#then i realized no one but me will read this so beep beep motherfuckers this bone head is driving

[redrobin-detective]

#me writing my lockwood that literally one one is going to care about #I know Ive written some pretty dog shit stories with zero notes #but its an interesting experience going into the writing being like 'man literally No One is gonna want to read this' #this is for me only #probably shouldnt even bother posting #zero notes in my heart ❤ #in a way its kind of freeing like zero stress or expectations I can write my story as shitty and self indulgent as I like #I was thinking today i really want to work in skull driving and was like man thats stupid #then i realized no one but me will read this so beep beep motherfuckers this bone head is driving

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

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[hopelesslonelyghost]

I AM HEARTBROKEN OVER THE FUCKING EP 16 LIKE GODDAMMIT MOTHERFUCKERS

IM ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

I desperately need some crosshair comfort fic where they got his chip removed and she comforts him on the maurader. He feels really bad, but the reader reassured him that she loves him endlessly and she is happy to have him back.

Lots of tears and kisses and cuddles PLEASE-

I Forgive You

crosshair x force sensitive!reader

warnings// spoilers for tbb ending (kinda sorta?), angst, not beta read

author’s note// is tied to this shot but can be read as a stand alone! and yes i did use That Scene with ahsoka and rex as inspiration. enjoy!

At first he didn’t want you anywhere near him. You didn’t blame him. To him you were a traitor to the Republic and deserved to be executed, so you kept your distance.

He was kept in binders up and was temporarily placed in Omega’s nook, for everyone’s sake.

But you could still feel his anger, his confusion coming off him in waves. You did technically go against his wish and ripped him away from the Empire.

So you meditated. More so than usual. And you tried to push the sniper out of your thoughts.

Until it was time to take Crosshair to the trashed jedi cruiser on Bracca. You were genuinely surprised to find it still intact. And so the journey to get the chip out began.

———————

“My scanner isn’t picking up anything.”

You blanched at Tech’s observation.

You shook your head, “It can’t be. Try again.”

“We already tried twice, there isn’t anything.”

You clenched your fists, “I want to try something.”

Walking up to Crosshair’s unconscious body, you gently placed your palms on either side of his head and nodded at Tech, “Run the scanner.”

Closing your eyes, you focused, “I am one with force and the force is with me….I am one with the force and the force is with me...”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“There! The scanner picked up something.”

You breathed out, “Let’s get to work then.”

———————

Seeing the Batch finally get some rest made you smile. They deserved it. You’d all been through a lot the past two rotations.

“I know you’re awake, little one.” You whispered into the room.

Omega sighed and got up from her place on the floor and walked over to you, sitting by the doorway.

“I can sense how restless you are. What’s on your mind?”

“What if…what if he doesn’t wake up? Wrecker didn’t take this long.”

Your gaze made its way over to Crosshair, “To be honest, I’m not quite sure myself.”

You turned back to her and gave her a warm smile, “But I do believe the Force.”

Omega gasped quietly, “What you did back there was so cool! Can you teach me?”

You chuckled and booped her nose, “I believe you should be sleeping. C’mon, I’ll play with your hair the way you like.”

———————

It was chaos when he woke up. You accidentally dozed off with Omega’s head in your lap. A loud crash had you on your feet, shielding the little girl from danger.

Your protective stance wavered when you realized that Crosshair was staring right at you. He looked around the room and glared at his brothers, who had also woken up at the commotion. Their guns drawn and pointed at him, you were so caught up looking at his face you failed to see he had reached for his sniper and was pointing it at your chest.

You raised your hands in surrender, “We’re not here to hurt you.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Hunter.” You looked at the Sergeant, “Give us a few minutes?”

He nodded, “We’ll be right outside.”

The batch shuffled their way out, Omega gripping your hand and squeezing it before letting go.

“You can lower your gun now.”

“You took me!”

Lowering your hands, you tucked them to your sides, “I did what I had to do.”

“I told you that I had removed my chip!” Cross snarled.

“And as it turns out, you lied!”

“How could you have possibly known I was lying?”

“Because the Crosshair I know would never willingly side with the Empire. We all know it!”

A few tense seconds passed before he lowered his gun and dropped it to the floor. Relief overwhelmed you, but you didn’t care. You had him back.

———————

For days Crosshair wouldn’t speak to you. Would only grunt in response to anything you had to say. Back in Ord Mantell, Crosshair decided to stay behind instead of joining you all at Cid’s.

Halfway to the parlor you stopped in the middle of the street and looked back at the way you came from.

“You should go. You both need to talk.”

You looked back at Echo and nodded, “Tell the others?”

He nodded and you turned back to make your way to the Marauder.

———————

“Weren’t you supposed to be at Cid’s?”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the Marauder's door. If you wanted to speak with him, you had to make sure he didn’t try escaping.

“I had more important things to do.”

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Defeated, you relaxed and slumped a little, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

He tsk’ed and plucked the toothpick from between his lips and flicked it off somewhere into the ship.

“I’m not doing this.”

You rolled your eyes and walked up right in front of where he was sitting, “That’s too bad. We are doing this.”

You reached up to place a palm on his cheek, to which he promptly turned away from, “Talk to me, Cross. It’s impossible for me to ignore what you’re feeling. So please, talk to me.”

He stood up abruptly, forcing you to take a few steps back. And then some more when you realized he was stalking towards you, “What do you want me to say? Huh?! That I feel terrible after trying to kill you? That all I could think about was how much you deserved to die?!”

He stopped once your back hit a nearby wall.

“You should hate me.”

Your eyes softened and this time when you reached up to caress him, let you.

“I could never hate you, Cross. Never.”

His eyes widened and glossed over with unspoken emotion. He didn’t have to tell you what he felt at that moment. You could feel it.

“I know that wasn’t you back there. I did what I did because I love you.”

You pressed your forehead against his, “I forgive you. Always.”

#tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair x force sensitive!reader #force sensitive reader #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #tbb

[brandyllyn]

In our own image... (26)

Chapter 26

(Poe Dameron x OFC)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2k. Read it on AO3.

Rating: Teen & Up (PG) language.

"I’m not sure that fucker deserves her."

BB-8 spun in place, flickering their lights to red to show their displeasure. "Will you please watch your language? That is my Friend you are speaking of."

K-0 rocked in place, tilting their sensor array. "Your friend is an ass."

If BB-8 had lungs they would have sighed at that. They vastly preferred when K-0 communicated in Basic. With the language filters on, it was much easier to ignore the Binary and focus on the words. That way they didn’t have to listen to the little droid call Poe things such as 'ass' or 'motherfucker'. Instead, it was simply 'Bad man' which was simpler and also no where near as insulting.

BB-8 could see Poe and Kina talking to each other across the bay. Even to the droid’s sensors it was clear the two still had feelings for each other. If they could only get K-0 onboard they were sure they could fix whatever it was that had driven their two friends apart.

"Friend Poe cares for Friend Kina," BB-8 tried again. "So do I. I believe they were confused before but are not any longer."

K-0 dipped sideways. "Kina likes him, for what reason I cannot fucking imagine. But I will not let that bantha-shitter hurt her again."

Flashing a set of mocking indicators BB-8 said, "Did I not see you let Friend Poe pet you?"

"I did not," K-0 replied vehemently. "I was simply testing his response times to see if he was truly better."

BB-8 gave a trill but did not pursue the matter. They needed K-0 on their side if they were going to make this work. "Whatever your reason, I believe we both agree that our Friends are unhappy apart, yes?"

"Yes," came K-0’s grudging reply.

"And we have limited time in which to affect a reconciliation. After we return to base, we will lose this chance."

K-0 nodded. "You’re not wrong, even if you are ass-ugly."

BB-8 ignored the last comment. "I have an idea. But we’re going to need everyone’s help." As they laid out their plan, BB-8 could see that the smaller droid became more interested, even pointed out a couple of things they had not thought of. And when K-0 realized that their role was to wreak havoc, BB-8 began to worry about the pleased flicker of the droid’s lights.

Mission set, BB-8 went to find Rey first. She was in the cockpit with Chewbacca which was helpful as BB-8 could talk to them together.

"Friend Rey I have something to ask of you." Rey smiled at them and BB-8 twirled happily. Other than Poe, Rey was perhaps their favorite person.

"What do you need?"

BB-8 outlined their plan, carefully watching the human’s face. They had been programmed well to read most human emotions and could see confusion give way to interest and then amusement.

"Did you come up with this by yourself Beeb?"

BB-8 twirled. "K-0 helped, but it was my idea. Do you like it?"

Rey nodded. "I think it might work. Chewie, are you in?"

"I do not like deceit," the Wookie rumbled and BB-8 flashed their lights anxiously.

"You do not need to deceive, Friend Chewbacca. You can retire early and not be a part of the plan." Chewbacca nodded and BB-8 let out a relieved whistle. "Thank you. I must find Finn."

"Wait," Rey called and BB-8 turned back. "When is this starting?"

"K-0 has already begun the shutdown."

Rey laughed and BB-8 spun in place. "You were pretty certain we’d go along weren’t you?"

Tilting slightly, BB-8 flashed their light blue. "We were prepared to conduct this plan without you if necessary. But your help will make things much easier."

They found Finn in the cargo bay. Unfortunately, he was with Poe which was not optimal. BB-8 spun in place, computing possible outcomes. Just when they were considering causing an alarm of some kind they saw K-0 darting across the hangar. They could not hear what K-0 said but soon enough Finn was following the other droid and BB-8 ducked around the wall and waited until the door slid closed behind him.

"Friend Finn! Please wait I need to speak with you."

The man stopped and looked down at the two droids, eyebrows raised. "What do you two want? You looking for Poe?"

"Friend Finn we have a plan and need your cooperation."

"He’s right in here," Finn said, reaching for the door panel. BB-8 quickly moved between him and it, forcing the man to back away.

"He can’t understand you dumbass."

BB-8 flashed an angry red light at K-0 and then looked up at Finn. "My apologies Friend Finn, I forgot about your shortcoming. Please follow me." They rolled a few feet and looked back, waiting for Finn to follow. Obviously confused, the man did.

"Where is this parade heading?"

BB-8 skidded to a stop at the sound of her voice. Oh no, not Kina. Frantic, they started to say something but K-0 beat them to it.

"Kina help?"

Kina instantly focused on the small droid. "What do you need K-0?"

K-0 rocked back and forth with a slight wobble. "Problem. Kina help?" The droid was really a lot nicer to listen to in Basic.

The two left and BB-8 let out a small relieved beep before leading Finn to the cockpit and ensuring the door shut behind him.

"What’s this?’ Finn asked, looking at Rey. "What do you need?"

Rey smiled at him and then gestured at BB-8. "It’s not us, it’s all BB."

"Friend Rey please tell Friend Finn the plan. He does not understand me."

Rey grinned at them and relayed the information to Finn. BB-8 watched the man’s eyes go wide and then a huge grin spread across his face. "That is a great idea Beebs."

Pleased, BB-8 spun a little and then dipped their top unit. "Thank you for thinking so, it will take some help, are you able?"

"Of course I am," Finn tapped them gently. "I don’t know if I’d take a blaster bolt for you little buddy but I got your back."

"I would not ask you to do such a thing Friend Finn."

BB-8 rocked anxiously as the crew sat down to dinner. According to their sensors the temperature onboard had already dropped ten degrees. They could see Kina was absently rubbing her hands over her arms.

"I am retiring," stated Chewbacca abruptly, standing up so quickly that he nearly overturned the table. When he passed BB-8 he gave the droid a nod and BB-8 nodded back.

