to teach you that trick for ages, and you didn’t want to miss your moment now that he was offering.

True to his word, he spent the rest of the evening teaching you his trick. You warred between watching him intently determined to nail the shot, and avoiding looking at him too closely. The tight jeans he was wearing bringing up some less than strictly friendly thoughts as he bent over the table to line up his shots.

You were still terrible, but you also hadn’t had so much fun in a long time as you traded shit-talk back and forth with him. Cackling at the confusion on his face when he went to grab his beer only to find it empty. It was only fair, after all, he had taken yours.

It’s been a few days since then, and you are back at the Hard Deck for date number three.

From your time hanging out with the Dagger Squad, you’d learned that Coyote was a bit of a classic car aficionado. He had set you up with his friend, Will, who he had met at one of the vintage car conventions he had gone to in the area.

Will was already twenty minutes late when Hangman and Phoenix made their way up to the bar. The two keeping you company for a bit while they waited for Jimmy to get their next rounds, letting you know that Jake had already called dibs on setting up your next date.

“Get ready for a good time, Darlin’,” he boasted.

“I keep telling you my guy is perfect. I already know they’re going to have some instant chemistry. I don’t know why you’re even bothering, I have got it on lock,” Natasha had retorted back.

He’d sent you a cocky salute before they’d both made their way back to the rest of the group in the corner of the bar.

When your date eventually arrived, you guys went through the typical small talk motions, trading the same tired questions that feel more like a casual interview than an actual conversation.

Since you already knew he had an interest in classic cars you had casually mentioned Penny’s ’73 Porsche to him as something to talk about other than the weather or what you did for work, and that’s how you found yourself sitting on your own waiting for him to return from where he was outside snapping away pictures of the sleek looking car.

You’re picking at the label on your bottle of Blue Moon to kill time, when you feel Rooster slide up next to you, the smell of his woodsy cologne giving him away before the print of his Hawaiian shirt does out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey kid, you hungry? I could eat. What do you say to hitting up that taco place we like?”

You gesture to the coat draped on the back of the stool next to you, “I’m kind of on a date right now, Rooster.”

“You sure about that? Kinda looks like you’re just sittin’ here alone to me.” Mimicking you he also signals to the empty stool next to you.

His words landing like a sucker punch.

“I mean, he hasn’t been out there for that long. It’s a sexy car, I get it.”

And you did.

However, it has also been like ten minutes now since he left you, and having Rooster point it out like that made you feel more than a bit self-conscious.

Especially when you look over and catch the rest of the team watching you guys with curious stares from across the bar.

You knew having the dates here for their bet would put you directly in the spotlight, everyone wanting to see how things were going and how their friend stacked up against the competition. First dates were awkward enough without that kind of extra pressure and extra eyes.

Now you were on the third one and things weren’t looking as promising as you had hoped when you first started. It would be humiliating if by the end of this they all thought that you were the problem. And it wasn’t like you weren’t trying, but being on display like this makes you feel like you’re wading through waist-deep mud while everyone watches you struggle from solid ground.

When it came to dating, Rooster always had a much easier time of it compared to you. With those sunkissed curls and that toned body, it was rare if he didn’t get passed at least three napkins with phone numbers scribbled on them during nights out.

Even in high school you were always the one fielding questions from all the girls who were interested in him. Is he seeing anyone? Can you give him my number? He was naturally charismatic, of course people were drawn to him.

But you? You were just Bradshaw’s younger, tag-along friend. And then in college, it had always felt like you were the one who had to keep making all the first moves only to be left wondering why you had even bothered in the first place.

You never had a great poker face, and it’s clear you’re wearing your emotions on your face because when you turn back to Rooster his face immediately softens.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole,” he promises gently, as he reaches out to tug lightly on the end of the braid you had woven your hair in for the evening. “I just don’t get why you’re putting up with this guy ditching you like this. Especially when we could be getting tacos instead.”

Shaking your head ‘no’ to both the invitation and the insecurities that were trying to creep in, “I’m sure he’ll be coming back in any minute now.”

You weren’t excusing his behavior, but you did also want to give him the benefit of the doubt. It could still get better, he could still surprise you.

“And guess what? Apparently Will drives a Bronco too. He pointed his out earlier when he brought it up, but I can’t see it from where I’m sitting. I bet you guys could talk about that if we decide to see each other again.”

Rooster stands up to get a better look out the window that faces the parking lot, “Well, that certainly is interesting, kid.”

There’s a weird tone to his comment, but it isn’t one you are able to investigate further as Will returns back inside making his way to you.

You expect Rooster to go back to the rest of the squad, instead he makes himself comfortable on your other side.

“That’s not a bad looking car, the Fuchs wheels are a nice touch, but I’ve seen better,” Will ignorantly gloats as he sits back down, pulling up photos of another car on his phone to show you. “It definitely doesn’t have anything on the 1975 Porsche 930 Turbo, with its single turbo flat-six and the flared rear wings. Now that beauty was made for speed.”

Mortified you glance to Penny hoping she didn’t hear any of that, but the stiffness of her spine tells you everything you need to know.

This obnoxious motherfu-

“Wow, that’s really something. Do you mind if I take a look, man?” Rooster asks pointing to Will’s phone before you can say anything in response.

“Yeah, bro. Go for it,” he says as hands his phone over, “Spotted that one at the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance last year.”

You watch as Rooster swipes half-heartedly through a couple of the pictures before catching Penny’s eye.

“Uh-huh, neat. Hey, Penny?” he calls to her, as he sets the phone down on the bartop. “That’s your 911 S out there, right?”

“Sure is, Rooster.” She confirms playing along as she rests an elbow on the polished surface in front of him, a knowing smirk already gracing her features.

“Well then,” a conspiring grin takes over his face as he nods his head towards wood sign strung up between the taps, “I do believe we’ve had not one, but two violations this evening.”

Penny sends a wink his way as she wastes no time ringing the bell loudly and for longer than usual, undoubtedly for the slight at her car’s expense. The action causing the raucous crowd to erupt in cheers.

Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cellphone on my bar you buy a round.

Will is still trying to figure out what’s going on as Rooster leans across you pushing the phone slowly across the counter back to your date with two fingers.

His face suddenly very close to yours. You can see the warm brown starbursts that surround the pupils of his eyes.

“Let’s go get those tacos, kid. Drinks are on him tonight.”

You watch as he slides off of the stool, pulling out his keys from the back pocket of his light wash jeans.

He makes it a few steps towards the door before turning back to you, “I’ll meet you at the Bronco. It’s the only one out there so you can’t miss it.” Giving Will a sharp, pointed look as he passes.

Slipping on his aviators and swinging the fob around his index finger as he struts out of the bar.

Not too long later you’re sitting on the beach with the warm California breeze on your skin, laughing as Rooster tells you about the time during training when half his squad ended up cleaning their gear naked. The Al Pastor tacos you ordered tasting extra delicious for whatever reason.

Try as he might, Rooster could not stop watching you on your date with the guy Hangman had set you up with.

And if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t trying at all. In fact, he was probably outright glaring and he didn’t give a damn.

It was too loud in the bar to hear your laugh from where he sat, but he could certainly see you grinning at something this guy was saying to you.

Did you go shopping for this? The top you were wearing didn’t look familiar to him, he liked the way the straps were tied into pretty bows on your sun-freckled shoulders. Did you mean to look like some kind of a present waiting to be unwrapped?

It was clear to him that you were taking this whole thing more seriously than he ever thought you would.

“Jesus, Rooster. What gives?”

“Huh, what?” he asked distractedly, his eyes remaining on you. He was barely paying attention to what was going on around him let along the game of pool he was supposedly playing with Hangman and Bob.

“Your leg, man. You’re about to set off the San Andres with all that shaking your leg is doing,” Jake says slapping him hard on the side of his thigh as he passes by to line up his next shot at the pool table.

“Actually, San Diego sits on the Rose Canyon fault,” Bob corrects.

“What is this, Jeopardy? That ain’t the point. What I’m trying to figure out is what’s got ol’ Rooster’s feathers in a ruffle over here.” His eyes calculating and his grin sharp.

Rooster hadn’t realized his leg was even bouncing up and down from where it was balanced on the foot rest of the high-top stool he was perched on.

What he did notice is that your date had gotten you a Michelob Ultra.

You hated light beer.

Who did this guy think he was just ordering you something without actually asking you what you wanted? Because there was no way in hell that you ordered that on your own. God, were these the type of men you were forced to put up with here in San Diego? He hadn’t even pulled out your chair for you, for fuck’s sake.

He could tell you were being polite by resting a hand on the base of the bottle, lifting it up like you were about to take a sip before remembering what was in your hand, and setting it back down again.

He might as well have ordered you a water, at least you would have actually enjoyed that.

The guy is massive and covered in questionable looking tattoos, in both quality and taste. Just like his choice of beer.

“Hangman, how do you know this guy again? What’s his name?” he asked, finally pulling his eyes away from you and your date.

“He’s a gym buddy, does those body building competitions,” Jake told him, probably for the second time that night based on the annoyance in his voice. “Really helped me to grow my pecs.”

Why was he flexing instead of answering the goddamned question?

“And his name?” he presses again, pushing his cue into Bob’s other hand officially done with the game. He pulls out his phone and sets to opening up a new tab on his browser getting ready to run a web search on the guy.

“Elijah, why?”

“Elijah what? What’s his last name?” Rooster wasn’t sure what was so hard about this. For how much Hangman bragged about being the fastest pilot, he was really struggling to keep up.

“How am I supposed to know? We’re not that close, man. We share trainin’ tips, not life stories,” he lets slip.

That would not work for him.

Downing the rest of his beer, tuning out the rest of whatever Seresin was saying to him as he stalks off to the bar.

He’s just being a good friend he tells himself, since it was obvious Hangman hadn’t done enough due diligence when it came to you.

Once there he orders another beer from Penny before rounding the bartop to where you sit with your back turned to him. He reaches out and plucks the room temperature Michelob Ultra out from your hand.

“Hey! What the-” he heard you start before turning to see him, “Rooster?” Your eyebrows pulled up in confusion.

“You’re welcome, kid,” he states concisely as he wraps your hand around the fresh, cold Blue Moon he had gotten for you instead.

His fingers brushing the end of the long tail of the bow that danced along your arm as he pulls away, heading back to his vantage point by the pool table.