"Are you cold?" Poe asked Kina and BB-8 gave a low pleased whistle. They looked and saw  Rey give them a small thumbs up from where she was sitting with Finn.

"Yeah, a little," Kina replied, hands rubbing her arms. "It’s getting chilly in here."

"I noticed," Poe said, leaning over the back of the bench and coming back with a thick blanket and carefully wrapping it around Kina’s shoulders. She laid her hand on his and they stared at each other for long enough that BB-8 began to wonder if their plan was even necessary. That was until Poe said "I’ll go check on the environmental systems."

BB-8 followed Poe to the cockpit, settling nearby while Poe brought up the controls.

"Beebs can you check on the heating system for me?"

"Of course Friend Poe," BB-8 replied. The system looked exactly like it should - zero power.  For just a moment BB-8 appreciated the work that K-0 had done - re-routing various systems and processes until it was a maze of faults and issues. Even knowing what they were looking at, it still took BB-8 a few moments to map the havoc the droid had wreaked. "All power to the heating units have been suspended."

"What do you mean suspended?" Poe looked down at BB-8 and the droid felt a small stab of anxiety. They did not like deceiving Poe.

"I am searching the systems now." True. "It seems there has been a fault in the power conduits." Also true. "I am attempting to re-route." True but also… BB-8 was purposefully only trying things they knew wouldn’t work. "Friend Poe I believe this will require a full reset of the power conduits."

"A full reset?" Poe’s brows drew together in a look BB-8 knew to mean their Friend was thinking. "But that would take hours."

"I am afraid so Friend Poe."

Poe sighed, "Well, not like I was planning on doing anything else."

No! This was not the plan. BB-8 ran through several million computations quickly. "Friend Poe, I do not believe that would be safe for you. Without the environmental systems the heating on Friend Falcon will not be enough to maintain life."

Poe’s eyebrows rose and he lifted his hands to blow on them. "Are you saying we’re going to freeze to death?"

"I am rerouting power from the weapons systems, not all of it!" BB-8 corrected quickly when they saw Poe’s frown. "I can turn on some heating in the berths. Enough to sustain livable conditions."

"A cold night’s sleep and wake up to a warm ship again?" Poe sighed. "Not the worst plan I guess. Are you sure about this buddy?"

"I am sure."

"Thanks," Poe said, running a hand along BB-8’s sensor array and BB-8 felt the tingle of the electrical pulses through their system. As soon as Poe was out of sight BB-8 disengaged from the ship and followed at a distance.

Kina was alone in the commons when Poe returned and BB-8 was pleased to see that Rey and Finn had done their part of the plan.

"The others went to their bunks, said it had been a long day which… true." Kina said with a shrug, holding the blanket tight to her.

"Smart people," Poe snorted. "There’s a problem with the heating. Beebs is going to do a reboot of the system but it’s a lot of waiting around. In the meantime, he’s routing what he can to the bunks."

"Ah," Kina leaned her head back. "So it’s not just me?"

Poe tucked his hands into his armpits. "No, it’s really knifing cold in here."

Laughing, Kina stood and BB-8 quickly backed away and into the corridor that led to the cockpit. From here they could hear but not see the people.

"I can hear Chewbacca snoring," Kina whistled. "Calling dibs on not that bunk."

"You’re cruel," said Poe.

BB-8 heard the door to one of the berths open and then there was a beat of silence.

"Poe?"

"Yeah?"

"Looks like neither of us will be sleeping with Chewbacca."

"What do you mea-oh. Huh."

"They must not have been thinking. They must have just gone back to their same bunks - we slept together the last two nights."

"We did?"

"Not like that."

BB-8 heard Poe laugh and cautiously looked around the corner. Kina and Poe were standing looking at the empty triple bunks in the berth. The other sleeping compartment was the same - but with three people missing they had correctly deduced the other berth was full.

"You can have the top bunk," Poe said, gesturing Kina inside and BB-8 saw her smile at him before she entered. BB-8 watched until both disappeared. As soon as the door slid shut they whistled out to K-0 to turn the heat back on for the ship. There was no need to freeze out all of their friends. Just the two they were invested in.

Organic creatures craved contact with each other. And if those two were not going to engage in it naturally, BB-8 would assure that they were driven to it.

Chpt 27

#poe dameron #poe dameron x ofc #poe dameron / ofc #star wars sequels #star wars fanfiction

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 17

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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“Agent Darling,” Admiral Trench contacted her through a hologram. “I regret to report to you that our assets were taken by the Jedi. They had ambushed our shuttle and destroyed every one of our droids.”

Rhea could only nod, her hands guarded behind her. “No worries, admiral. I’ll handle it from here,” she replied in a calm tone. “I wish you luck on your battles on Ringo Vinda. May the odds be in your favour.”

“Thank you, agent,” Admiral Trench bowed as their transmission ended.

Those Jedi are so naïve, she laughed to herself, holding a lighter in her hand. It was just an ordinary lighter which she bought on Coruscant yesterday, but she treasured them by decorating it with assorted stickers.

This was her 43rd lighter that she owned currently. Since Rhea could smoke, she spent her allowance on cigarettes and lighter. Though she would throw the cigarette box after finishing all 20 sticks in 20 days, she was fond of the lighters.

The current one she was holding right now was painted in fuchsia, which matched her personality. It was originally silver, but Rhea attempted to make it more eye-catching, and her talent in arts and craft had paid off.

If she wasn’t an agent, she would sell crafted lighters to her customers instead. She could make some money out of her hobby once she retired from her service for the Galactic Empire.

Looking at the time on her heart-shaped clock, she straightened her posture and adjusted her hair, before reaching out to Lenora on Coruscant. “Hey Nora,” Rhea addressed her by her nickname. “How are you doing today? Did you miss me?”

“Well, kinda,” Lenora replied, in a cheerful voice. “My office feels quiet without you. It’s not the same eating all by myself, you know.”

“I wish I could join you, but duty calls, unfortunately,” she twirled her hair. “Anyway, how’s your progress with Senator Amidala? I heard from the Emperor that you’re getting there.”

“I’m doing great on my mission so far. From what I gathered, Senator Amidala left her office much earlier during the day and headed straight back home.”

“Okay, what was her excuse this time?”

“She had a headache, and she needed to rest,” Lenora spilled the tea. “Honestly, though, I don’t buy it. She used that excuse over three times.”

“Obviously she’s lying. For all I know, she could contact someone outside of Coruscant. Did you figure out who the caller was?”

Lenora shook her head. “Unfortunately, it was a cloaked transmission, so I wasn’t able to figure out, but it was definitely outside of Coruscant. Do you think it could be the Republic remnants’ army?”

“It’s possible,” Rhea agreed with her. “Most of her allies were on the other side, such as Anakin Skywalker and Senator Chuchi. She was extremely close with them throughout the war.”

“That’s true. It’s only a matter of time before this mysterious caller exposed themselves, along with Senator Amidala’s treachery to the Empire,” Lenora stated, before changing the topic. “So, what about you, Ri? What did the Emperor ask you to do this time?”

“It’s something related to Protocol Order 66,” she told him. “Apparently, a clone trooper killed his Jedi General mid-battle. Crazy, right?”

Lenora chuckled. “What an odd coincidence. I read about this protocol in Palpatine’s and the Young twins’ file.

“Well, tell me more about it. That could be useful in tracking down that clone.”

“Wait, did that clone get away or something? What happened? I thought you already captured him.”

“The Jedi got him, for now,” she flicked her lighter. “But I’ll have them, eventually. It’s only a matter of time before someone spotted them on another planet.”

Sitting on the co-pilot’s seat, Yara crossed her arms and glared at Fives as he sat beside her, with a wide smile on his face. “Sorry, Yara, but the captain seemed to favour me more than you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Yara cussed at her brother as she looked away from him. “At least I have a brain cell, unlike you.”

“Well, I’m not the one who’s constantly late to training every single day,” he pointed out her flaw, causing her to pat him on the shoulder.

“Fuck you!”

“Anyway, we’ll be jumping into hyperspace, so try not to fall,” he teased her, making her hold her tongue.

I wish I could kill him instantly; she sneered at herself as she rested her head on her seat. He’s such a pest sometimes.

As their shuttle made the jump, Yara breathed in relief as she closed her eyes and hugged herself, hoping she could wake up by the time they reached the Anaxes. After what happened with Tup, she could finally have a long rest for herself.

On the other hand, Fives was bored. He was tempted to poke Yara’s puffy cheeks and show his tongue at her, but it was too boring for him. “I should just check on Tup,” he groaned, as he got up from the captain’s seat and walked away from the cockpit.

Tup was deep asleep on his gurney, his arms and legs restrained from any movement he made. His pulse was slowing down and Fives could swear that his body felt warmer than usual. “Hang in here, vod,” he squeezed his hand. “You’ll be okay. I know you would. You can do this, Tup.”

He paced back and forth in the room, wondering if he would arrive at the base faster. He knows it’s a long journey back home, but he wanted time to fly faster. If only he could control time, just like the stories he heard from his friend Dipper.

Yesterday, Fives was playing a board game with Tup, Yara, Jesse, and Kix in their barracks, competing on who gets to be the richest. All five of them were buying properties with the game money and had to pay each other rent every time someone landed on an owned property

Yara was cursing non-stop at having to pay rent to her brothers, while Tup was just relaxing in his jail cell, hoarding all the game money. Ronopoly was the game that had caused many breakups between family, friends, and romantic couples, but Fives thought it did the opposite.

Sure, the five of them argued with each other about who was going to win, but as soon as Kix packed up the game, they were having dinner together at the mess hall, forgetting what had happened in their barrack. Tup was an expert in Ronopoly, and Fives was pleased that he won the game seven times in a row.

I hope he’s okay; he smiled at Tup as he headed back into the cockpit, only to find Yara asleep on his seat. Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously, she’s such an ass sometimes.

“Yara, get up,” Fives tapped on her cheeks. “You’re in my seat.”

His sister turned away and continued to sleep in her arms, leaving him to constrain his frustration. “I know you’re still awake. Get up, bitch.”

Without looking or saying a word to him, Yara showed the middle finger to him, her eyes still closed. Fives huffed as he was about to drag her by the leg, only to be kicked in the face. “Oh, you motherfucker-“

“Fuck you, Fives,” Yara jolted from her seat. “I slept here, so that makes it mine now.”

“Bitch, I was there before you.”

“Well, you neglected your duties as a captain, so now, I’m in charge.”

“Says who? Rex put me in charge, so technically, that makes me more competent with you.”

“Fuck you, bitch. You can’t make me move.”

Without hesitating, Fives picked up Yara with all his strength and put her back in the co-pilot’s seat, much to her protest. “Fuck you, Fives!” she yelled. “You’re not my brother anymore.”

“I’m honoured,” Fives bite back. “You were found in a garbage bin on Kamino.”

“Fuck your mother!”

“We were made in the test tube, you di’kut.”

“Then, fuck your test tube!”

“Fuck your test tube too, Yara,” Fives cursed at her, when he heard the radar beeping, much to his bewilderment. “Wait, are we back at the base already? That was fast.”

“I don’t know,” Yara shrugged, scratching her head. “I don’t remember the journey being this short.”

Realizing what was going on, both of them frantically jumped out of hyperspace, only to find themselves surrounded with fields of asteroids. “Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.”