The pressure in his chest lessening now that you at least had a beverage you actually liked in your hands.

“What the fuck, man? That stunt better not have screwed with my chances of winning, they were clearly hitting it off. Did Phoenix put you up to this?” Jake complained, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Not bothering to reply, Rooster just waves him off as he watches you lift the bottle to your mouth, taking a sip for the first time that evening. A small smile on your face as you savor the flavor on your tongue.

Good. That’s good.

He’s very pleased when he sees Elijah head out the door less than 10 minutes later. And downright smug when you settle yourself next to him with your Blue Moon in hand.

“Well?” Hangman presses, leaning on the cue stick in his hands, “How’d it go?”

“It was going pretty well until he decided it was more important to lecture me about calorie content and muscle protein synthesis instead of just letting me enjoy my beer,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “So I told him we were probably on two different levels, and we decided to wrap it up for the night. I definitely heard him mutter something about needing a second pump session on his way out though. I hope he meant at the gym.” You scrunch your nose at that.

“Atta girl,” he smiles down at you as he bumps his shoulder against yours, watching as you blushed a little under the praise.

“You all might as well just give me the winnings now, there’s no way any of you idiots are going to beat me. I hope you’re ready to have your feet swept out from under you, my guy is going to be your dream man,” Nat declares, her tone self-congratulatory.

And just like that, he wasn’t feeling so smug anymore.

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I Wish | Part 2

Two sharp claps woke Eddie that following morning.

Followed by the whirring sound of some kind of motor, and then gradually, sunlight.

Sunlight travelled up his face until it hit his eyes directly, lighting up all the little veins behind his eyelids that nobody ever really wanted to see but no matter which way he shoved his head into the pillow, and he did try left and right…

He couldn’t dodge the sunlight.

“Wakey Wakey rockstar!” He was awake. Wide awake, sat up very straight very quickly and then everything felt very wrong when his world spun and— “awh shit Eddie, not again. Hold it! Don’t you dare, not until I—” chunks hit the floor about two seconds before a bucket would have been in place to catch it all. The shockingly red bucket held frozen in place where it’d failed to reach him. “Get there.”

Whoever that was sounded so disappointed.

Eddie had no idea why, but he felt like death. The sunlight hurt his eyes, and his head ached like he’d been hit by a brick wall, not him walking into one, no, one falling on him.

“Ngghhh” he groaned, before spitting what remained in his mouth out into the bucket, for what it was worth.

“What did you do last night, Eddie?” Eddie lifted his head up slowly, trying not to agitate his throbbing headache any more than it already was. With squinted eyes, he struggled to make out the person in front of him, but even when his focus returned, he couldn’t place exactly who the guy was, nor… where he was.

The room he was in was… large.

A huge open space with beige walls sparsely decorated by what looked like gaudy hotel art, he didn’t recognise the bedsheets either, softer than his usual ones, and when he finally found his eyes able to focus against the harsh direct light of the windows, with his hand shielding them a little, the large floor to ceiling windows of his room looked out across a city skyline.

“Who… who’re you?” That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Mystery guy didn’t look too impressed.

“Are you kidding me? Who—who am I? That’s how bad it is? You’re so fucked up you’ve forgotten me this time? I swear to god every fucking time Eddie. Every single goddamn time it’s like this and you just—I keep falling for it!!” Every pitchy hike of that voice had Eddie wincing back “What excuse will it be this time Eddie? It was just ‘one last time?’ Or what about your greatest hit ‘everyone else was doing it’, or maybe you’ll just wave it away like it doesn’t even matter? What did you even take?!” Eddie just wanted to hide, he wanted to hide under the mystery covers, away from this loud person who seemed to know him but…

Eddie was still drawing a blank.

The last thing he remembered, the last thing he clearly remembered, was being in the trailer after coming home from the faire, he remembered… he remembered—

“Where’s… where’s Stephan?” He remembered the Genie.

“Stephan? Who the fuck is Stephan? Are you—motherfucker are you cheating on me?! Who the FUCK is Stepha—” the bedroom door opened, cutting off the mystery mans tirade before Eddie could think too deeply about the idea of cheating on someone he didn’t even know, and like straight out of some kind of sit com, in walked the man himself.

All that was missing was an audience cheer track.

“I’m Stephan, Louie. Please get out.” ‘Louie’ straightened up, face seemingly set into a permanent scowl, he’d have probably been attractive if Eddie’s first encounter with him wasn’t that.

“Steve? Where the hell have you been?! You let him get like thi—”

“Get out Louie, or I remove you.” Arms crossed over broad chest, frame tall, broad, his attire less like it was in the trailer, now he wore a simple white button down and a pair of black slacks. Imposing despite its simplicity. “And make no mistake I will remove you.” He added, tone just as firm as his stance, Louie faltered, resolve quickly crumbling under that impressive presence.

“Fine, but I’m done with this. I can’t do it anymore, I can’t support him like this, so… please have my things sent to my apartment in Chicago. I’m finished.” And out he went, without even so much as a backwards glance to the deeply confused man still in bed, door slammed behind him leaving him alone with ‘Steve’.

“…Stephan?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

“What the fuck is going on?” The outfit melted away, replaced with a glittering twinkle of a stereotypical magical effect, by the peasant garb he’d worn in the trailer. It was him.

He was real.

Stephan, or… Steve. Steve was easier, he was going to use Steve. Steve offered him his best attempt at an apologetic smile, before approaching to sit on the edge of the bed. “World fame, big shot. You’re lucky I didn’t dump you mid-way through one of your gigs, or worse, last night. Sorry but this was the uh… lesser of many evils. You’re currently in LA staying at a hotel midway through a press tour to advertise your new album, and that… was Louie. Your boyfriend of… three months now? Underwear model, definitely too young for you, I never approved but hey, who listens to the Genie? Nobody, because you’re all too ‘metal’ to listen to the Genie.”

That was… so much information at once. The room still felt like it was spinning, Louie had left the bucket on the floor next to the throw up. Eddie kind of wanted to throw up again. He couldn’t even process the ‘boyfriend’ thing.

“Can… can I wish to feel better?” He was almost proud of himself for coming up with that one.

“Sure you can.”

“I wish I felt better.” A snap of Steve’s fingers, and all those aches, all those pains, the headache the nausea the spinning, it all just. Vanished. Kind of disorientating but, for less than a second, and he was fine. Clear as a whistle, never felt better than he did in that moment. “Holy shit…” Steve smiled. He was prettier than Louie when he smiled.

“You’re welcome. Listen Eddie… I’ve basically disguised myself as your bodyguard in this reality, I exist as a normal person in your life, your band know me, your friends know me, I will be there in all realities we walk through together in some way shape or form. But this one… this one is tricky.”

“Can I wish for the throw up to be gone cause it’s starting to smell.”

“Go ahead.”

“I wish the throw up was gone.” Another snap, both the vomit, and the bucket were gone “oooh bucket too, you overachiever” Steve snorted a little laugh, shaking his head, making his softly coifed bangs sway lightly. “Where were you when I needed to clean my room last month?”

“Please be serious, Eddie, only for a moment.” Eddie settled in the bed, hands in his lap, totally fixed on Steve. Then he noticed he had new tattoos on his hands and suddenly that was way more interesting. As were the tattoos up his arms, a whole sleeve, no. Both sleeves! He looked down at his chest, MORE tattoos, and— Steve grabbed the covers before he could lift them to check his lower half. “Eddie.” Oop. The tone was firm, not quite as intimidating as the one Steve had used on Louie, but… Eddie stilled.

“I’m listening big guy.”

“You wished for world fame, that your band were to become world famous. That does not happen in a blink of an eye, Eddie. Not even by magic. That happens with years of experience, of effort, it happens with dive bars, basement, and garage gigs, it happens with multiple awful record deals that limit and exploit you until you find something that works, it takes nearly breaking apart, it takes, and it takes, and it takes, but what it takes the most of… is time. Eddie. It takes time.” And wasn’t that sobering.

He looked at his hands again. Saw the weathered lines amidst the tattoos for the first time.

Steve didn’t stop him this time from looking beneath the covers, there were more tattoos, way more than he remembered having, but there were lines where lines shouldn’t be, scars where scars shouldn’t be, there were wrinkles in places he was too young to have wrinkles in. Weathered.

He looked weathered.

Steve could only be sympathetic about it, could only appear softened, like he knew this would be tough, but he couldn’t really do anything about it.

“…How much time, Steve?” His fingers gripped the covers tight, he could feel his heart in his throat, thumping away faster as anxiety skyrocketed. He was older. His wish was world fame he didn’t think about anything other than that. It wasn’t even supposed to work Steve was supposed to just be some crazy homeless person who walked in from the cold.

He wasn’t supposed to be real.

“About thirty years?” Eddie pinched himself again on autopilot. It hurt. Silently, he threw his covers off of himself, and stood, the room didn’t spin like it had been earlier and nothing hurt like before, Steve’s magic working like a charm. Still silent, he crossed the room to the bathroom, turned on the light, and found himself looking at… a stranger.

No. It was still him. But he was struck with the thought of why someone like Louie, youthful and handsome as he’d been even in his anger, would want something like him? Wrinkled skin, bags under his eyes, his body slimmer than it ever ought to be and his hair… still long and badly maintained, but now peppered with streaks of grey. “What…” his voice croaked, his hand lifting to rub at the loose skin of his cheeks. Gaunt. Weathered. “What happened to me?”

“Addiction mainly.” Steve was there, behind him in the doorway, close but not touching. Never touching. He held a robe in his hand.

“I don’t do—”

“Mmm… you didn’t… not at first. You smoked but… drugs were more a business venture to you than a vice, right?” Absently, Eddie nodded. He’d dealt his fair share of weed, so what? How had he gone from dealer to— “one of those record labels that didn’t fit. You see… it’s easy to keep a band relevant and making money, when they’re always making headlines, good or bad, it doesnt matter, getting publicly trashed makes some people more money than it loses. Coupled with heartbreak, encouragement, and easy access… impulse control was never your strong suit, was it?” He spoke like he knew him. Maybe he did, Steve had said a genie knew its master, right? “World fame has its dark side. There’s no gain without some form of suffering, Eddie, especially when the gain is as gigantic as world fame.”

“Can—can I go back?”