#star wars #star wars ocs #star wars original characters #star wars fics #star wars fanfics #star wars fanfictions #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #arc trooper fives #arc trooper yara #clone troopers #clone trooper ocs #clone ocs #commander fox #riyo chuchi #commander tori #lenora doherty #clone trooper tup #palps is dead #star wars au #star wars alternate universe #count dooku #galactic empire

[heli0s-writes]

VI. In for Life*

Summary: The final installment of his enormous dumpster fire :’) Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes A/N:  NSFW! It has arrived along with a short epilogue at the end. Thanks everyone for all your love for these three bastards (and Buckeye, too!) 

Foot in Mouth Syndrome Masterpost

It’s hot.

It’s so damn hot and your back is slick with sweat.

Your eyes fly open to the stifling humidity of the dark room. A heavy hand is on your hip, lazily draped over and brushing against the soft skin of your tummy. A back is pressed against your chest, heavy breaths drawing in and out, slightly wheezing. Even atop of your feet, there is a weight.

Jesus (Steve), Mary (Bucky), and Joseph (Buckeye).

You are completely smothered by all of them. When any of you fell asleep—and when Buckeye found it appropriate to flop himself on top of it all is bewildering.

There’s not even a sheet or comforter on top anymore, both things piled on the floor like a lumpy mountain. Buckeye stirs the same time you do, opening his mouth in a squelching yawn and tipping his head back. You glare at him in the dark and uselessly wiggle your toes. “Get off!”

“Buck!” You hiss. He lolls his head sideways and flops his tongue out at you before nuzzling back down onto your ankles, setting his chin on what is probably Bucky. His butt wiggles around, trying to find a new comfortable position, legs kicking yours.

“Your fucking goblin nails! Ouch, Buck!”

Steve stirs with a moan, turning over and throwing his heavy arm over your shoulder, pressing his face into your chest with a contented sigh. It could be sexy, you think, but you’re sure that your boob-sweat is being inhaled right now straight into his lungs.

Bucky grumbles into your back, shuffling until he’s squeezing you too tightly between him and Steve.

“Are you guys awake?” You whisper, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

You release a long-suffering groan when all that responds is another one of Buckeye’s squealing yawns. You slowly pick up Steve’s arm to move it back, but it’s heavy as hell and he keeps grunting into your chest. Somnambulist pervert.

Bucky’s arm moves down, fingers slowly coming to rest on your hip and then slowly—oh hell.

“Dude.” You mutter. His fingers dig into your ass as his shoulders begin to shake behind you. This motherfucker had been awake this whole time, just watching you suffer in-between two human and one canine heater. You swat him away, but he shoves his face deeper into your neck until his breath begins to tickle. Your hands slap harder and faster, “Fuck! Stop! I’m gonna scream!”

“What time is it?” Bucky asks, pulling away with a pant, blowing his hair from his face.

“Way past when we were supposed to wake up. Steve is out, Buck.”

“Yeah he doesn’t really have a middle ground. He’s either awake or he’s dead.”

A silence passes before Bucky’s hand finds the waistband of your romper again.

“You wanna fuck?”

You slap him away with what a shriek might be if someone could do it with their mouth closed. He’s awfully bold and unfiltered now that you’ve shown him your hand and you think he’s probably not bluffing. Bucky laughs again behind you, pulling on the back of your outfit, tugging it a few times and letting it flap. You realize, with a little bit of fondness, that he’s trying to cool you off.

“C’mon.” He slips his legs out from under Buckeye, who whines in betrayal, but watches him with interest anyway. Bucky tugs you out of bed, moving Steve’s arm and pushing his face away from your chest. “Kid’s always been a tits guy.”

“Yeah. Yours are like a B-cup, huh?”

Bucky ignores you, “I like ass. You’re a pain in my ass sometimes… but I bet one of these days, I’ll be a pain in yours. Literally.”

You turn red as a beet, sputter a few times, and then just shut up for your own damn good.

“Just kidding.” Bucky continues, leading you out of the room, “It’ll be mostly pleasure. We’ll find a good balance, sweetheart.”

He traipses into the kitchen, entirely content to strut around as you close your eyes and count to a million because Bucky Barnes has just one-upped your comment so hard you have absolutely nothing else to fire back at him. You think you might swoon; you’re both proud and devastated.

It’s the middle of the night and Bucky is preparing to brew a pot of coffee. You tap him on the shoulder to suggest that it would be a bad idea, but he bites your pointer and snarls like a wild dog.

“God. Once you crack the surface, there’s so much of…this…” You gesture vaguely up and down, “Wha—wait a minute.” Your eyes narrow, “Did you just snarl at me? You don’t snarl at me; I snarl at you!”

He spends another few minutes repeating the same noise, just to get on your nerves because he knows there’s not much you can do but give him lip. Frankly, the tables have turned, and Bucky is giving you quite a run for your money when it comes to sass.

It’s kind of hot.

You watch the way his arm flexes when he reaches forward to turn the knob on the stove top. The other one rests loosely on his hip where the band of his sweatpants hang, string untied. His shirt is crumpled unevenly, one hem lower than the other as his metal fingers play with the edge absentmindedly. It’s a bit of a shock for you to realize that Bucky Barnes putting the kettle on is what gets you going.

You’ll take it, though.

You grab a glass of water and down it in three seconds flat before you do anything stupid, but when you turn around you catch him staring at your ass. So, you stare blatantly back at his tush, eyes comically wide.

“Those your bedroom eyes?” He asks, grinding the coffee beans and dumping them into the press. When the kettle begins to screech, he takes it off and fills up the carafe, tapping out five minutes on the microwave timer.

“Buck,” you call seriously, hopping up to sit on the counter, “It’s almost three—neither of us should be drinking coffee.”

“No.” He corrects, “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee. It doesn’t affect me. I just like the taste.”

“I’m gonna drink some if you drink some.”

“What are you, a lemming?”

“Yes. If you jump, I jump. If you sip the chocolate bean juice, I sip the chocolate bean juice.”

He laughs, and you do too, finding the sound of it more charming each time you hear it. God, he’s so stupidly handsome. You kick your foot out, poking his side with your toe until he shifts and slyly nestles himself in between your legs. “Stevie’s gonna get jealous.”

You seriously doubt there is any merit to that statement. If anything, you think, Steve is probably creeping around in the shadows with your dog, cheering Bucky on silently. He’s a motherfucker like that, orchestrating all of this like a horny puppeteer.

But no, really, he’s very sweet. They both are.

Leaning in, you tug Bucky forward by the collar of his shirt, wrapping your legs around his torso and pulling him in for a kiss. He smiles against your lips, and you’re half tempted to pull away just to get another look at it on his face; it’s something you’ll never get enough of.

His cold hand runs up the length of your spine while the other slips beneath the opening of your romper, tugging playfully on the fabric of your underwear. “You---mmmf—pervy old fuck.” He keeps on, slipping his tongue into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip when you try to pull away for air. He could smother you, and you’d let him. He’s acting like it’s his intention, anyway.

A part of you feels alleviated, as if the new intimacy has stripped everything else away. You move naturally with Bucky, running your hand through his hair, trailing your fingers over his shoulder and arm—something you were previously concerned about even bringing up. Another part of you is a bit more grounded, too.

The questions you have for them keep getting brushed off. Some things aren’t as easy as they make them seem. Certainly, this relationship won’t be?

“Don’t start this again.” Bucky murmurs, as if reading your thoughts.

“I can’t help it!” You whine. “I’ve never done this before! Nor will it ever happen again—the two of you aren’t exactly regular people, you know?”

“It better never happen again.” Bucky places both his hands on your waist, “Once you’re in, you’re in for life, kid.”

Your eyes widen when you look at him, jaw set firmly, eyes searing into yours. “We’re serious about you. So, what’s it gonna be?”

The timer beeps and he turns around to carefully push the plunger into the press, leaving you staring at the dark tresses of his head. Your heart beats in your chest like a collapsing drum, crashing down and falling apart at Bucky’s bare feet.

He pours two mugs and empties the rest into a thermos for later.

Behind the thin cover of the steam, you avert your eyes. “Y-yeah.” You mutter.

“Yeah?” Bucky takes a sip. You’re not made of super soldier, so you wait for the coffee to cool.

“Yeah. Yes.”

Bucky licks his lips and tilts his chin at you, smiling, “Drink your coffee, sweetheart. Let’s go fuck.”

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It’s … you can’t even. That’s what being with Bucky is like.

In the cool chamber of the guest room you’ve been sleeping in, he lays you down on the mattress and taps his fingers up and down your arms until your skin crawls with goosebumps. His touches are feather-light, deliberately gentle, teasing and tugging on every last one of your stretched nerves.

No, you would have never guessed upon meeting him that he could be capable of this kind of tenderness. He was joking when he said fuck, because you are certain no part of what he will do to you is as indelicate as that word. Fuck can be reserved for another time— but this, this feels remarkably close to love.

He’s stripped down and sitting up, letting you see him as he is under the soft lamplight glow. Bucky tucks his hair behind his left ear and waits for you.

“Yeah?” He asks quietly, timid smile forming on his lips.

You sit up too, face him, and pull the straps of your outfit down until it pools around your waist. Then you lift yourself up out of it and crawl into his lap, pressing your body flush onto his.

“Yeah.” You sigh, “Yes, Bucky.” And then you can’t help but laugh just a little as you bury your face into his neck. It’s silly. “God—who would have thought?” You ask, “Us? Right now?”

He grins too, kissing your shoulder, “Thought I was going to murder you that night.”

“Yeah. I would have been fine with it as long as you took care of my dog.”

He bites the same place he just kissed. “Don’t ever. Again. Never.” The finality of his statement shuts you right up with a quick yelp with his teeth clamped down on you.

“Okay, sorry.”

“Shit sucks, but now you got us.”

“Okay.”

He nips at your neck, hand rearranging your legs until they lock in behind him. He is warm and hard, your own hands travel over the plane of his chest and around to trace the muscles of his back.

The door squeaks open slightly. Both of you turn to see Steve entering with a lazy smile, flushed pink and shirtless.

“You sleep good?” Bucky asks before he returns to your collarbone, making a trail down to your sternum.

“Mhm. See you got started without me.”

“Sorry.” Bucky responds, not sounding like it at all, “Couldn’t get ya to wake up.”

He rocks his hips up, pushing against your underwear, and you let out what sounds like a balloon on its last squeak of deflation. Steve chuckles and finds a seat behind you, flattening his palm on your lower back, urging you forward.

You should probably be nervous, but for some reason you aren’t. Steve’s hand anchors you, holds you against Bucky carefully. The three of you balance on this tightrope wire, looking over the edge down into shadows.

But there’s a net there. And when you all fall together the love will catch you.

It’s all love.

Steve kisses your back and scoots forward until his chest is pressing into your spine. His other hand pulls your panties to the side and Bucky takes the opportunity to slowly press in.

You arch forward into him, your breasts to his mouth. They’re one and the same, guiding each other, murmuring in low tones and whispers. Slowly, as they move and touch and consume you, you become the same, too, until all three of you melt into the darkness.

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Morning arrives and pulls you awake in a jarring grip. Your back is sweaty again, completely drenched and slippery as you wiggle your way out from two naked bodies.

Steve stirs slightly, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Mm-uh. Stay.” He tries to convince you by pressing his torso to your side, rubbing himself against your thigh. “We can do it right here.”

Your face burns hot as Bucky groans on the other side.

“I gotta get up and do some work, Steve.” You run your hand through his hair, feeling the warmth of his scalp, “I’ll be back to wake you two. We gotta go to King’s Island today.”

He kisses the top of your head sweetly, but you have to get up or else the work will be so piled on you’ll never resurface from it.

You slip from them, leaving Steve’s grumbling behind.