“Of course you can, you need only wish it. However… I don’t think you should though. Not yet. This is jarring, seeing yourself like this, it’s incredibly jarring, however… you asked for world fame and haven’t even experienced it. Just a small downside. Why don’t you live the day, think of it as an opportunity to experience what this is like, maybe it’ll help you achieve some goals in your own time.” Eddie’s eyes returned to his own reflection, taking it in…

He kind of looked like Wayne. There were worse people he could look like in his older years, especially since people had always claimed he looked like his father. But no... he looked like Wayne. He took some comfort in that.

“…Will it be safe?” Steve regarded him with silence for a moment, just long enough for Eddie to understand. “Nothing’s ever totally safe, is it?”

“No, it’s not. But as your bodyguard I’ll be as close as I can at all times. You don’t need to ask if you can wish it either, if you want to go home, just wish it, and it’ll be done, alright?” Steve stepped forwards into Eddie’s space, and carefully draped the robe over his bare shoulders as Eddie nodded his acknowledgement and pulled the robe tighter around himself, Steve’s hands still there, a pleasantly warm and grounding weight on his shoulders. “Now you should shower, and get yourself dressed. You have a few things to do today so I’ll be waiting outside to take you to your first thing once you’re ready.”

Eddie was almost scared to ask. “Which is?”

“Breakfast of course, but then you’re taping a talk show so chop chop!”

Two quick claps in succession and Steve was off, headed for the door to give him some privacy as if he hadn’t just seen Eddie completely nude, ignoring the sharp, “A what?!” That followed from the bathroom as he exited the suite.

Part 4

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Kinktober 2023: October 28th

Day 28: Cuckolding, Aphrodisiacs, Temperature Play

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Restraints, gags, cuckolding, forced voyeurism, threats of violence, oral sex (male receiving), taunting, crying, vomiting, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie

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Joel has never liked you man. Never. From the moment you and him hit town, he had known what type of man he was. He was slimy, unreliable, a cheat. Not only were those eyes of his wandering, but he was a greedy son of a bitch who had viewed himself as some sort of prize and had managed to convince someone like you that you needed him around.

“You’re gonna sit right there and watch.” The fury in Joel’s tone makes the man struggle against the gag. His hands tightly bound behind his back and his body secured to the chair in his apartment. His lips hover near his ears and it’s too bad that the small, wicked smirk that he gives is seen by no one but you. “You fucked me out of my payment, Ben. What you owe me, now I’m going to get it other ways.”

The muffled scream of protest is ignored as Joel straightens and saunters over to where you are waiting. He had come to you for payment and had been surprised when you had offered so much more than the credits that he had been promised. Nothing you offered had been worth anything, until you had finally offered him the one thing he couldn’t refuse. Yourself.

Joel has a reputation. He’s a mean son of a bitch. Ruthless. It worked for him. The fact that few fucked with him, that the FEDRA agents even were wary around him, helped him survive. Let him do the things that he needed to do. He should have refused. Should have said that your pussy wasn’t worth the credits he was owed, but he would be lying. To you and to himself.

He wants you. He wants to touch you and apparently you want to get away from the son of a bitch you are with. The fact that you were willing to let Joel completely ruin you in front of him, well that’s just icing on the cake. Ben had fucked Joel out of credits. Joel was going to fuck you and fuck him out of his woman. It was a fair trade in his mind.

He listens as Ben struggles, shouting through the dirtiest cloth he could find to wrap around the fucker’s face. Knowing those ropes are cutting into his wrists, hearing the creaking of the chair but he knows it will hold.

“She’s a pretty woman, Ben.” The hardness in his gaze softens slightly as he reaches out to cup your face, to touch you. “You should have known that if you fucked someone over, they were going to want her.” He looks back towards the man who is still struggling against his fate. “Now you’re gonna watch me take her.”

Your shiver draws his head back towards you and he looks down at you again. His silent question is private between the two of you. Despite being a somewhat cruel man in appearance, there are lines he will not cross and sexual force isn’t one of them.

Inhaling, you nod, your reasons for doing this are your own and he hadn’t questioned that. Just if you were serious and what you wanted him to do if you were.

“Now, your man owes me a lot of credits, and I’m going to get satisfaction. One way or another.” He growls, his voice rough and uncaring. His hand tightens on your jaw as he lifts your chin. “First, you’re gonna suck my dick.” He informs you. “Then I’m gonna fuck in you in front of your piece of shit, cheatin’, swindling man.”

Ben doesn’t need to know that Joel actually showered for this. In the man’s own shower, to make sure that he was clean. That you had told him that you wanted to get away from Ben but you never had the means. If he would get you away, ‘take you as payment’, that you wanted to do this. As a means of getting back at the bastard for his apparent sins. Whatever went on between the two of you hadn’t been pretty, but Joel didn’t pry. Wasn’t his business.

He lets go of your chin when you nod and reaches for his zipper. The fact that you were already naked, already spread out on the bed when your man had walked in the door had been a calculated move. One that distracted him long enough to let Joel overpower him. Plus it was easy to get to the fuckin’ when you’re already undressed.

Pulling out his hard cock, Joel groans as he pumps himself. “Didn’t think that I would get anything more than the pleasure of breakin’ your knee caps. Or maybe your hand. Hadn’t decided yet, but this mouth? This pussy?” He smirks and looks over at Ben’s wide, angry eyes. “Might be worth losin’ the credits you fucked me out of.” He tells him as he shuffles closer and grabs the back of your head. “Open up, little girl.” He orders, purposefully using the nickname that you had confided Ben had an affinity for.

The angry, harsh shouting from behind the gag is ignored, the soft heat of your tongue distracting him. Making him groan when you run your tongue over the head of his cock and give him a pleasure that’s been a long fucking time since he’s enjoyed it. “Fuck.” He spits, watching your tongue circle the head and draw him into your mouth, starting to take him deep on the first pass. Your teeth slightly scraping just enough to make him hiss, but it feels good.

He’s so distracted by the heat of your mouth, the way you take him deep until your nose is pressed against the hair above his cock that he doesn’t watch Ben. He’s forgotten for a moment until he hears a whimper.

Looking over see the man closing his eyes, trying to block out the filthy, wet, sucking sounds as you give blowing Joel your all.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes before I pop them out of your fuckin’ skull.” Joel barks, making you moan around him at the authority in his voice and Ben’s eyes spring open. Horrified that Joel might actually do that. “Watch how eagerly she sucks my cock.” He chuckles darkly, reaching down and grabbing the back of your head to start rocking his hips forward. Pushing deeper into your mouth. “When was the last time she sucked yours? Been a while, hasn’t it? That why she’s trying to suck my soul out? Needed a cock in her pretty mouth?” He huffs. “Sounds like you aren’t man enough to pay your debts or satisfy your woman.”

You moan around him, letting him push deep, his cock down your throat and he can tell you are enjoying it. Especially when you slide one hand between those pretty thighs to rub your clit. Joel groans in approval. Tears are leaking down your cheeks, but you are taking his dick like a pro. He wonders how long you had imagined cuckolding your man. Way too eager in suggesting this, and you keep glancing over at where he is tied to the chair.

“Fuck, I should cum down your throat.” Joel grunts, twitching in your mouth at the idea. “But I want to fill your pussy up. Have you drip my cum while you walk around this apartment.” He knows you are leaving the asshole, but it drives the nail in deeper.

Tears are sliding down Ben’s cheeks when he looks back over, making him smirk. “Is it worth it?” He taunts. “A few credits? You could have just paid me.”

A gasping sob that is barely audible in answer has him huffing and Joel lets go of your head to pull his hips back. Pulling his cock out of your mouth. “On your knees, little girl. Give him a prime view.”

You shuffle to your knees and Joel moves behind you. Making sure that Ben can see everything. You had wanted him to see everything. You had told Joel to fuck you rough. That you wanted to scream. He’s man enough to get a woman what she wants, and he pumps his cock again, wet with your saliva.

“Fuck, such a pretty cunt.” He slaps your ass and looks back up at Ben once more. “Gonna look real good split open on my cock.”

Guiding himself towards your entrance, there’s a renewed struggle from the chair a few feet away. The hopeless fighting that makes Joel grin as he pushes into your tight pussy in a rough thrust, making you shriek in pleasure.

“Shiiiiiiiiiit.” Once he’s buried to the hilt, Joel immediately starts fucking you. Harsh, hard thrusts that push you forward and make your tits sway. Giving it to you exactly how you said you wanted it, Joel bares his teeth, watching his cock fuck into you as he holds onto your hips in a bruising grip.

You seem to love it, your pussy clamps down on him so tight he thinks he’s gonna blow prematurely and your shouts of pleasure are loud. Loud enough that the people around you will hear. It’s not Ben’s name you are shouting, it’s Joel’s.

Ben is sobbing, forgotten in that chair while he watches you get fucked by Joel. Your face twisting in pleasure every time the bastard thrusts into you and he has rubbed his wrists to the point where they are raw. Unable to stop this. Unable to stop you from fucking this…monster.

Joel groans, making sure that every thrust slaps against your ass, his balls hitting your clit and making you moan when he pushes your head down to the bed you are kneeling on. Giving this everything he’s got and fucking loving it.

Your eyes are on Ben, watching him sob and cry. Making it even better when they roll back in your head when Joel’s cock hits deep and you moan again. Letting him see how much you are enjoying being fucked by the man he had fucked over. Sweet revenge.

“Gonna, fuck, gonna knock off a few credits of your debt.” Joel tells Ben. “For every nut I bust inside your woman.”

Ben retches, nearly throwing up behind the rag tied around his head and it makes Joel chuckle as he continues to jack hammer his cock into your cunt. You were right that he would find it disgusting. Somehow territorial about cum.

“Maybe I should make you eat it out of her.” He grunts, making your cunt clamp down around him at the thought. He smirks and feels that he’s getting closer, so he pulls you up to your elbows and then up against his chest.

His grip on you is tight, harsh. One hand sliding down to your clit to rub it as both of you watch Ben. “You gonna cum for me, little girl?” The growl in your ear is meant just for you. He wants you to cum. To be completely satisfied while you’re being fucked in front of your man. “Gonna soak my cock and cover it in your sweet pussy juices? Let me wear you all day?”

Your eyes roll back again and you gasp out a “Yes!” right before scream his name. Your cunt clamping down around him and your body twitching against his as you soak his cock in those juices he had been talking about.

“Fuck, fuck.” Joel hisses, his own pace faltering, hips stuttering as he gets close to his own orgasm. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna wreck this little cunt.”

The retching continues, but Joel is too lost in the beginnings of his own orgasm. Pumping into you in short, shallow thrusts until he is grinding deep. Painting your walls with hot ropes of cum as he groans harshly. Exhausted and completely blissed out as you take his cum in your still trembling cunt.

He might have actually thrown up and had to swallow it. Ben’s face is screwed up in disgust and horror and to Joel’s utter amusement, he’s either pissed his pants or cum in them. He’s not going to find out, but it just solidifies how big a piece of shit this guy is when he finally opens his eyes again and sees the man sitting there. He looks so defeated.

Joel squeezes your hip gently and pulls out of you, slapping you on the ass as you fall forward and he can see his cum dripping out of your cunt. He hums in approval and shuffles off the bed, tucking his wet cock away.

“Get your stuff.” He tells you, making Ben’s eyes snap back over to him and he smirks at the shake of the man’s head. “Decided she’s comin’ with me. You don’t deserve a pussy that good.” He saunters over and grabs the back of Ben’s hair and yanks his head back while you scramble to dress and grab your things. You had already packed them, but that’s besides the point.

“Shouldn’t have fucked with me, Ben.” Joel growls harshly. “Now, now I’ve fucked your woman.” He tells him darkly. “And I think I’m gonna continue fuckin’ her. You, you’re gonna sit right here and think about things. Might let you out of that chair in a day or so, might let you die in it.” He chuckles. “Haven’t decided yet.”

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Joel Miller X Reader: The things we do for those we love.

Warning: descriptions of wounds, blood, killing, swearing, vomit, angst(very little), sleazy men, fighting, knifes, guns, violence, fluff...

Word count: 4K

Summary : You're not a violent person by nature but something seemed to change that. "The sound of Ellies panicked screams and Joel's voice calling out your name made something inside you snap."

You knew what anger did to a person. You’d watched Joel beat a man's face to a bloody pulp with only his fists. You’d seen the look on his face when Tess came back from a trade, her face beaten and bruised. You’d seen Ellie, a girl who was far too young to have lived through so much pain, pull a gun on a man to save Joel. You were surrounded by anger constantly yet you’d never found yourself succumbing to its effects.

Joel normally takes on the role of unhinged killer. The calloused hands that held you through the dark hours of the night became more and more stained with blood the further you traveled. It’s not like you were useless. You’d killed before. When it came to surviving you did what you had to. But you weren’t like Joel. People didn’t fear you.

While everyone in the QZ knew Joel to be a ruthless killer you were known as his kind hearted helper. The good cop to his bad cop if you will. You’d be the one to talk him into listening before resorting to violence. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be cruel when you needed to be. You’d show everyone that when a sleazy guy had come to make a deal with Joel.

You sat by the wall staying behind Joel as the man attempted to get your partner to give him ration cards in exchange for some booze. It had been a while since you’d had a drink so the deal seemed rather good. You’d gotten out of your seat, making your way to the counter and glancing at the bottle. It was good shit. You wondered what this man had done to get his hands on something like this. Probably some deal with a Fedra agent. The man's eyes were glued to your frame, his lips curling up into a smile. He looked up at Joel moving closer to him.

“She’s a pretty thing ain’t she?”

Joel's jaw tightened at the comment, his gaze moving to look at you.

“How much for her?”

The man's words slurred together making it clear he wasn’t sober. Despite his whispering you’d heard the way he spoke about you. Joel's hands clenched under the table. If this man had been insulting him his head would already be crushed on the pavement outside but he knew your rules. You’d made it clear to him that if someone messed with you he could only deal with them after your okay. You placed a hand on Joel's clenched fist under the counter, signaling that you’d handle this one. He hated it but followed your request, stepping back so you could come closer to the man on the other side of the counter. You batted your eyes seductively, hands tracing over the drawing in the wood counter.

“You know it ain’t nice to talk about a woman behind her back.”

Your hands found the lapel of the man's shirt playing with the loose button as you leaned your face closer to his.

“If you want something all you gotta do is ask.”

The man let out a grin. His breath reeked of alcohol. Your hand found its way into his hair tugging at his scalp as you smirked at him. He let out a groan.

“Ah so you like it rough hum pretty thing?”

You didn’t answer him, just kept on smiling and gripping at his hair. Joel struggled to stay in his spot, fingers itching to put this man in his place. But rules were rules. So he watched and waited to see what you would do.

“I can do rough.”

“Good.”

With that you back away slamming the man's head on the counter with as much force as you could. He let out a scream, his hands going to his nose. Blood gushed over his fingers.

“Fucking Bitch! You broke my fucking nose!”

You gave him a wolfish grin. The man launched forward, his hands grabbing onto your arms and tugging you over the counter. You let out a screech kicking him in the chest as you fought to get out of his grip. You caught Joel's eyes, moving a hand out to stop him.

“I got it!”

You pulled a blade from your hip, twisting it in your hands before rushing at the man. He tried to duck from your attack losing his footing as he made contact with the staircase that led up to your trading post. He fell backwards, rolling down the stairs and falling onto the pavement. You stood at the doorway, arms flexed slightly as you gripped onto your knife. His blood was smeared on your body in the place he had grabbed you making it clear there had been a struggle. The people outside looked down at the man and then up at you.

“You ever come back here and I'll make sure a broken nose isn’t the only thing you walk out with.”

The man glanced around, hands going to his face again.

“You got that?!”

He stumbled to his feet, his eyes looking up at you in fear before he ran away.

“Crazy fucking bitch.”

You watched him run, your eyes following his fleeting frame before making eye contact with one of your regulars.

“Morning Susan!”

You gave the woman a smile which she returned with a hesitant wave. You placed your blade back on your hip, making your way back in. Joel was in the same place you’d left him in. You made your way to the counter grabbing the bottle of booze and placing it in a hidden cabinet. Joel followed you with his eyes. You walked past him, giving him a pat on the chest as you did.

“I’m gonna clean up. If anyone gives you trouble, deal with them however you please.”

“Doubt they’ll give any trouble after that.”

You laughed.

“You never know.”

You made your way up the stairs going to clean up when you heard Joel call your name. You turned from your spot to look at him.

“Good job.”

“I told you I had it, didn't i?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t knew you had it in you.”

“Neither did he. And look where that got him.”

Joel gave you a smile leaning against the wall as he watched you move out of view.

“One hell of a woman.”

No one messed with you after that day. The entire QZ heard the stories about how you’d gone feral on some guy who’d wronged you. People did love to exaggerate. You were glad for the peace it had caused. Unfortunately you weren’t in the QZ anymore. And the people out here didn’t even compare to that drunk.

These guys were savages. They killed because they liked it not because they needed to. Unfortunately the three of you had stumbled into the area they’d claimed as their turf. Giving them, in their minds, the right to attack you. Joel jumped into action ducking behind a table and shooting three of your attackers. Ellie crouched by you, her hands shaking as she held onto her gun. You clung to your own weapon, eyes shutting as bullets ricochet near you. You fumbled to reload your gun, cursing as it jammed.

“Fucking piece of shit!”

“Take mine.”

Ellie handed you her gun but you refused.

“Keep it. You’ll need it in case we get separated.”

Ellie's eyes looked at you worriedly.

“It’s okay honey. I won’t let that happen, it's just a precaution.”

The young girl nodded at you ducking into your side as a bullet shot near you. You peaked up from your cover trying to find Joel. He was a couple feet away from you loading his own gun. You scanned the area between the two of you looking for any attackers. The coast seemed clear enough. You turned back to Ellie grabbing her hands in yours.

“I’m gonna need your help. I have to get to Joel. He has an extra gun he can give me but I need you to cover me okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Don’t worry there aren’t any guys around. All you have to do is stay here and shoot them if they show up. It’ll be quick. I promise.”

You could tell Ellie was nervous.

“Listen, I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't think you could. You the toughest fucking kid i know. I trust you.”

Ellie's eyes stared into yours, her gaze growing more confident with your words.

“Okay. I’ll cover you.”

“Atta girl. On three, okay?”

She nodded, hands gripping her gun as you got ready to run. You counted down before racing to where Joel was. You threw your body against the table head turning to face Joel. He looked back at Ellie and then at you.

“My guns jammed. I need yours.”

“All I got is the pistol.”

“That’ll do.”

“It has three bullets.”

“Guess I'll have to aim for the head then.”

You smiled at your joke but Joel kept a stoney look. You placed your hand out waiting for Joel to give you his weapon. He let out a groan reaching into his back and pulling out his pistol. You turned to go back to Ellie but Joel grabbed onto your wrist. You turned to look at him.

“Be careful.”

“When am I not?”

“I mean it.”

You placed a peak on Joel's cheek removing his grip on your wrist.

“I’ll be careful if you are.”

Joel couldn’t promise you that. You knew it but you always made sure to remind him he was needed. You’d both lost too much. You couldn’t bear to lose each other. None of you had ever said it out loud but the message behind your words were clear. Don’t die on me too. Joel gave you a nod, glancing back to where Ellie had been.

“Where’s the kid?”

Your head snapped in Ellies direction just as you heard her scream.

“Shit. Cover me.”

You raced back to where you had been, your heart dropping as you noticed a trail of blood. You crouched down following the trail as quietly as you could. There was quite a lot of it making you think that whoever it belonged to was badly hurt. You hoped it wasn’t Ellie. Not only was she an important piece to finding a cure she was your responsibility and you’d promised her you’d protect her. Ellie let out another scream causing you to speed up your pace. You turned a corner, eyes catching the sight of Ellie. There were two men by her, one was standing with his leg gushing blood.

“Little bitch cut me.”

“That’s my girl.”

You looked at the man who was holding Ellie still, trying to figure out what kind of weapons he had on him. You stood up ready to charge at the two of them when someone grabbed you from behind. You struggled against their grip, hand moving to shoot them but they were faster. They grabbed your hand, hitting it against the wall and forcing you to let go of your gun.

“Get off me!”

“Shut up!”

Your attacker covered your mouth muffling the sound of your screams. From where you stood you could see Joel on the other side. He had his back tuned to you not allowing him to see you or the man who was sneaking up behind him. Your eyes widened, desperately trying to call Joels name out to warn him.

“I said shut up!”