 Furious clicking finds Bucky and Steve when they rise an hour later. You sit in the living room with your tablet balanced in your lap, the thermos from last night empty. They watch proudly as you flip through an enormous journal full of notes and then turn to another binder full of print-outs.

“Hey.” You say distractedly, “Pancakes and sausages’re in the oven keeping warm, I got three more exams and then we can get started.”

Buckeye is faithfully by your knee, tail tapping against the cushion at the two men in the hallway.

When they don’t move, you turn and look at them, “What’s up?”

Steve’s arms are crossed as he leans against Bucky. They share silly smiles because you’re crosslegged again and surrounded by paper and books and your fingers are moving even too fast for super soldiers to keep up with.

“Lookit her, Stevie.” Bucky grins, “Smart girl.”

You make another charming ppppffftptbbblblbppttt and roll your eyes. You know he means it but the compliment is so strange escaping his lips. It’s still new, his affection. Steve’s too, you suppose. Your cheeks flare anyway as they pad into the kitchen for breakfast.

You were sure to make precisely a bajillion blueberry pancakes this morning and a tray full of sausage links, saving just a few of each for yourself. Between reading a book and taking notes, cooking on a giant griddle and sticking sausages in an oven made the tasks relatively simple. You’ll also read and grade on the way to the park.

In the corner of your eye, Steve pokes at a fluffy stack with his fork. Bucky bites into a sausage and waggles his eyebrows. They both snort and start flicking each other off. You have to focus, but damn if they don’t make it hard to stay on track.

Spending the last two months in their presence has made little changes to your routine that you’re now thankful for. Before them, it was nothing but school and Buckeye. Hardly any time to cook or to enjoy yourself. There was nothing but monotony and the proclamation of your dog being the only tether to this world.

Your poor therapist, worrying her lip each time you came by in a rush between your classes, words tumbling so fast she had to make you stop and literally breathe each time.

 Now, there’s so much laughter. So much silliness.

Your cheeks continue to burn.

There is so much love.

 Steve plants a syrupy kiss to your lips. Bucky presses a berry onto your tongue soon afterwards.

The tablet is pulled away, books too. Even Buckeye is picked up and placed onto another chair. Your disagreeing voice is smothered by two mouths, taking turns overwhelming yours.

“I gotta--”

“Nope,” Bucky hushes.

“Not right now.” Steve confirms.  “Gonna do you on the couch.”

“It’s a nice couch,” Bucky states plainly, “Real nice. Soft leather.”

“Your parents’ couch.” Steve adds.

Bucky laughs in your ear, pressing your chest down until your back hits the soft cushion, “That’s direct action, baby.”

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“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no-ohnonononono…” And then finally, “FUCK NO!”

The shriek flings itself back behind your shoulder as the rollercoaster drops down and takes your stomach right out of your throat along with your words.

Bucky is cackling madly to your left, Steve on the other side of him whooping. He’s yelling something that is making Bucky laugh harder, but you can’t hear it for the whips of wind tearing through your ears.

“Technically!” You yell, “King’s Island is an expansion of Coney— but no one really remembers—- Ah FUCK!”

The loop slams your head into the cushioned rest, and you bite down on your cheek. You’re going to vomit. You scream again when the next drop throws your stomach up into your diaphragm.

As the ride slows, you blink the tears away and sniffle.

“Aw, baby. It wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s the wind you jerk! I’m not actually crying!”

“Are you gonna throw up?” Steve wonders, thinking on the memory of the Cyclone.

“No! Don’t get your hopes up, Rogers. You’re the only one here who’s a bitch.”

Bucky laughs and tugs you against his side. The three of you trek onward to the next destination, caps pulled low on your heads so that neither of them are recognized. Luckily, it’s overcast again so Bucky wearing a long sleeve isn’t so strange.

The only strange thing is that three of you are full grown adults at the park without any children. Either way, there are occasional stares.

A frozen banana is shared and devoured in three bites from three different mouths. Five more rides are taken and when you take them into the line for Flight of Fear, Steve peers around curiously at the very X-Files décor. Real Roswell, you share, pretending to be that guy from the History Channel, Aliens!

At the loading station, Steve bristles and you’re not sure why until you see the cryotube props. Bucky pats him on the shoulder, “Don’t get offended for my sake.” He climbs into the seat behind you and Steve and plays with your hair when the shuttle clatters forward into the dark.

“I didn’t realize.” You whisper in Steve’s ear.

“I can hear you.” Bucky replies.

 When the rain hits as you’re buying your second frozen banana, Steve is ready to go home. He’s not spending another day sopping wet on an outdoor excursion. The white of his shirt turns peach like his skin.

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You take them to a bar, instead, even though you promised that you were just showing them the scenic route before heading home. In the car, Bucky grew suspicious when you began to drive in the opposite direction, but you distracted Steve with more threats of Skyline, and he was quick to reel Bucky to his side.

It’s still somewhat early, only around eight or so, and the bar is barely half-full, mostly couples who are at the end of their day-drinking and want to relax with video games.

“Knock yourself out. All arcade games are free.” You grin happily, “This place is awesome. And the drinks are--” You kiss your fingertips and blow it into the air, “Be back in a sec.”

They watch you prance over to the bar and wait in line, bouncing on your feet. Steve shrugs and begins to wander while Bucky lingers by the table, eyes fixed on you. When you arrive at the bar, you smile cheerily at the bartender and show him your ID.

You’re much nicer to strangers than you are to… Bucky scoffs inwardly, superheroes, apparently. The more Bucky watches, the bigger his smile grows. You’re leaned forward, listening intently as the guy points to each item on the menu. It’s cute how your nose scrunches up at something you don’t like, or the way you nod enthusiastically when something catches your fancy.

Then, suddenly, Bucky begins to grow apprehensive because why are you spending so long at the bar? And why are you leaning forward so far and smiling so much? You have never smiled for that prolonged of a time at anything other than your dog.

You catch his eye a few seconds later and wink at his scowl. Upon returning with three drinks in your hands and a wrapper of something in your mouth, he understands now.

“That dude gave me free drinks and a popsy.”

You slide one glass to him and keep the others. Then, you tear open the plain package and reveal a bomb pop—red white and blue. “Popsicle!” Then you stick it in your mouth and swirl the ice around until it turns a muted purple, staining your tongue.

Distractedly, you look around for Steve who is standing at a pinball machine, tapping furiously on the paddles.

Bucky sends you a withering look.

“Don’t be a wet blanket. I got the drink for you. It only cost me five minutes and a smile.” Then you dunk the popsicle in his cocktail and give him a cold kiss on the cheek. He shakes his head, glares back at the bar where the guy is looking over and stands up so that he’s blocking the view to your back.

 Next to Steve, Bucky tattles.

“Oh, be quiet!” You cry, hand coming up to cover his face, “Mom and Daaaaad!” You whine nasally, “Can I go out to plaaaaaay?”

“You were flirting for a free drink!” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Excuse me, there are three?” You steal the popsicle back and crunch through it.

Steve huffs, crosses his arms, and lets his pinball fall straight in-between the immobile paddles. The machine warbles sadly before honking out game over sirens. Lights flash around the rectangle of its frame.

“Well—” Steve pauses, “Well, good for you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You smile. Two girls to your side giggle at the conversation and you turn and curtsy to them. “Jonathan with the eyes is a sucker, ladies.”

Bucky grumbles and throws his drink down, snaps the wooden stick in half with his teeth. Everyone has fucking eyes, he thinks.

 An hour later and all arcade games exhausted, Bucky drives home in silence, fuming. He’s still not over the fact that you saddled up next to some guy, but he just has to get over it. It’s really not a big deal. Steve winks at you from the front seat, catching your eye in the mirror.

-

“Funny movie?” You ask, kicking your feet onto the top of the coffee table, remote in hand and clicking mindlessly.

“Rom-com.” Steve requests, pointing to a title above two generic white actors giving each other enamored glances. Lame.

“Zombies.” Bucky deadpans.

They both turn to look at each other, shaking their heads in disappointment at what’s been thrown out. You sigh, trying to find something that fits all three.

“Tucker and Dale, it is.”

-

When another college kid gets impaled, Steve pauses the movie.

He is not a fan. “I don’t get it!” He keeps saying, “Just call the cops!”

You throw your head back, “It’s bumfuck nowhere!”

He picks the next one.

-

“I hate this.” You stab the red button on the remote and shut off another mistletoe kiss. How does he even find Christmas Lifetime movies in the middle of the summer?

Bucky snatches it from the couch and clicks the screen back on.

“Zombies.” He proclaims again.

“It’s just not logical!” Steve cries, “They’re dead!” His voice rises until you think it could crack the chandelier in the living room, “What—why would they even be eating anything? They’re dead!”

“Zombies!” Bucky shouts.

“No!” You scream in reply, stomping your foot. In the background, Steve continues his rant—something about Banner finding a cure, something else about the sun, another thing about regardless of how the world is terribly messed up, God will not blight the Earth with zombies, of all creatures.

“Zom-bies.” Bucky hisses, glaring at you, as if you are the point of origin for his ire.

Buckeye hops off the couch and plods over under the coffee table. He snorts and shuffles around and scratches the rug before lying down and staring at the three of you like you all share one single braincell.

When Bucky hollers ZOMBIES for the final time, you lock eyes with your dog, who whines pathetically and turns away, as if he is embarrassed by the humans.

-

Cillian Murphy is twenty-something and gorgeous. You are obviously drooling over those enormous blue eyes and pouty, swollen lips, even if he is wind-chafed and underweight, running around in a flapping hospital gown.

Steve gets an idea when you lick your lips distractedly, reaching over the back of Bucky’s neck to twist a lock of your hair in his finger. Bucky shrugs him off, but he continues. 28 Days Later or not, Steve’s on a mission; fuck the zombies.

Obviously, you have a type.

But if he voices it, Bucky might go slash Jonathan’s tires and find Cillian Murphy somewhere in Ireland and do the same thing to him, too. New love, Steve muses, such a delicate thing.

He gets up and sits on your other side, pulling until you are resting on his chest. “Is it scary?” He asks.

“Ooooh, so scary,” you squeal, and then suddenly jump when one of the undead shrieks and tears down the road, “Fuck! These are runners!?”

“Eat him.” Bucky goads, “Eat him, goddamn it.”

Steve pulls your chin away from pointing at the screen and kisses you slowly, tugging you back each time you continue to turn, fixed on the scene. “Mmm, baby.” He sighs, “C’mere.”

“Dude, Steve, I— he’s mmmhm.. okay, wait…would you—- mm!” His tongue slides into your mouth as one hand grips your head. Okay, this fucker knows what he’s doing. “Buck,” you gasp, “fill me in on the deets because—”

“Because you have a crush on this guy, too?” Bucky glares, crossing his arms. You pull away from Steve and weave each attempt he makes at devouring your face.

“Are you serious?” You ask, “You are sipping hella dumbass juice right now.”

“Jealous juice.” Steve corrects, and you smirk at him because the two of you combined are a lethal dose of one-hundred-percent pure bastard straight into the bloodstream. Leaning over, still strapped in on Steve, you clasp your hand over Bucky’s jaw, pinching his cheeks together with a glare.

“You said in for life, you brat.” You mutter, “I’m in a relationship—not dead. Not ungrateful or unfaithful, either. Handle the fact that I’m a person, or get out.”

His eyes widen the same time Steve’s does because you’ve never been this serious with them before. Your tone is grave and your stare is fiery. In the middle of four-hundred solid pounds of serum-injected mass, you are a stark contrast, but somehow holding all the cards.