You groaned as your attacker hit your head against the wall, your vision blurring at the impact. Your eyes found Ellie, watching as she struggled against another man's grip. She stepped on his foot making him release her. She’d made it a couple of feet before someone tackled her. You heard Joel groan, eyes moving to look back at him. He was fighting against someone. The man had his blade close to Joel's shoulder trying to push it down as Joel held him away. The sound of Ellies panicked screams and Joel's voice calling out your name made something inside you snap.

You bite into your attacker's hand causing him to release you. You pushed him off you reaching to grab the knife you’d seen clinging to his waist. Your body seemed to move by itself, your hand thrusting the blade into the man's chin with ease. Blood spilled against your hand as you retracted the weapon. It gushed onto your chest as the man fell forward. You stepped out of the way watching him fall down. You spun on your heels turning to face the place Ellie was. Your heart beat fast as you raced to her.

“Man look out!”

It was too late, you'd already made your way to Ellies attacker pulling him off her and slitting his neck. The man's partner, the one who had tried to warn him of you, looked at you in terror, his hands fumbling to grab his gun. You were quicker, plowing into him like a wild animal. He struggled against you trying to hold your hands away from him.

“Please have mercy!”

“Screw mercy.”

You plunged your blade into his chest, right where his heart was. He coughed up blood as you twisted the blade, staining you in crimson. You stood up, glancing down at the man's frame as he stopped breathing. You heard a grunt from the other side of the wall reminding you of your partner. You ran to the window, your hands and legs snagging onto the broken glass as you jumped to the other side. Your blood oozed out of the small cuts that littered your body. You didn’t feel any pain. All you felt was rage. Joel didn’t couldn’t even tell you were near him until he saw the blade in his attacker's eye. The man's jaw slacked open into a scream as you dove the blade deeper forcing him to get off of Joel. Once he was on the floor you straddled him, removing your blade from his eye and jamming it into his chest over and over and over again.

Ellie rushed over to where Joel was stopping abruptly once she saw you. Joel was on the ground a few steps away from you, his eyes glued to you. And then there was you. You looked insane. Eyes wide as you kept plunging your knife into the body beneath you. He was dead, it was clear from all the blood but you kept going. Ellie looked at Joel, searching for some sort of reassurance but found none. Joel was looking at you like a stranger. At one point you let out a scream.

“Stay the fuck away from them!”

Your arms burned from the strength you had used. Your clothes clung to your body due to the blood that covered them. You pulled the blade out of the man's chest breathing heavily as you continued to straddle him. Joel got up from where he was, moving towards you. He called out your name but you couldn’t hear him through the sound of your own heart beating in your skull. You felt someone touch you making you turn around. You had a snarl on your face, your hand gripping onto the blade for dear life. Joel grabbed your wrist before you could cut him.

“It’s alright. It’s over.”

Your eyes moved rapidly over Joel's face as your brain struggled to turn off the survival mode. Joel's hand made its way to your face removing the hair that stuck to your cheek before resting his hand against your face.

“It’s me darlin’. It’s just me.”

Your brows creased as you looked at him.

“Joel?”

“Yeah darlin’ I'm here.”

You glanced over Joel's shoulder, your eyes finding Ellie’s frame. She was staring at you. You expected her to be scared of you but something in her gaze told you otherwise.

“It’s okay Ellie. I took care of it.”

Ellies shoulder sagged at your words even after all that you were still making sure she knew she was safe. She made her way towards you leaning down near Joel. You smiled at her hands finding her face. She looked into your eyes.

“Did I scare you sweetie?”

“No.”

You had scared her but she didn’t want you knowing that. A part of her understood that it wasn’t just fear it also made her feel safe. Funny how two vastly different feelings could coincide. She’d experienced this feeling before. Back when Joel had beat up the Fedra agent for her. She liked feeling protected. Even if that meant people had to die. You removed your hand from her face, your palm marking her with blood. Your eyes widened at the sight of the red hand mark on Ellies face. For the first time you seemed to realize what had just happened. Ellie noticed the look in your face, her hand going to wipe at her cheek. She glanced down at the blood and then back at you.

“I’m sorry i-”

“No no it’s okay. It’s okay!”

You glanced down at your body, your nostrils picking up on the smell for the first time. You looked down and saw the mangled body beneath you. Your stomach churned at the sight. You leaned over as you threw up.

“Oh shit.”

Ellie jumped back stumbling onto her feet. Joel grabbed your hair patting your back as you spilled your guts out. You spit coughing one last time as you finish. Surprisingly you felt a lot better. Joel called out your name, making you turn to him. He handed you a cloth to clean your face.

“Thanks.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah I think so.I’m just not used to so much…”

“I know. Come on, let's get out of here.”

Joel stood up, giving you his hand. You let him drag you up pulling you off of the dead body. You chucked the bloodied blade on the ground.

“I lost your gun.”

“It’s alright. Didn’t have any more bullets anyway.”

“Here.”

Joel turned to look at Ellie. She held her gun out to him. He looked at her for a moment before placing his hand over hers and pushing it against her chest.

“Thanks kid but that one's yours.”

Joel looked around letting go of your hand to grab a shotgun from one of the attackers bodies.

“Plus…”

He reloaded the gun making it let out a click.

“This one is more my style.”

The three of you made your way out of the building. The sun was starting to go down which meant you needed to find a place to camp. You stumbled through the wood for a while before finding a stream. Joel had patrolled the area and decided it was safe enough to stay in. Once you had a fire going you made your way to the stream. You removed your clothes grimacing as you entered the cold water. You watched as the water around you turned a shade of red, the smell of blood overwhelming you once again. You sank into the water holding your breath for a while before popping back up. Joel watched you from a nearby rock. Ellie had fallen asleep near the fire curled up into a ball. You scrubbed at your body removing all the gunk and blood that had been on you. Now that you were clean you could tell how much damage you’d gone through. There were small gashes in random parts of your body, your knees were full of scratches and there were bruises on your arms from where your attackers had grabbed at you. You leaned into the water floating around for a moment. There was a splash near you making you open your eyes. You tilted your head to the side, finding Joel's frame in the dark. He waded his way through the water as he went towards you. You stood up, watching him move. When he got near enough he stopped. The older man looked at you admiring the way the fire lit up your face. You smiled at him, putting a hand out to him. He grabbed your hand pulling you flush against him. He could feel every part of your body pressed against him. If it had been another time he was sure the feeling of your naked frame would have him acting up but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. In that moment the only thing on his mind was the desire to keep you close. You snuggled into his bare chest inhaling the smell of dirt and leather. Joel caressed your head, his arm wrapping around your waist. You placed your chin against his chest looking up into his eyes. He looked tired. Or perhaps it was worry that made him look that way.

“What is it Joel?”

“Almost lost you today.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I could have. All because I wasn't paying attention.”

“Stop it Joel.”

The tone you used made him shut up. You placed a hand on his face, caressing his beard. Joel closed his eyes focusing on the feeling of your touch.

“You always protect me. I trust you with my life, you know that. But that doesn't mean you're the only one who's responsible for keeping me alive. That is my job. Just how having your back is.”

Joel leaned his head against yours

“Don’t know what i would have done.”

“Shh don’t think about what could have been. Focus on what is. Focus on me. Here. Alive. With you.”

Joel kissed you slowly, the feeling of your lips on his calming him down. You listened to the sound of the water around you and felt the smell of the wood burning a couple feet away as Joel kissed you. You hugged him swaying to the sound of the leaves for a while. You rose your head to look at Joel when he called your name.

“What is it?”

Joel chewed on the inside of his cheek. He knew he meant what he was about to say. He’d known for a long time. Just like he knew tha moment the words left his lips everything between you two would change. It scared him.

“Joel quite thinking about-”

“I love you.”

Your hand froze in midair pausing just millimeters away from Joel's face. His eyes scanned your face searching for any kind of repulsion in them. Your brain struggled to compute Joel's words. This big stoney man you'd met so long ago. The man you’d sacrifice yourself to save. The man you’d known you loved ever since he first lay his hands on your body. Had just told you he loved you and all you could do was stare at him. You felt Joel's body start to pull away from you. His movements snapped you back to reality. You laced your hand into his hair and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. When Joel pulled back to catch his breath you grinned up at him

“What was-”

“I love you too. I’ve always loved you.”

Joel cracked the biggest smile you're ever seen. He wrapped his arms around your legs, raising you into his body as he spun you around. The water splashed around you as you laughed. The sound of Joel's laughter sounded like music to your ears. For the longest time anger had lingered around you. Following you wherever you went. But in the moment the only thing you could feel was joy.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Sweet Like Candy

Warnings: none? Not yet anyway. Just JJ being a flirt over the new girl.

I was over the party scene. To be honest, I was bored out of my fucking mind with the same old shit. I only agreed to come out tonight to try and find Pope a date. I felt sorry for the poor weirdo. It’d been years since him and Kie and he said no one could compare. I hadn’t realized how bad he had it for her.

I take a hit off my weed pin and mentally curse myself for doing this again. I lock eyes with the same chick who’d been eyeing me all night and jerk my chin, signaling for her to come over.

“Hey, cutie.” She smirks, sipping her drink.

“Listen, how much will it take for you to give my friend over here a shot?” I give her my most dazzling smile but she scoffs at me, turning on her heel and marching away. I watch her walk away when someone I’ve never seen before catches my eye.

She’s breathtaking without even trying. She’s not trying to get anyone’s attention. If anything, she’s trying to go unnoticed. But I definitely notice her. And she’s being pulled through the crowd by Sarah. I smirk as I follow them out by the pool, leaving Pope to fend for himself.

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” I hear Sarah say before I stop at their backs.

“I’m here ladies, no worries.” Sarah jumps before glancing back at me then rolls her eyes. The girl that has my attention though, barely looks at me. Interesting.

I lean down and take a big whiff of her hair, the smell of sweet fruit greets me. I bet all of her was sweet like candy.

“Fuck off, JJ.” Sarah waves her hand at me dismissively as she scans the crowd.

“Don’t be rude. Introduce me to your friend.” I urge. Again, the new girl raises her brow at me before looking away. Not even a smirk.

“She’s not here for you.” Sarah waves me off again but I ignore her, playfully pushing between them so the new girl has to look at me.

“Hi. I’m JJ Maybank.” I offer her my hand and she just looks at it then back at me. I catch sight of a giant diamond ring hanging from a chain around her neck. Said ring resting between her tits. Her brows raise when she catches me looking and takes a step back.

“And I don’t care.” She finally speaks, giving me chills. God, if looks could kill. She moves around me to stand next to Sarah without a second glance.

“Who are you looking for?” I push, trying for a different approach.

“My brother.” Sarah chirps, still scanning the party goers.

“Why?” I don’t even bother hiding my disgust as I wrinkle my nose. That catches new girls attention because she immediately scowls at me.

“Just text me if you see him.” Sarah scolds, taking the newbies hand and leading her away. I would absolutely not be letting her know of any Rafe Cameron sightings.

It takes me all of ten minutes to find out that Rafe is passed out upstairs but I don’t relay the information to Sarah. The longer she looks for him, the longer I get to watch her friend from afar.

Why exactly was she looking for Rafe and why did it seem the new girl was here specifically for him? He sure as fuck wasn’t a nice guy and she seemed like a sweet and innocent little thing. Like Rafe would chew her up and spit her back out.

Maybe I needed to try a less aggressive approach.

“You’re ignoring me.” Pope says, drawing my attention away from the new girl for a split second.

“I am not.”

“You are. We’re here to find me a date, not you.” Pope seems annoyed but I know he doesn’t mean it. He cares too much.

“You get Sarah away from her and I promise to get you a threesome.” I don’t even get to look over at him before he’s marching across the party and stops in front of Sarah.

The new girl gives him a soft smile and shakes his hand, jealousy I’ve never felt before lighting me on fire. What the fuck? She can smile at him and shake his hand but not me?

I watch as they talk for a moment and Pope points to the stairs, Sarah immediately being led away with him and leaving the new girl all alone. I start to make my way over when some Kook saunters up to her and offers a drink. She scowls.

I don’t get to watch anymore because he leans in too close and I’ve seen enough. She smacks him across the face and his face reddens in anger as I run over. He opens his mouth to pop off at her but I shove him hard, making him trip and fall on his side.

“Fuck off, dude.” I snap, ushering her away before he gets up.

“Don’t touch me.” She hisses as we come to a stop at the edge of the party and near the beach. I hold my hands up in defense as she wraps her arms around herself, looking out over the water.

“Noted. My bad.” I huff a laugh and she scowls at me.

“Are you always this annoying?” She demands, her lip rolling up in anger. Normally I’d be pissed if a girl called me annoying but she’s too damn adorable.

“Are you always this friendly?”

“I-I am friendly. You’re just getting on my nerves.”

“Why? Not used to male attention?”

“No, actually.”

We both fall silent and I’m left confused. Was she a nun or what? What the fuck did she want with Rafe Cameron and why did she have a ring around her neck?

“Let’s start over. As friends. I’m sorry if I was too much.” I give her a genuine smile and she seems to relax after a moment then nods in acceptance.

“I’m Y/N.” She says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Don’t flirt with me.”

“Right. Got it.”

Another awkward silence as we look out over the water. She starts to make her way down to the beach and across the sand and I follow, trying not to look at her ass in her tight shorts.

“Where are you from?” I finally ask, watching as she dips her toes in the chilly water and starts searching for shells.

“Not here.” She chides, hiding a smile.

“That’s obvious.” I counter, picking up a shiny blue shell and offering it to her. She narrows her eyes at me for a second before taking it and putting it in her pocket.

“How’s it obvious? Not used to girls turning you down? So the only logical explanation is that I’m not from here?” She’s teasing me and I try not to smirk as I pick up more shells.

“I wasn’t ever trying so technically you couldn’t have turned me down.” I offer her a black shell and she pouts, probably wondering why I keep finding all the intact ones and hers are all broken. I try not to laugh at the small pile she’s started in the sand of broken pieces.

“Uh huh.”

“You’ll know if I’m trying. Plus, you’re not even my type.” I taunt but she quickly fires back.

“Too much of a brain?” I open my mouth and close it, shaking my head at her as she gives me a genuine smile.

“Too mouthy.” I finally say and she laughs, taking a white shell from me this time.

“And you’re too pretty.” She says quickly but then her eyes widen and she blushes.

“So you think I’m pretty?” I gush, spinning her around to face me and she laughs.

“I think you’re entirely too full of yourself. You’re not that pretty.�� She’s grinning now and I release her, my smile falling. She was beautiful. I wanted to see more of that smile. But all I could think about was what she wanted with Rafe Cameron. Her smile falls too and she steps away, going back to digging for shells.

“So, why are you here? Vacation?” I press, trying to keep my tone light.

“I wish.” She grumbles, sitting down on the sand and sorting through her shells.

“Is this your first time at a beach?” I tease and she looks up at me, the truth written all over her face.

“You’ve never seen the ocean before?” I sit down next to her, my body turned so I can face her and she shrugs.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little. Sometimes I forget how beautiful it all is just because I see it everyday.” I shrug and she sighs.

“What is there to do here?”

“Surf, party, screw.” Her eyes widen as she blushes and I can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so annoying.” She shakes her head as she smiles, meeting my gaze.

“Hey, as your friend, I can show you how to do any of those things.” I joke, wagging my brows at her and she full on belly laughs. All I can do is smile at her. This girl is a virgin for sure.

“I would like to learn how to surf.” She says, looking out at the water as her face heats again.

“I’m out here every morning. I can show you.”

“Maybe.”

Silence falls between us and I arrange the shells in the shape of a dick, earning another laugh from her. I couldn’t stand not seeing her smile or laugh. Something was going on. I could sense it.

“So why the Cameron’s? Are you guys related?”

“God, no.” She tucks her hair behind her ears as she takes the shells and makes them into the shape of a heart instead. So she’s a romantic.

“You don’t strike me as the type to hang out with Rafe Cameron.” I say softly and her eyes meet mine, filled with so much sadness that my own heart aches.

“I-Is he so bad? I mean, I can tell that he doesn’t have a good reputation.” I can hear the emotions choking her and I suddenly want to change the subject but I can’t.

“He’s bad news. Drugs, alcohol, women. He practically gets away with murder here.” I take a deep breath, keeping my anger in check as she shifts uncomfortably.

“I guess I don’t have a choice. It doesn’t really matter.” She picks up the shells and puts them in her pocket before quickly getting to her feet, wiping the sand off her shorts.

“Why doesn’t it matter? Tell me.” I insist, jumping to my feet and stopping her retreat.

“He-he’s—.” Her eyes lock on movement behind me and I know our time is up as footsteps approach us. Someone grabs my shoulder and shoves me away from her and I stumble, turning to glare at Rafe as he roughly takes her hand.

“Stay away from my fiancé.” Rafe growls. I can’t swallow the lump in my throat as I look at her but she won’t look at me. She keeps her eyes down as Rafe guides her back to the party. Fiancé? Fucking fiancé?

I just now notice Sarah standing there awkwardly, trying to find something to say to ease the tension.

“What the fuck?” I bark and she sighs, stepping in front of me as I move to head in the direction they left in.

“Don’t. This is bigger than you. I told you that she wasn’t here for you. Let it go.” Sarah says softly, her hands up to push me back.

“Fiancé? FIANCÉ?” I shout, trying to side step her away but she shoves me in the chest. Is that why she had a ring on her necklace? It was her fucking engagement ring?

“You’ve known her for five minutes. Back off.” Sarah snaps, pushing me again.

“You just threw that girl to the wolves. Your brother is not a good man and you just handed her over to him.”

“It’s not my doing! The deal is already done. They both agreed to it. She’s not being forced.”

“Bullshit. No one willingly gets engaged to Rafe Cameron. She doesn’t know him.”

“Stop it. You’re not her knight in shining armor. She’s an adult and can make her own decisions.”

“That girl blushes at the word dick. Don’t tell me she’s not easily influenced or coerced into things.” I growl. Sarah slaps me across the face, the sting finally cooling the fire in my chest for a moment.

“I don’t know specifics but I know a deal was struck and I was asked to bring her to meet Rafe tonight. They agreed to it. It’s out of our hands. The wedding is in a week. So stay away. If she wanted to leave, she could.” Sarah says softly, turning and marching back up to the party to probably find John B.

I take a couple steps back towards the party when I stop, my gaze catching on someone on the third floor balcony. She doesn’t look away from me and even from here, I can see the sadness in her eyes as she plays with the ring around her neck.

I wouldn’t stay away. Not without hearing her side of things. No one willingly agreed to marry Rafe fucking Cameron.

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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Neteyam x dead Reader Part 4

Warnings: heavy mentions of death, shit ton of crying, sadness, corpses, mentions of wounds, blood, mentions of knives, Kiri and Jake bonding,

Summary: After Neteyam passed, his family doesn’t know what to do without him.

Note: sorry this is longer than the other chapters guys, I literally couldn’t help myself. The reason I added the Jake and Kiri thing in the middle was because I noticed in ATWOW Jake was always the one who was “strong” and never cried. So he obviously had a reason for that, so I just wanted to show their relationship in this chapter. I really hope you guys like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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There he laid, his stiff body in his own mothers hands. Her wails filling the tree of souls, her yell’s flooding her surroundings. Her own son was gone, dead in seconds. Tears came down like a waterfall, like a river flowing through the forest. They never stopped, not for a second. The salty liquid coming to trickle from her eyes down to her mouth as it layed agape, while she weeped for her son. The boy she loved before he even came out of the womb, the boy she played with for hours. The young man she had raised for years, her own blood was in him.

A part of her family was gone, and it was by his own accord. By his own will, his own hands. Why? Why would Eywa let this happen? Why did it come so sudden? She blamed herself, she shouldn’t have let him get so low in life. She was at fault for this, she was his mother. Her job was to nurture and care for her children, but she couldn’t even do that. She couldn’t do the one job she was assigned as a mother. Her eyes kept switching from the wound her son made, to his pale face. His handsome face that was once smiling and laughing was now gone, with only a frail corpse being left behind.

She should’ve gotten there sooner, but no she took her sweet time. Now her son was gone, he was with Ewya now. He was with his true love, you. You were the cause of this horrible act. But it wasn’t your fault, you pleaded him not to. But he never listened, too caught up in his own sorrow to think of the bigger picture for once. The blood trickled down his cold chest, his soulless frame. The red ivory covering his mothers hands, her soft hands now painted with death. She needed him back, she was supposed to see him grow up. See him become a true man and build a family, but now that reality was just a delusion. She watched as his chest stayed still with no breath coming out. She stared into him, waiting for him to wake up. Waiting for him to come back and for this to just be some bad nightmare. She pleaded to a dead body to come back to be with her for even just one more minute. Just so she could say goodbye to him, for one more moment with her eldest son.