Something prods your inner thigh and you narrow your eyes, turning to Steve. “Really, Stevie? This is what does it for you?”

He only grins back, licking the corner of his mouth, “Can you blame me? Guess I’ve got a type too. Bossy. Mouthy.”

Bucky groans and smacks the back of his head into the cushion. “I guess I do too. Fuck.”

It’s as close to an apology as you’ll get, and you love that stupid, stubborn boy so you’ll take it. Steve smiles at him and then at you before pulling you closer by your hip bones, letting the heat of him burn past the layers of your clothes.

Bucky is content to watch, waiting for your permission.

Linking your fingers through his, you place both entwined hands on his thigh and kiss Steve, letting your tongue touch his in a slow, teasing lick. He chuckles into your mouth, grips the back of your head in a blistering passion and pushes his chest into yours until it feels like he’s crushing your rib cage. If this is how you die, flattened between two searing-hot (literally and otherwise) men who—Christ, love you for whatever reason—it’d be a death you look forward to.

Steve pulls away suddenly, eyes twinkling with some secret knowledge.

“What?”

“You called me Stevie.”

“Did I?”

Bucky grins, “Ooooh, Stevie…” he doesn’t know how to squeal so he says it in a low, husky tone instead and you swear Steve moans a little before he breaks out into a wide smile, so bright you have to squint. Jesus, Captain America should be on T.V.--- wait, he already is. You are so completely lost in that look he’s got on, like you’ve presented him with a puppy or something that you hardly notice Bucky to your side, humming a low throaty tune.

“So…” he sings, gesturing to the space where you have leaned away from Steve and then down to the tent in Steve’s jeans, “You guys fuckin’ or what?”

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The end of summer break nears and you’re ready for two years of writing your dissertation before you can fuck off out of the program with a diploma and a J-O-B. It’s both exciting and terrifying at the same time, but if you’re good at anything, it’s putting on a front. This semester you are working as a TA for one of your favorite professors and juggling an off-campus job at the local coffee shop.

Three more days left until the start of the semester and you’ve already met early with your professor and created your email list.

Buckeye is well, drooling all over the place, flopping down and staring out the window. Same as ever. Manhattan assholes still glare at him when you walk him down the street but it sure helps when Steve or Bucky are by your side and glare right back.

It’s cute.

Two boyfriends.

Who the heckin’ would have thought that the night your life flashed before your eyes twice (unnamed goon and Bucky Barnes’ fist nearly in your face) that you’d come out of it with two semi-retired Avengers attached to your hip?

Three days left and you’ve convinced them to jet off on a tiny mini-cation. You wrestled the wheel from Bucky and drove an hour east from the DFW airport with Steve singing along to Sad n’ Sexy Santa while Bucky kicks his seat repeatedly. It makes your heart swell because damn, how’d you get so lucky?

The interstate reaches cropped green plains as the metroplex skyscrapers sink further away into the horizon behind you. From the backseat, Bucky sits up, leaning on Steve’s chair as he stares out the front windshield at a cartoonish yellow sign.

“What… is… it?”

You smirk. “It’s why we’re here. That, and brisket.”

“It’s a gas station?” Steve is confused, too. You’ve been tight-lipped about the entire thing. But his eyes widen before fearfully glancing back and forth across the colossal parking lot and the stretch of what looks like fifty gas-pumps. “Or is it an airport…?”

You lead them in and it’s like their whole world has turned upside down. Steve and Bucky stare at the expanse of seemingly never-ending aisles. People rush about, enormous bags of popcorn under their arms. Chips, candy, kolaches, bear claws, stuffed animals, clothing, Texas-shaped cutting boards, and blinged out purses. There is even an aisle dedicated to pebbles. What does it mean?

“It’s a Buc-ees.” You state, waving your hand in a wide circle, palm flat. “Whatdya think, Bucky?”

The pun is not lost on him and he grumbles.

“You dragged me all the way out here for this?”

“And brisket.”

“There’s brisket in Manhattan, baby.” Steve suggests, but you whip around and hiss at him, “Don’t you dare. Heathen. Ain’t no beef like Texas beef. Grade A, one-hundred-percent beef.” Then you pause and with an exaggerated raise of your eyebrow, pinch his bottom. “And you too, I guess.”

Steve yelps with a slight jump, turning redder than Buc-ee Beaver’s cap as the eyes of strangers find him.

Your Bucky doesn’t notice, only staring on mesmerized by the bustle of foot traffic and the smells of jerky, candy, and the fresh, burning scent of Pine-Sol cleaner. Ahhhh… a perfect combination.

“What is this.” Bucky mutters, “It looks like hell.”

With a clap on his arm and a proud puffing of your chest, you pick up a nearby orange shirt with the slogan You can go to hell. I’m going to Texas.

“Welcome to Texas, baby. Everything’s bigger.” With a perverted leering at his groin, you wink. "You’ll fit right in.”

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[yuna-dan]

Comfort Drink

It’s been ages since I’ve written something for this fandom but I was super thrilled when I got this comission, it’s also my very fist comission!!! 

It got longer than the stablished “1550″ words, so I hope you don’t mind?

Thank @thealphabetmurders​ for this comission! And I hope you like it as much as I enjoy writting this.

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Warning: Mention of violence. Swearing. Kinda Katara bashing but not on purpose, she’s doing her best.

Summary: Five Times Zuko went to a coffeeshop and didn't drink anything and one time he did."What are you doing here?” He asked, only to rethink his words, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, spirits, it’s been…” “Five years.” Zuko ended the sentence for him

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1. 

“Sorry we’re closed.” Sokka said, without even looking at the person, closing the door with his keys. He wanted nothing more than to take a shower, get the coffee beans out of his apron and stayed up all night watching Netflix.

The man hasn’t moved, so Sokka guessed it was either a junkie, a jerk or someone homeless. He gasped in surprised when he turned around only to see him there.

Zuko was staring at him, his mismatched eyes seeing everything but his face, “Hi.”

Sokka cleaned his throat, “What are you doing here?” He asked, only to rethink his words, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, spirits, it’s been…”

“Five years.” Zuko ended the sentence for him.

Sokka felt as if the air on his lungs was airbended out of them, five years since they graduated highschool, five years since he had seen the possible love of his life Zuko, and now they were here, outside his shitty job wearing a grey suit and his hair now was long.

He had so many things to say, but in the end he just said.

“Neat.”

Zuko chuckled and look away. For a moment he thought he was making a fool of himself, but then again, this was Zuko, his highschool sweetheart.

“It was nice seeing you again, Sokka.” He finally said, and bowed, the motherfucker had the audacity to bowed when they’ve known what their mouths taste like.

Then he left, leaving Sokka was once again with a lot of questions on the tip of his tongue.

Later, much later when he was texting Katara he brought it up.

What do you mean you see him?

Even on text he could read how mad his sister was, he texted with only one hand as he brushed his teeth with the other.

I was closing the coffeshop and he bumped into me, I think it was just coincidence.

He snorted when he saw his little sister’s response

It better be

Sokka hoped it wasn’t, but then again, life didn’t work like he wanted to.

2.

It wasn’t coincidence, or at least twice in the same month would be a very slim coincidence, but here was, the ex-heir of Ozai’s fortune standing in the line, wearing his peasant clothes.

He wanted to ask, what are you doing here? But it came out as a “Welcome to the White Lotus, what can I get for you, Zuko?

Zuko was nervous, at first glance it wasn’t obvious, but Sokka knew this guy, he noticed small things like the way his marred cheek was twitching or the way his left hand was doing small circles.

“It’s good I get here before you close…” Sokka smiled, because goddammit, Zuko was terrible at small talks but he was trying.

“Well, more coffee shops close after 10 p.m.” He replied, leaning against the counter. He was very glad today wasn’t so busy, “but tell me Jerkbender, what can I get for you?”

“A jasmine tea.”

And of course, Sokka already knew this, Zuko continuously expressed his hatred toward tea but Uncle Iroh had rubbed into him. Whenever Zuko was sad or missing home, his comfort drink was jasmine tea.

The nonbender bit his tongue, are you okay? he wanted to say, but it came out as a “Coming right out you, Zuko.”

Sokka entertain himself making the tea, and when he called Zuko’s name, nobody came.

It wasn’t the first time Zuko left unfinished something, and this time, it didn’t hurt that much.

He drank the tea, and the moist on his eyes was due to the steam, and nothing else.

That night he crashed into Toph and Suki apartment, because he missed his friends, not because he felt lonely. He decided on not telling the rest of the gaang he’s seen Zuko, but for some reason he guessed Toph already knew.

3.

The next time it happened, Sokka wasn’t even there.

It was Katara who told him what happened, with her smug face as if she was proud on what she did. Aang kept eyeing him, ready to break the possible fight.

So, according to his sister in went like this:

Zuko was sitting on a table, alone minding his own business when Katara went, and scared the shit out of him, “You have to order something for you to sit here.”

Aang later told Sokka that Zuko’s face was for a second of happiness, and then it turned out into a mixture of pout and sadness, “Katara, it’s good seeing you here.”

Katara narrated how she screamed at him, “I don’t want to see your pathetic face here, why you don’t run with your father?”

That’s when Sokka interrupted his sister, “You told him what?”

“To go back with his father.”

Which was low, because yes, what Zuko did in highschool was rude but that was a low blow, “You told the guy who’s dad burned his face, who spent a long time waiting for his approval and practically ruined his life to do what?”

Katara did look ashamed for a split second, but retorted anyways, “He abandoned you without an explanation.”

And of course Sokka knew, he was the one who spent almost three months laying on his bed wondering why he wasn’t enough for Zuko, why his boyfriend left him without even breaking up. “And? That’s my fight, Katara, not yours!”

She frowned, “He is not even here and no we’re fighting because of him.”

Sokka hit the table with his palms, out of frustration more than anger, “No Katara, we’re fighting because you shouldn’t fight my battles that took place over five years ago, because no matter how angry or mad you are, you never attack a person on battle wounds.”

He left in the middle of his shift and went directly to his apartment. He logically knew that Katara meant well, but it was all over the situation where she took a role that wasn’t hers.

It wasn’t until he came out of a hot steaming shower and grabbed his phone that he realized some things. He owned Yue a shift, since she covered his after he stormed out fuming.

And that he had three missed calls from Toph.

Without even thinking he dialed her number, hoping it was just her dramatic ways and not something important. For some reason he didn’t understand, it was always Toph the one who break bad news to him, so his reasons to be nervous were on point.

He heard three beeps on the other side of the line before the earthbender picked up her phone, and without missing a beat she said, “I was the one who told Zuko where you work, he needs to tell you something.”

So, her dramatic ways, apparently.

It took him a moment to understand what was happening, “What?”

He heard how Toph coughed on the other side, he guessed either Aang or Suki was with her forcing her to come out clean, “Yeah, I-Huh,” she cleaned her throat, “We’ve been talking for a couple of months, and he said he wanted to tell you what really happened five years ago, so I told him to man up and to do it.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you’re both assholes who have been suffering for five years?”

“No, I mean…” He laid on his bed, the wet towel still on his hair, “Why are you still talking to him?”

“He’s still my friend, and y’know, us rich disinherit kids stick with each other.” Sokka knew that for Toph, it still hurt how much their parents overprotection lingered on her, so he understood. Not in a direct way, of course not, but in a I was there when everything happened and I’m your friend way

“Oh.”

“Yeah, he’s still an idiot when it comes to communication though.”

“Yeah, he is.”

4.

Sokka definitely didn’t went to Zuko’s Instagram and Facebook, he was smarter than that.