Hours went by as she sat there with him, sitting with a boy who was no longer there. Her cries slowly stopped, instead she just sat there. Not moving, just breathing alone. Admiring her son she held back the tears, she needed to get help. She needed to tell someone, someone who could help her. Mustering up the courage, she picked his up dying corpse and over her shoulder. As she began to walk, her cries started again, her sorrow never ending as she walked down the trail to the village.

“Help, please help!” She screamed, as she collapsed on the ground. Her sounds drawing attention to form a crowd, she was quickly comforted as she heaved in exhaustion from her journey. “Neytiri!” Her mate yelled, running to see what was wrong. To his surprise he found his wife screeching in agony as her son laid lifeless in front of her. Looking at the scene in front of him, realization engulfed his being as his eyes laid onto the knife jabbed into his sons chest. Coming to comfort Neytiri he darted around the crowd and to his wailing mate. Holding her in his arms, he angled her to his chest so she wouldn’t have to see her dead son. His eyes were set on Neteyam as he moved his hands up and down Neytiri’s back.

What had he done so wrong as a father for this to happen? This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t reality. It was too much to bear, too much for his strong heart to take. What were the kids going to think? Their own brother committed suicide, the Na’vi didn’t even have a word for that. It never happened, it wasn’t Ewya’s plan, the great mothers plan couldn’t be this. His thoughts consumed him as he sat there with his mate.

“No- please no” Jake mumbled, a tear daring to fall from his eyes. Quickly wiping it away, he had to stay strong for his mate and more importantly his people. The crowd was mumbling who knows what, scrambled sorrows and wails across the group as they watched their Tsihak and Olo'eyktan cope with the death of their son.

“Baby- baby” he spoke, bringing her face to meet his. “We have to stay strong, remember?” He asked, staring into his wife’s orbs that seemed to have been drowned of life. “Strong heart” he added, and he was right. His people were watching, they needed someone to guide them. They needed their Olo'eyktan and Tsihak to stay strong. Her mouth turning into a frown as she tried to hold in her tears and wails. Taking a deep breathe she nodded, Jake holding her hand as he helped her to his feet. Her legs were weak, she had walked so far with not just her own body but with another on her back. She wobbled underneath him, but soon she found her balance as she stood up.

Jake let go of his wife as she found her way out of the crowd, leaving him with Neteyam. His eldest son dead, his son who was going to be the next Olo'eyktan, the leader of his people. Standing over his sons body, he bent down to hold him in his arms. Making his way through the crowd, all eyes were on him as his legs guided him. His face was tired, it was pale, drained of any happiness that he had beforehand, his smile turning to a frown as his lips pierced together.

Neytiri called for her children, scared they would have to see their brothers dead body. But sadly she wasn’t mistaken, Tuk had been in the crowd with Kiri by her side. Kiri who had run with Tuk to see what all the commotion was, had turned teary eyed. Covering Tuks eyes she led her away and into their hut. Tuk crying in Kiris arms, sitting in their hut alone with only eachother. Kiri sat there feeling alone, even though Tuk was in her grasp. She felt numb, dead almost, lifeless like her brother. Her body was heavy, her eyelids turned murky just like every other limb attached to her body. This wasn’t happening, her brother couldn’t have done such a horrible thing. She knew he was struggling, by why didn’t he just talk about it to her. She would’ve listened, she would’ve held onto him tight, telling him how much she loves him. Tears ran down her face, her features staying the same as she cried. She was a statue, with a waterfall pouring out of her eyes.

“I- is he really gone Kiri?” Tuk cried, latching onto her sisters knot holding up her loincloth. “I- I think so Tuk” she confessed, did she even believe her own words? Was it really true? She couldn’t imagine a world without him, he was always with her. They were the ones who took care of Lo’ak and Tuk when it was just them. They were the protectors of the family, the duo, now it was just her. A one man show from now on. She held onto Tuk as her thoughts raced through her broken mind. “Kiri, Tuk?” Neytiri spoke, rushing into their hut. She was too late, their eyes had been shown the bloody scene already. The bloodbath her son had made, the agony he put his family through. “Mom?” Tuk asked, looking up at her mother.

“Oh Tuk” she sighed, opening her arms up. Tuk rushed into them, leaving Kiri bare. That’s what she felt, bare, naked with no one to hold onto. “I am so sorry” Neytiri cried, as if she was the one at fault for this. Her happiness had faded, her children’s laughs and giggles seemed like a reality she could never grasp again. Kiri sat there, her eyelids half open, letting the tears come and go as they pleased. “Kiri?” noticing her daughters strange position. “Hm?” She spoke, turning her gaze to her weeping mother. “Where is Lo’ak?” She asked, worried for her youngest son. What if he had already seen his brother, and had left, too frightened to see one more second of this agony. Kiris head hung low, trying to figure out where he was. But she came up with nothing, no location of where he might be. So she sat there, her silence was the only answer she could muster up, her unknowningness was her last resort. She couldn’t comprehend what was being said to her, and she didn’t need to. She just needed to sit there for as long as she needed to, as long as Ewya would let her.

Walking into their hut, Jake was met with sorrow and tears. His head hung low, passing by Kiri and Tuk. Laying his son’s body on the mat in front of everyone to see. He sat on the edge, just watching, waiting for something to happen. For someone to save him from this hell, something that could take him away. His breathe was hitched and heavy, trying his best to be the strong man his family saw him as. But why? Why couldn’t he let himself feel it, feel the sorrow that inflamed him. He needed to mourn his dead son, he needed someone to tell him it was ok to cry, that he didn’t need to be strong anymore. A sign that told him he could let go and bathe in his sorrows. Kiri watched her father fight with himself, and for what? She’d never seen her father cry, never seen him mourn anything. She noticed how he was always the strong one in the family, the one who could uplift everyone, but was never uplifted by anyone else. She could tell he needed someone, he needed that sign to come soon.

So she decided she would be that sign, she could finally help her father, finally give back everything he’s given to her, she could repay her debt she owed as a daughter. Coming over to sit next to him, she patted him on the back as she joined in watching her brothers body. “It is ok to not be strong” she let out, her gaze never leaving Neteyam. Was she trying to comfort him? That wasn’t how it was supposed to go, she was the child and he was the father, he had to comfort her that was his job. But what was this feeling that grew in his heart? He felt seen, and she saw him for what he was, he was a mourning father who needed an outlet. He was tired of the facade he put up for everyone to see. “I see you Dad” she said, looking up at her father. She brought her hand down to intertwine with her fathers. He smiled at the gesture, a tear coming out. His tears falling one by one in a never ending cycle. He held onto Kiris hand, grasping tightly, scared to be vulnerable in front of his own daughter.

Lo’ak walked through the village, noticing how everyone was giving him weird looks and stares, he couldn’t help but wonder. He knew he was the screw up of the family, but not that much of one. Growing closer to his hut, he picked up the wails of his family. Quickly rushing in he stood there, his eyes widening at his brothers body on the mat, with a knife plunged into his heart. “Mom- what happened” he asked, fighting back tears that fought to come out. “Who did this?” He asked, his voice turning into a huff. Whoever did this was going to feel the wrath of him, he swore it. He ran to his brothers side, mumbling words only him and Ewya would know. A tear dropped onto his brothers frigid body, then another, and another. Till a puddle was created. Lo’ak’s eyes screwed shut trying his best not to let his tears rain down too much. He prayed and prayed for Ewya to bring him back, for relief of some sort. His brother was the only one he could talk to, the only one on this planet that saw him for who he really was. The only one who never judged him for who he was, now who was going to take his place?

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hi, guru! would it be possible to get a little teaser for the bfd update 🥹🥹

Ahh sure! Why not? 731 word teaser from the next part below.

“So you don’t think I’m a bad person?”

She chuckled, “Well, I don’t agree with what you did but I could never think you’re a bad person. You can’t help who you fall in love with.”

You drank your hot tea and tried to enjoy yourself with your friend but the longer you and Paloma chatted, the more you missed Fae. No one could replace Fae. She was your other half in so many ways.

“Can I ask you a really personal question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

You shrugged, “Okay. Sure.” You had an idea of what she was going to ask based on the fact that you’d gotten onto the topic of birth control.

“Is he good? Now that I’m thinking about him like that I can imagine he is.”

You breathed out laughed through your nose and smiled as you looked down into your tea, “He’s good. Yes.” You weren’t sure how deep into it you wanted to get but you’d entertain her for a bit.

“And I bet he’s got a big… dick.” She whispered the word dick quietly.

That’s where you drew the line. You sipped your warm tea and turned your gaze to the corner of the room where someone was just taking their seat.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she spoke, drawing your attention back to her.

“It’s okay. I’m not sure I want to talk about that anymore, though. Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

It turned out that Paloma didn’t have much to say about herself. She gave you the tiniest bit of information, where she was working, that she’d dated someone a couple of months back and that it didn’t work out, and how she was planning a vacation to Cancun. But that’s it.

It felt strange to divulge such personal things to someone who gave you so little in return. And you should have known that’s what was going to happen. She wanted the dirty details about you and Harry. She wasn’t there to be a friend. Not really. She wasn’t rude but you saw that her motivation was to sate her curiosity.

Maybe you were better off just confiding in your mother. Though, she never asked you things about how sex was with Harry. She always only wanted you to be happy and doing your best.

And it would have been fun to discuss in detail how good you were getting it with Harry. And if Fae weren’t his daughter you’d do that with her. Tell her all about how insane his body is, how strong he is, how big his cock is, and how he eats you out almost every day. You’d totally brag about him with her if things were different. But instead, you were stuck with Paloma who you didn’t want to give too many details to. And besides, you and Harry were still healing. To talk about how he was in bed didn’t seem right. Especially when you didn’t know who she was going to tell.

You stopped at the grocery store on your way home to get some things you needed and you picked up one of those cheap grocery store flower bouquets. Harry had stopped having them sent when shit hit the fan and he moved in. You didn’t know if it was because they were so expensive or just because he hadn’t thought about it what with everything going on, but you figured a small bouquet might feel nice to have in the apartment.