Except he was smart, but he was still a man who loved gossip, so putting aside his mental health he purposely went to Zuko’s pages. He found four main important things.

A. Uncle Iroh was still around, and god did Sokka’s heart relaxed at that. That man was pure gold. Iroh posted a photo of himself and Zuko a month ago. They were both smiling, Iroh broadly as always and Zuko with a shy but genuine smile. Behind them there was a small house. B. There were photos (two of them) of a small child and a woman who looked like Azula, but older. C. He was still in contact with Mai and Ty Lee, which wasn’t relevant to be honest. D. He didn’t seem to have any relationship, and for some reason his heart did a small flip at that.

He was lost on his thoughts when he noticed his gloomy ex sitting on the sidewalk in front of the shop. Katara would say that what he did next was without thinking, but they were mad at each other right now, so her opinion didn’t count.

So he flipped the “Open/Close” sign and went to sit next to him.

“Gathering courage?” He asked as he sat down, grabbing his phone to pretend he was busy.

He heard the firebender laughing, “Kinda. You see, five years ago I made a mistake and I’ve been trying to talk to him, but apparently I’m still as socially awkward as I was five years ago…”

“You hair got longer.”

Zuko snorted, “I’m sorry, for real.”

Sokka wanted to say something but it got lost when he decided to kiss Zuko right there.

5.

Sokka decided that Zuko wasn’t ready to tell him everything, just the my mom wasn’t really death and when she came back Ozai tried to kill her, so we had to run away was enough for Sokka to stop and rethink everything. Even Katara, was ashamed when Zuko told them (again, not all the story).

Zuko was sitting on a small couch inside the coffeeshop, once again without ordering something, “You need to order something in order to sit here.” Sokka said, as a joke when his shift was over.

“Ozai died last year.” Zuko said instead and that took Sokka by surprise.

“That’s rough, buddy.” He found himself saying, and for some reason it was okay.

+1

Zuko was sitting on a chair near the counter, reading an essay on economics for his class. Sokka dropped a soft kiss on his hair, “Zuko I have a question for you.”

“Mmm?”

“You never order a thing, why?”

Zuko look up and stared into his eyes, “I don’t like giving you orders.”

Sokka burst into laughter, and decided to buy his boyfriend a jasmine tea, after all it was Zuko’s comfort drink.

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Thank you so much for reading, yes I finished writing and editing this at 3:30 am, so points for effort, i guess? I won’t tag anyone but Roz cuz this is not my main fandom (for now) so I won’t spam y’all.

Thanks again for comissioning me!

#yuna's fic #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #atla fic #zukka #sokka x zuko #aang #zuko #katara #sokka #toph #yue #idk how to tag in this fandom y'all

[bangcrizpychan]

Blood Is Not Always Thicker Than Water

☆Pairing: Mafia underboss!S.Coups x Reader

☆Genre: heart-sickening angst, mafia!au, pregnant!Reader au

☆Requested:Yes

☆Word count: 2.2k

⚠WARNINGS: suggestive themes, blood, violence, drug usage, death, swear words, and A MASSIVE EXPLOSION OF ANGST FROM ANGSTVILLE, *read at your own risk*

☆Summary: You were the city Mayor’s daughter, he was a Mafia underboss, a relationship that never should’ve started in the first place. Will you be able to go against all odds?

☞Note: since the request didn’t really specify whether the fic is going to be an angst or fluff, I went full blown ANGST. THIS IS 100% ANGST (╥_╥), so grab a tissue and have an angsty reading♡

You fixed your skin-tight dress and dark red lipstick then looked at your boyfriend, Seungcheol, who smirked at you and eyed you hungrily. You seductively walked towards him, every step making your heart pound with excitement. You have been dating for a year now, but the thrill of having a mafia underboss as a lover when you’re supposed to be an angel to your father’s eyes, who was the city Mayor, still exhilarates you.

You straddled Seungcheol’s lap and attacked his neck, he sighed at your touch and let his hands roam your figure. You grazed your teeth against his soft spot and it earned you a beautiful moan coming from him, oh how you loved the noises he make and you knew that you were the only one that can weaken him like this. You started to unbutton his shirt when a sharp knock interrupted your session.

Seungcheol let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his temples, “come in,” Jeonghan, a capo, went inside and gave a letter to Seungcheol. “It’s a VIP invitation to Congressman Han Seongsu’s 50th birthday,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “Why do I need to go to that old scum’s birthday?” “He is one of our loyal customer, and there will be a transaction on that day to send more of our package to Jeju.” You almost felt bad for Jeonghan, Seungcheol seems to be mean towards him like every time.

“And your it was your father’s orders to you send there,” you rubbed circles on your boyfriend’s chest to soothe him. Seungcheol’s father is the current Mafia boss and Seungcheol is his successor since he’s an only child. “Also, you need a date before going there.” Jeonghan added and shot you a look, He ‘tsked’ and sent Jeonghan away with his hand, who left without saying another word. He took a deep breath and looked at you, a smirk back on his lips.

“So, where were we?” you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “we were starting this part,” you smashed your lips against his and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. His chest rumbled with laughter, “you seem so eager baby, don’t worry, we’ll get there.”

Your tongues played together as you discarded each other’s clothing, ending the night with passion and pleasure filling the air.

—–

You let out a shaky breath when you saw the pregnancy test; two visible lines that seemed to taunt you. You were pregnant, “No, i-it can’t be,” you were sure that you were on pill, so why was this happening?!

When you finished crying in the bathroom, you decided to call your best friend, Seungkwan, to ask for guidance. He agreed to meet you at his apartment so you got ready and headed there as quickly as you could.

When you arrived at his place, you completely broke down in his arms, he whispered comforting things and your ears and soothed your back.

“y/n, what happened?” he asked and handed you a glass of water, you took a sip and explained yourself, “I-I don’t know Seungkwan, we were careful!” you sobbed, Seungkwan knew you had a boyfriend, but he didn’t know what kind of person Seungcheol is. What would he do to you if he finds out?!

“You have to tell your boyfriend, y/n, and your family,” “I know, but I-I’m just scared.” that was a lie, you were completely terrified, you were allegedly a good girl in your family’s eyes, to them, you finished University without any boys bothering you. But most of all, you were terrified of Seungcheol, he loved you, you knew that, but you’ve seen what he was capable of. He had ended someone’s life in front of you before, what if the next person that will stand at the end of his gun is you?

Seungkwan babied you the whole time you were at his place, you watched your favorite shows together and ate a lot of sweets. Your phone beeped in the middle of the show and your blood ran cold when you saw the text.

“come home. Now,” it was from your brother, Joshua. You bid Seungkwan goodbye and went home anxiously. When you arrived at your place, you saw your brother, who was still in his uniform, and your mother sitting in the living room. “What’s going on y/n? Why did your brother drag me here and called for a ‘family meeting’” your mother asked, twirling his diamond ring, almost looking bored.

“I want to know what’s going on as well,” your brother reached out from his pocket and pulled out a plastic, “care to explain what the fuck this is, y/n?!” you flinched at your brother’s voice. He handed the plastic to your mother who then screamed when she pulled out what was inside. Your maids rushed to the living room to see what the commotion was but you stood there still, staring at the pregnancy test that was dropped on the floor.

“How could this happen, y/n??!” your mother cried, the maids brought her tea to calm her nerves but she refused and continued to sob. “what the fuck were you doing in my room?!” you demanded to your brother, tears streaming down your face.

“You think I wouldn’t notice you looking sick and barely eating anything?! You think I wouldn’t see the signs?!” he yelled at you, “Who the fuck is the asshole?!” No, he couldn’t know, he should never know. “Oppa! Please don’t, don’t tell Dad, I beg you” you dropped to your knees and begged your brother. Your mother was stopped sobbing for a second, and thought about rushing to your side but she was too weak to do so.

“Just tell me his fucking name, I can charge him with rape and I’ll cuff that motherfucker myself,” you chanted a series of nos and I’m sorrys. If you weren’t that terrified before, you are now. Your brother is a police officer and if he knew that the father of your unborn child was a mafia underboss, he would definitely kill him.

In the middle of the chaos, you decided to run away, you heard your mother call out your name but you didn’t care, you got into your car and drove as fast as you can. You called Seungcheol and he decided to meet you at the Hangang Bridge.

He lit up your cigarette that was hanging in your lips a little too long. “What happened, sweetheart?” “I got into a fight with my brother,” you sucked some smoke in and slowly blew it out. “Do you want me to take him out?” Seungcheol suggested, which you would’ve laughed at if you didn’t know he was serious, but you knew he could definitely kill your brother. You just scoffed and let the silence took over you.

“Do you love me, Seungcheol?” you asked out of the blue, Seungcheol disposed of his cigarette and took yours off from your mouth. “Of course I do baby, I love you so much,” “Well, what do you think about babies?”

He chuckled and smoked the rest of your cigar, “I mean babies are adorable, but they’re so fucking annoying to look after.” you lowered your head and muttered a single ’oh’. “why? Do you want to make little Seungcheol or little y/n to pester us?” he laughed and cupped your face.

“Because I’m definitely down with the baby-making process,” he said and crashed his lips to yours, you tasted the minty flavor of the cigar and the scene alone made you feel hot. Maybe you could tell him after tomorrow’s event.

—-

You turned a lot of heads when you entered the congressman’s manor, you were wearing a silver long gown that barely covered your breasts, and Seungcheol loved the fact that he can show off your beautiful body and let them know that you were his.

“y/n??” you stopped your conversation with the congressman’s wife and whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Your eyes widened when you saw your father together with your mother. “M-Mom, Dad? What are you doing here?” “What the hell are you doing here?! You ran away from home and now you’re attending a party?!” your father scolded.

“Guys? What’s going on?” Joshua appeared behind them and then looked at you, “y/n? What are you doing here?” he quickly shooed your parents away to talk to you. As you and your brother started to talk, Seungcheol suddenly appeared at your side.

“Hey baby, who’s this?” You couldn’t believe it, it was the most unfortunate coincidence you’ve ever experienced, your brother had to meet your lover like this. “I’m her brother and you are?” “I’m her boyfriend, it’s nice to meet you bro,” Seungcheol reached his hand out to offer a handshake but your brother only stared at him.

“I know you from somewhere,” your brother’s eyes widened with realization. He pulled you from Seungcheol’s grasp and dragged you across the room. You struggled to remove yourself from him, yelling at him to let you go.

“What the fuck, y/n?! You’re fucking dating a mafia?!” your eyes widened with fear, this cannot be happening right now. “Is he the father of your fucking child?!” he grabbed a fistful of his hair and pressed his earpiece, “I need backup right now, I caught sight of a mafia at Congressman Han’s mansion. I need backup. Now!!”

You ran off as he was yelling orders and went to find Seungcheol. You found him conversing with Congressman Han, “Seungcheol! You need to leave! Now!” you yelled and tugged at his arm, he excused himself and turned to you, “What’s going on, y/n?” “My brother, he knew you were gonna have a transaction here. He recognized you and called for backup-”

“Wait, your brother is a fucking police officer?! What the actual fuck y/n?!” he cut you off but you dragged him behind with you. “There’s no time to explain, we need to go, you’re not safe here!” you heard the police sirens and both of you made a run for it. His goons took out their guns and chaos erupted inside the mansion. A couple of officers tailed you but Seungcheol’s goons came and fought them off. However you were both caught in a crossfire and barely managed to reach the abandoned warehouse near the manor.

You helped Seungcheol drag himself to the warehouse, he got hit in so many places just to cover for you. You fell down next to the sacks and groaned in pain, blood seeped through your once silver gown but you ignored your pain and focused on Seungcheol’s wounds.