But when you pulled into your building’s parking lot you saw, what looked like Mrs. Styles’ car parked at the front. Of course, perhaps it was someone else’s, you were a bit paranoid lately. You always had your eyes roaming around just in case you accidentally ran into her or Fae.

With one arm occupied by your grocery bag and your other hand holding the small bouquet, you slowly walked up the steps toward your door and thought, maybe it wasn’t Mrs. Styles. Perhaps it was actually just someone with a car like hers. Plus how silly for her to confront you. What good would that do anyone?

“Y/n. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You heard her voice before you saw her and then felt her pull your bag from your arm, “Let me help you. Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

#ask #bfd!harry #teaser #best friend’s dad Harry

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the road ahead

a little fic I wrote immediately after finishing Infinite Wealth... spoilers for y8 including the finale, tread with caution. heavily implied kazumaji. enjoy my treat

‘You- ah. You have a visitor, Kiryu-san…’

How long had it been since people had called him his name- his real name? Too long. It almost felt strange responding to it after all this time. Kiryu began propping himself up in his bed, grunting- he caught the nurses eye. She looked anxious, her fingers drumming on the door frame. He couldn’t tell if that was a bad sign or not. Before he could open his mouth to ask, the sound of heels clicking in a light jog grew louder and louder down the corridor behind her, until-

‘Kiryu-chan, ya’ in there?’

A familiar face popped up behind her shoulder, and she shot straight up with a startled yelp. Majima couldn’t help himself, letting loose a cackle at the reaction. Kiryu sighed with relief. Much as he hated to admit it, he had missed that laugh. He gave the nurse a sympathetic smile.

‘You can leave him with me, it’s okay.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked, lips drawing into a thin line even as Majima rocked on his heels behind her, eager to squeeze past. She kept herself firmly in the door between them. She turned to face him then, glaring at Majima.

‘Aw, don’t worry, I won’t stress him out or nothin’. Best behaviour. I promise!’ Majima raised his hands in deference. After a moment of staredown, the nurse shook her head. Best not to argue. She moved aside to let him through, casting a glance back at Kiryu over her shoulder- call me if you need help, she mouthed. Not fully convinced of the man's intentions.

Kiryu wasn’t surprised. He may not have been a yakuza anymore, but it didn’t stop Majima from dressing like one. Even to someone with no knowledge of his reputation as the Mad Dog, to a complete stranger who didn’t hear the bloody rumour mill around his life, he came off as someone with a couple screws loose. Of course, that was his intention from the start. And Kiryu hoped by now he knew Majima well enough to tell that.

He slid the door shut behind him and looked down at Kiryu. He sauntered over slowly, hands shoved in his pockets before slumping on the guest chair next to his bed. He leaned over, tilted his head, looked right into Kiryu’s eyes.

‘Ya still look like shit.’

Kiryu couldn’t help it- he laughed. The sound made Majima perk up instantly.

‘It’s nice to see you again too, nii-san.’ He smiled weakly. He knew he must have looked an awful state. He’d let it get so bad for so long… He reached for a glass of water on the stand beside him and took a sip. He’d thought about it the other day when he caught himself in the mirror- saw his sunken cheeks and tired eyes. He had a flicker of regret then, the yakuza desire to die young rearing its ugly head until he snuffed it out. No, none of that. He may have looked like shit, as Majima eloquently put it, but at least he was alive. Frankly, he appreciated Majima’s honesty. In the time after he had put the glass down and focused back on the present, he realised the uncomfortable silence between them had begun dragging.

‘How are you?’ He hesitated.

‘Pffa- me?’ Majima scoffed. ‘You’re the one in the damn hospital, and you’re asking how I am!’ He shook his head.

‘Forgive me for being concerned for your wellbeing, nii-san. I won’t do it again.’

‘Aw, knock it off…’

Majima sighed, crossing his arms. His foot was tapping. Kiryu could tell he was putting on a brave face by showing up here. He may have written off Majima a long time ago as impossible to read but he had learnt to pick up on things here and there. He was about to attempt more small talk, when Majima interjected.

‘I didn’t think I’d see you again.’

Kiryu blinked, uncertain.

‘When ya’ left that first time.’ Majima clarified, fiddling with one edge of his glove. Kiryu remembered all too well. Remembered the way Majima had called for him as he left them behind in the snow, and it sent a heavy feeling into his stomach. It had been warranted at the time, certainly- more lives than his own were on the line- but he couldn’t deny how cold it was of him.

‘You really were going to get yourself killed, weren’t you?’

His accent was faltering, Kiryu noted to himself. But he couldn’t deny what he said. At the time- he truly wanted to die. He nodded.

‘I was.’ He spoke quietly. ‘I thought it was the only way. I’m… thankful that I realised it wasn’t.’ He swallowed hard.

‘Yeah?’ Majima’s voice was barely above a whisper. His hands were still itching to do something. Kiryu noticed. He reached his own hand out and took Majimas, to stop it from picking at himself. He felt the way he startled under his touch. Kiryu stopped. Let him pull away, if he wanted.

Majima didn’t.

His hand went loose in Kiryu’s, who squeezed it gently.

‘I’m sorry, Majima-san.’ Kiryu blinked hard. His emotions had been a lot harder to keep in check, lately. ‘I shouldn’t have put you through that. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that.’

‘Kiryu…’

Majima sniffed, grinning lopsidedly. ‘Ya’ idiot. Don’t apologise, I oughta be doing that. We were so caught up in our own shit we didn’t wanna see a light outta the darkness, ‘cause it would’ve hurt our eyes.’ He squeezed Kiryu’s hand back. ‘Thanks for kickin’ my ass into gear. I needed it.’

‘Let’s… both agree to apologise to each other, then.’ Kiryu nodded. He brought his other hand over to clasp Majima’s. He nodded back, and the two sat there for a moment in silence.

Kiryu had a habit of noticing things at the strangest times. Like right now, all he could think about suddenly was the texture of the glove under his fingers. The leather was softer than he remembered it being, every time Majima’s fist had collided with his own. Then again, he’d never gotten to touch them like this before. Majima must have noticed him drifting.

‘Hey, ya’ in there, Kiryu-chan?’

‘Hm? Oh. Yes. I was thinking about your gloves.’

Majima choked out a laugh, incredulous. ‘My gloves?’

Kiryu’s brow furrowed as he nodded. ‘Yes. I’ve never gotten to hold your hand before, so I’ve never felt them like this. It’s a new texture for me, and- stop laughing, nii-san.’

‘Sorry, sorry!’ Majima bowed his head between giggles. ‘It’s just- God, that’s so you, Kiryu-chan.’

‘What do you mean.’

‘You’re so goddamn weird.’

Kiryu frowned. ‘That’s awfully rich coming from you, nii-san.’

‘I know!’ He cackled, grin spreading across his face. ‘It’s perfect! We’re both so fuckin’ weird!’

Kiryu couldn’t help it. Despite his confusion, his desire to be grouchy with Majima, his laugh- he had missed that laugh so much. For years, he felt like he wouldn’t hear that laugh again. He smiled, and he laughed with him. He laughed until he felt as if he were about to cry again, taking deep breaths to avoid setting off his heart monitor. He would die of embarrassment if that happened.

‘Ahh…’ Majima sighed. ‘I missed ya, Kiryu-chan.’ He smiled. ‘But I got one thing I gotta ask ya’, okay?’

‘Yes?’

‘No, no. You gotta promise me.’

‘This isn’t going to be something weird, is it.’ Kiryu frowned.

‘No, it ain’t- I swear. Hear me out, Kiryu-chan.’

Kiryu hesitated, but…

‘Okay.’

‘Don’t leave again.’

The lump entered his throat instantly. Majima’s dark eye was looking at him, pleading with him. He couldn’t keep doing this to him- he knew that. He had spent so much time running away from him, his family, his old life- running away from everything. He was so tired of running. Kiryu nodded, swallowing heavily.

‘I promise.’

‘Cause I’m not leavin’ you, now.’ Majima continued. ‘I mean it! It’s back to 24-7 fuckin’ surveillance for you, Kiryu-chan!’

‘Oh, god.’ Kiryu groaned- he thought those days were behind them. The days of chasing each other through the streets of Kamurocho, beating each other half to a pulp. He hoped they wouldn’t be doing that again. Well… not to say he didn’t enjoy it. But his poor bones likely couldn’t handle it for a while.

‘I mean it. Yer never getting rid of me, Kiryu-chan.’ He tittered, squeezing his hand a little tighter. Kiryu wasn’t sure if he should interpret that as a threat or not, but…

‘Thanks, nii-san. I mean it.’

‘Good. Remember-’ Majima leaned forward conspiratorially. ‘You ain’t allowed to die until I say so! I staked that claim years ago, ya remember? I’m-’

‘You’re the only one allowed to kill me.’ Kiryu finished for him. A threat that Majima had made so many years ago, and one that he kept renewing. A threat, an attempt to scare him- it had evolved into something more. It wasn’t a threat anymore. It was a promise. A promise that he wasn’t going to let Kiryu throw his life away. Was it odd that Kiryu found the thought comforting? Perhaps. But they were always odd people.

‘Yeah.’ Majima nodded, his own eye glistening slightly. ‘So- no goin’ out before me. Okay? Gonna see you through this shit. Gonna hassle ya’ every chance I get. I’ll fuckin’ help you out.’ He sniffled, doing a poor job at hiding his own welling emotions. ‘However long ya’ got, I’m gonna be there for ya.’

‘Thank you… Goro.’

Majima stirred. Looked up in shock. His lips quivered, as if he was uncertain how to respond. Eventually, he smiled.

‘No prob, Kazuma.’

Kiryu shut his eyes. It wasn’t going to be an easy road ahead. Recovery was going to be rough. He wasn’t even sure how long he had- if he even could recover. It may be too late for him. But in that moment with his hands gripping onto those leather gloved hands, Majimas fingers entwined with his, he felt like it was going to be okay.

Whatever lay ahead for him, he knew Majima would be there with him. And they would face it together.

#like a dragon infinite wealth spoilers #yakuza spoilers #yakuza 8 spoilers #kazumaji #i dont know what spoiler tags people are using SORRY #its so hard to describe a fic that is so. requires finale knowledge. without spoiling anything in the description #anyway very rambly and quick fic i just needed to get it out of my system #yakuza #fanfiction

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