“Baby, don’t close your eyes, please. Help is on its way, I managed to contact Jeonghan before we got to this warehouse, you just have to stay with me,” you cried and applied pressure to some of his wounds.

Seungcheol coughed up blood and reached up to hold your face, “w-when you were talking a-about babies yesterday, w-were you s-saying that you were pregnant?” you cried and held his hand that was cupping your face. “Yes, I was baby. You’re going to be a Dad, so stay with us. Okay?”

“I’m g-going to be a Dad? I don’t k-know if I’m going to b-be a good one though,” he chuckled. “You are going to be the best Dad in the world, baby.” you cried and let out a small smile.

You didn’t want any of these to happen. You never wanted to be a sister of a policeman and Seungcheol never wished to be an heir to a Mafia boss. All you ever wanted was to be a normal couple that was going to be a family soon.

Seungcheol coughed and grunted in pain, he looked at you straight in the eyes, “I love you y/n, so fucking much. More than my fucking life.” “I love you too, more than anything in this world.” You cried, and pressed your lips against his.

Seungcheol nodded and smiled, then his hand went limp. Silence, aside from the sirens you hear at the distance, it was all just silence. You screamed at the top of your lungs and embraced your lover, you held him like you were holding onto life, he can’t be gone. He can’t leave you behind.

You started to feel pain so you looked down and saw a lot of blood seeping out of you. It turned out that you were hit by more than one bullet and you felt yourself cough up your own blood. Seungcheol was not going to leave you, you were going with him.

You rubbed your belly and sobbed, “I’m sorry, my baby, you didn’t even get the chance to see this world, I didn’t even get the chance to see you.” you groaned in pain as you lied down next to the corpse of your once lover.

You stared at the ceiling of the warehouse, smiling widely and scooting closer to Seungcheol. You felt your eyelids go heavy and you couldn’t hear nor feel anything, anymore. You mentally scoffed, you never thought you were going to die at a horrible place like this; but you were glad of your imminent death, because at least you died in the arms of your one true love.

☞Note: I may or may not have imagined the request too deep and created this chaotic monstrosity. Sorry, I was just feeling too angsty (╥﹏╥)

#seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #kpop angst #kpop imagines #seungcheol #choi seungchol #seungcheol x reader #s.coups #s.coups angst #s.coups x reader #seungcheol angst #seungcheol imagines #s.coups imagines #mafia au #mafia s.coups #bangcrizpychan

[nevermore-ocs]

Infuriating (Oni x Spades)

Author’s note: WHEWWWWWWWWW ONE OF MY LONGEST SINGLE PART FICS IN A LONG ASS TIME, I AM BACK MY GIRLS, MY GUYS, MY THEYS- 10.2K words, featuring my OC, Oni, and my awesome, awesome friend’s, @flowerthornsart, OC, Spades-THIS FIC IS VERY NSFW, NSFT, AND ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SWEET SO PREPARE YOUR HEARTS AND ENJOY-

"You know you don't have to keep trying to call him, right?"  The voice of one of Spades' runners cut through the thick tension in her office. Being abruptly torn out of her thoughts, she felt the weight of her phone return in her hand. She was going at this for longer than she realized. It was supposed to be just one phone call to see if he would even bother to talk to her, but she had felt like he took one look at his phone and saw her name and refused to pick it up. "Boss, Oni is a bastard, okay? You were obviously in the right during that whole argument-" Spades' eyes snapped onto the runner, silencing him almost immediately. "I'd watch your words if I were you." Her voice was low and drenched with a thick layer of venom. "And if you clearly couldn't tell, I'm busy, so get out." She pointed at the door, "Now." The moment the word left her lips, the runner turned and practically ran out due to the growing fear. Spades being angry was something that only a few people could handle. Right now, she was trying to call the number one person who barely even flinched when the demon was fuming. Taking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth, she pressed the same number on speed dial and raised the phone to her ear again.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And to voicemail once again. There wasn't even a message. There was just that beep, and she was sure the phone picked up her disappointed sigh, but after getting that out of the way, she cleared her throat and tried to sound like her usual self to her best abilities. "Hi Oni, it's me again. I was um, wondering if you were gonna pick up or not, or if you got my other messages or anything just, call me back whenever you can, okay?" She tried to ignore the tear that cascaded down her cheek. "Please, Sora. I'm sorry for what I said. Please." She couldn't believe that came out of her mouth, how sensitive she was, that she was crying even. However, that little grain of hopefulness disappeared when he didn't pick up or answer after that message, so she hung up and set her phone back down on the desktop, face down. Sniffling, she reached up with a coat sleeve and wiped any tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes, it was so difficult to not just start sobbing. Sure, she was used to the occasional, playful ignoring from him, the kind that gets Spades' to smack the back of Oni's head to get his attention all over again, like he was a big dog that needed to go through intense obedient school. Three times in a row if that was possible. But it was never...this. Just silence from Oni. Oni, the man whose mouth was as massive as his skyscraper, towering ego, every time where she shouted at the man to shut him up, was rushing back in her head and she was regretting it every time she spat those two words at him. She was aware that they bickered and shouted at each other until they both were sore in their throats. But, the latest argument replayed in her head at full volume and high-definition, she screamed at him, said things that she shouldn't have and as she saw Oni's half-covered face, the image of the restrained hurt in his eyes burned in her mind and stayed there, like a punishment for what she said. She sat there, in quiet stillness, her breath was quivering behind her palm pressed against her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight. The argument played in her head. She remembered all of it.

"I can't believe you were that stupid!" Pacing back in forth in front of her car, Oni leaned against the side of the hood, unbothered by her usual lashing of his work. "Stupid?? Hey, I did what the fuck you pay me for, Yotsume, that motherfucker was gonna shoot you!" Oni raising his voice equaled her raising hers in return, and she stomped right up to him and practically shoved against his chest, she was livid. "You don't know that!" She rebutted, "He was going for his fuckin' gun! Are you dumb?!" He stood up and stomped closer to her, he wasn't gonna back down from her, he's never done that before no matter how pissed she was at him, however, it was a little unnerving that him standing up for himself only pissed her off even more. She wanted him to see that he was the only one in the wrong the entire time. Growling with a raised and flicking tail behind her, she spat at him again, "You were overconfident, cocky, loud-mouthed and you thought you could do everything!! You didn't read the situation right, you didn't think about the consequences of your actions, like fucking usual with you, No-Face!!" She groaned out loudly, and the next words, she was so angry, her head clouded with rage and she just wasn't thinking clearly at all. The words built up and slung out quicker than she thought, and now, intended. "I should have never hired you in the first place!! You loud, obnoxious, infuriating, waste of a hitman and lousy, washed up Yakuza!!" As her yelling came to an end, it was so tense. Silent despite distant sirens, her panting, and the soft creaking of metal due to the runners at the opposing car standing up and away from the vehicle to stare at them both with shock. Oni was stunned, he stood there, unmoving, his eyes were wide and how his hands twitched at his sides, he was trying to hold back a lot. "You know what?" There was a soft waver to his voice before it got quickly replaced with growing, burning anger. He stepped up to her, his palm pushing her away from him, "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little gun-running gang, you hear me?! I don't fucking need this! I'm going home!" Oni's tattoos were glowed and pulsed a vibrant, blazing red. The red vapor steadily poured out of the gaps in between the mask and the resin fangs of it. His ruby orbs bore holes into hers and practically into her soul. "Why, so you can go off and cry?! Run away from what's your fault?! Oh, what a shocker!" As if the wound wasn't torn open enough, Spades poured another mound of salt into it and let it fester. "And I won't have to listen to your fuckin' whinin' and complainin', you mega-bitch!!" The red-vapor seeped out of his mask at an alarming rate, it overtook him and swirled around him in a vortex, tornado-like manner, and when the dense vapor dissipated, he was gone without a single trance.

It's been three days ever since that encounter after that mission had gone bad, and Spades, couldn't contact him at all. Every time she called him, it was directed to his voicemail either right away or he just let it rung, and there was even the occurrence of Spades and one of her runners driving by his apartment to only be let down with the fact that he wasn't there every time they showed up. He was beyond mad, beyond angry, and thinking about that whole fight in between them, who could blame him? The things that she said, she was regretting every word that came out of her mouth, she pleaded to herself, wanting to take back every syllable that ran out of her mouth with no abandon. She was actually...sorry, she seldom this sensitive with anyone, let alone someone she hired but Oni, he was different. As much as he annoyed her to no end, she always found herself safe around him, smiling, laughing, them messing around with one another, whether it'd be flicking their ears, pulling tails, stepping on coats, or zinging each other enough to fill books with the bevy nicknames they had for each other. He made her happy, and she told him that she wished that she never hired him. "Sora..." His name whispered past her lips without her knowledge but hearing that name ring through her head, she wasn't going to sit there anymore, wallowing in her sadness and regret. Fixing the lapel to her coat, she stood up from her desk in her office and hurried out of it with a plan in mind. Go to Oni's apartment and see him again, if he wasn't there, then she'd wait for him and call him until either one of their phones died. "Boss-whoa, hey where are you going?" Spades, barely glancing at the runner who tried to get her attention, she stepped past him, barely managing to get a look over her shoulder at them, "I'm going to Oni's place, don't follow me, I don't need back-up, I just...I need to talk to him, okay?" She wasn't going to cry in front of them, she was never, ever going to do that but at that moment of telling them her plans and how the images of hers and Oni's fight flooded into her head at an alarming rate, it was damn tempting to. Fishing through her coat pocket when she went outside to the garage, she pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the driver's side door of the car, and slid herself in, closing and locking the door behind her when she settled herself into the seat. Sliding the key into the ignition, she hesitated for a moment about what could happen. Would he attack her? Did he mean the things that he said back? Did he...never want to see her again? Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, she willed the tears back that threatened to spill out and shook her head. No. She was going to make things better. She had to.

As for Oni, he buried deep in his apartment, in his little world. "Hah!!" He let out a grunt when his bandaged hand connected with the roughly ripped punching bag and after that punch, he swiftly followed up with a knee to the side. "There is a thing as over-training, Sora." His Deity's sentient voice infiltrated his mind, something that he was used to but right now, he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "And you think I give a shit?" Panting, he managed to shoot that back before turning on his heel and he roundhouse kicked the bag with a powerful amount of force, the bag swinging around on its steel chain in a messy circle after the contact. "I can tell you're doing this to ignore what's going on. Three days," The Deity's red vapor entered through every crevice of his training room, however, Oni didn't even bother to look up as the Deity manifested into his huge, towering, demonic form. He placed a clawed hand on the punching bag, halting it in place. "Isn't that enough?" He questioned, only to get a scoff from Oni, "Bold of you to fucking think she even wants to talk to me," the Deity's stance against the punching bag barely moved at Oni's hostility. He's been with the assassin for years that he's grown accustomed to it and not to mention, he should have expected it, this fight in between him and Spades was an extremely touchy and sensitive one where both of them were facing the repercussions of the whole situation, Oni was mad and seeing the several upon several messages that Spades was leaving on his phone, voicemail or text message alike, he could tell that Spades was sad about everything and what she said. "She's been trying to. You've been ignoring her, Sora, she's been leaving messages for you the entire time." Letting himself disappear and traveling in a dense, vapory form, he slid out through the opening at the bottom of the door and went back into Oni's room. He scooped up his phone and went back to the training room where Oni, albeit impatiently, was waiting for the Deity's return and when he came through the door, the Deity formed himself back into his demonic form and tossed Oni his phone with one hand. Catching it in mid-air, he read the words on the front of it. 10 texts unread, 15 calls missed, and 5 voicemails. "W-What?" Oni almost didn't believe his Deity at what he said prior but seeing the evidence on his phone, staring him straight in the face. It was starting to loom over him, that growing dread of what's happened. "They, heh, they're not that serious come on," Oni glanced at the Deity, watching how his expression softened and his eyes cascaded downwards onto the floor for a moment before finally locking eyes with Oni again. "Listen to them." His voice, despite ordering him in a way, was tender, softer, parenting honestly. After hearing him like that, he knew he had to, plus, a big part in his heart was screaming at him to do this. Spades' never called him or messaged him or anything to get his attention this much, it was like she was desperate to talk to him again. To be fair, the separation was awful for him too, did it get that bad for Spades? Pressing the phone against his ear, he started from the first voicemail and went on:

"Umbra, pick up your phone and stop being a brat, come here, I have a job for you."

"Okay, hahaha, you're not gonna talk to me? How far do you have your foot up your ass, Oni?? Just answer the phone already."

"Oni? Hey, it's been two days now, can we talk, please? I think we need to."

Oni listened, and the increasing amount of desperation that filled her voice was creeping into his heart and shattering it more and more as time passed. When the last one hit his ears, that's when it broke into a million little pieces deep into his chest cavity. How she pleaded like that to hear from him, he could easily tell that she was crying, and then, how she said his name. His real name. He messed up, bad. It dawned on him, quickly, how sad she sounded, and how she denied any tears to come out during that last message. They should have talked, he shouldn't have just kept her out like that like an unwanted animal or something like that. It was just that first day he was so mad and he told himself to ignore anything that came from Spades, he wasn't going to talk to her. He opened up the text messages this time, the constant pleading, the spamming, the hopefulness only to be extinguished by Oni willingly blocking out everything that came from her. "I need to get to her." Standing up, he reached over to his bedside table and slipped his mask onto its usual place on the lower half of his face. "Do you think she's there?" The Deity followed after Oni in his mind, the assassin picked up his coat from the edge of the couch and he hurriedly went up to the door without putting it on yet since he didn't want to waste any time. "She has to be," he placed a hand on the doorknob to his front door, squeezing it, "I hope she is." He turned the silver handle and flung the door open at a fast speed, only to be greeted by Spades standing at the entrance with her hand lifted in a knocking position, literally a second later to the door, she would have knocked. Her eyes wide, so were Oni's, and the opposing colored orbs landed and locked onto one another, "Yotsume?" He questioned and with a soft, somewhat sad chuckle, he smiled thinly at her. "Hey, guess what, I'm alive!" He joked a little, wanting her to smile at him, or just be annoyed at him, anything else other than as sad as she was. God, he could feel it resonate from her, the feeling of it stabbed through his gut multiple times without any resistance or mercy, and to be fair, he deserved all of it. "You're mad-whoa!!" Spades threw herself into Oni's arms and clenched onto him so tight he could feel his lungs being practically crushed. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of Spades quietly sobbing against his chest, her fingers were clenching at the back of his tank-top and gripping the fabric. She didn't plan on letting go at any time soon. Using his tattooed hand to close the door, he hugged her back, not as tight as she was hugging him, however, it was as close as hers. His head leaned down and nestled against hers, and his hands planted themselves right on her form and felt her. It was such a relieving sensation to feel her so close to him again, how her body filled out his palms so perfectly, he missed this, he missed her. Stepping back and feeling the side of the couch against the back of his legs, he maneuvered himself to sit down and he expected her to just sit down next to him, only to be surprised when she rewrapped her arms around his form and placed herself onto his lap firmly. Her body was shivering, twitching with every hard and much-needed sob that wracked through her body, tears were staining both his tank-top and her coat.

"Hey..." Oni started, his voice barely above a whisper, and there was nothing but sweetness evident in his voice. Gently nudging his head against hers so that she'd look into his eyes, even just a little bit, he started to whisper to her softly. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, I promise..." he began. He saw how Spades opened her mouth, possibly to go against those words, but, he gently cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, and he let it rest there. His thumb grazed the top of her cheek, gliding over the grey-tinted skin, and feeling how it was wet there due to her tears. "I won't lie, I was so pissed off about what you said. But, I'm not anymore, I promise, Spades, I could never stay that mad at you." He leaned forward, and let his forehead press against hers, "I mean it."  Hearing Spades let out all of those much-needed cries stabbed him in the heart directly. He shouldn't have ignored her. They should have talked this stupid argument out, that way, neither one of them would have been in as much pain as they were. He reached up with his free hand and both of his hands held her cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away all the tears he touched, "You don't have to cry anymore, Safaia," he whispered, and when he saw those bright, blue orbs again, all four of them, he smiled gently. "There you go, beautiful, it's okay..." he relaxed his hands from her face, and he let them rest on her shoulders, then down to her arms, rubbing and massaging them softly, feeling how tense she was but was relieved to feel her take in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, "Are you okay?" That question might have an obvious answer to some, but he wanted to know above all else if she was okay or not, she's never cried like this before in front of him. Managing a slight nod, Spades sniffled once more, and she gazed up at Oni's face, only to be surprised and left in a slight marvel at the man's uncovered face, she had grown completely used to seeing that mask on the bottom half of his face and his hood up and obscuring the rest of it that seeing him exposed like this, it was surprising, and when she felt her heart starting to pick up, it was much-desired too. She didn't respond to the question right away, but she managed to nod at him, her breathing was softer than before and wasn't hitching as much either. Her eyes, however, couldn't be torn away from his face, taking in how true and tender his orbs were, and the matching softness to his tone made her heart not only more relieved but it made her heart jump too. She felt growing hotness beginning to rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat was loud and ringing throughout her ears, she gulped to herself, then spoke up again.

"Sora?" She breathed out his real name, her hands finding their way up to his tank-top, and she wrapped her hands around the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. "Yeah? Spades, are you-" his words were cut off when she swiftly tugged him down to her level and she slammed her lips against his in a deep kiss. She felt her whole body tingle, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt so relieving. He pulled her in close to his body, the two panting against each other's mouths, "Kiss me again," she rasped out, and Oni did just that. He closed the gap between the two, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense. She couldn't help the muffled gasp that came from her due to his hands groping her backside and he took two tender handfuls and squeezed, and maneuvered her onto his lap. Realizing where her hands were, she slid them down the front of his body, feeling every bump and groove of his toned torso underneath the fabric of his top, she hooked her digits around the hem of it, and she slid up and over his head, discarding the article of clothing over the edge of the couch. She placed her hands right back onto his broad chest, her fingers digging into his chest ever so slightly as a response to his hands squeezing and rubbing her backside. It was mostly because he just couldn't help himself, her body was perfect to him, his groping and touching were getting the better of him, and it showed when he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her backside in a firm smack. Suppressing a squeal due to their lips locked against one another in a passionate, hungry, and hot kiss, Spades pulled back, blinked, and glanced down at Oni's hand on her backside, then she looked back at him with a raised brow. "Did you just...spank me?" Oni let out a breathy pant and nodded with a smirk that danced its way and planted itself onto his lips, "Yeah, I did, is that okay, Safaia?" He gave a little tilt of his head, and she rolled her eyes at the sight of him, she rested her forehead against his and even nuzzled him too, "Warn me next time!" She moved one of her hands up and snagged the top of one of his ears and pulled playfully, "Ah-hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I will!" He laughed, his digits rubbing over the dusted pink area of where his ear was pulled, and he gazed back at Spades to see that mischievous glint in her eyes, she matched it even more with how her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and at him. Leaning in, he chuckled, "You're lucky you're so cute~" He purred, drawing giggles from her and when he got close enough, he captured her lips again in another kiss. His hands, fumbling just a little due to eagerness to see her nude, reached up towards the belt around her waist, and after one or two tries, he unbuckled it. He grabbed her coat's lapel and started to slide the dark fabric off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin.  He couldn't contain himself, leaning in, he peppered the side of her neck with an onslaught of kisses, and he drove them down to her shoulder, letting a smile slip onto his lips that pressed against her shivering body. She rested her hands on the sides of his firm body, and she let them travel downward to his belt, her digits grazing against the tent in his pants, drawing a muffled, low groan from his chest. "Tease," He mumbled against her skin. Spades pecked the tip of his nose, giggling, "Were you expecting something else?~"

Her palms groped and massaged his covered cock, she felt him twitching at her touches. He longed for this to happen, the number of times, albeit more than he would like to admit, he pictured this happening practically drove a part of him crazy. He almost didn't believe that it was happening, how her hands were roaming all over his lap, feeling him, wrapping her fingers around his tent and gently squeezing, stroking. Spades wasn't in that much of a different boat, the delectable sight of Oni's hooded eyes, his head arching back, and how he bit down on his bottom lip as if he was restricting any noises to emit from him besides the occasional quiet, low, rumble of a groan. "Fuck~" Spades breathily whispered to herself, her hands wrapping around the black leather belt secured around his waist. She unbuckled the metal clasp and slid the belt out from the belt loops and much like the other clothes, other than her coat that laid carefully on the edge of the couch, his belt was discarded to the side to worry about later.  Dragging his zipper down, she pulled the front of his pants and boxers down and watched his hard cock spring up, and stood erect at attention. She let out a surprised, quiet squeak to herself at the sight of his hard length, twitching, and gently leaking pre. "You're a lot bigger than I imagined, Sora," those words left her mouth without even thinking, however, Oni picked them up right away. He laughed and playfully poked her forehead to get her attention, "Hey," retracting back to glare at him, she narrowed her multiple eyes at him. "Ah-what?!" He raised an eyebrow and grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "Bigger than you imagined?~" He repeated back to her in a flirtatious tone, and it made Spades roll her eyes with a growing blush overtaking her cheeks. "Oh, shut up! I bet you've imagined stuff too!" Spades hated how right he was about that, but she smirked when she saw how his face shifted to a deep crimson since he was caught in the same way as her, even his eyes drifted over to the right. "That's what I thought~" She teased. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length, he sucked in a quiet breath at the direct contact instead of through his clothes. She rested her body against his, her hand stroking and pumping his length, and she had her head nestled into the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled back, accompanied by him laying his head against one of the couch's pillows, "Fuck~" The curse breathed out in a mutter that sent shivers through her body, and to make it worse, or better honestly, for him, she peppered the side of his neck with little pecks and kisses and even small nips. She moved her hand upwards and rubbed her thumb against the head of his cock, feeling his pre dribble out and get onto her digit.

"Wait, wait," Oni mumbled through the breathy moans that ran out of his mouth, and the moment she heard that, Spades halted her movements, and retracted her hand back, worry growing in her. "Huh? What's wrong, Sora?" She placed both of her palms lightly against his chest while he sat up fully, his own hands gliding up her thighs, lingering against any exposed skin, then he grabbed her hips tenderly, and led her down to a laying position and he even made sure that her head was laying on one of the couch's pillows. "Nothin's wrong, trust me, Safaia, I just..." She studied his ruby-red orbs, it was like they were shimmering, his gaze was clouded with lust, an unsatiated hunger and she was the main course he was going to dive into. How right she was about that. "I fuckin' wanna taste your pussy~" Then he spoke, and the arousal dripped from his voice practically, and what he said practically shot through her body like an arrow. It made her multiple eyes widen and her jaw drop, it felt like her face was on fire. "G-Geez could you be any cruder about it?!" Despite her snapping back like that, her thighs pressed against one another's at the sheer thought of Oni's head in between her legs, the feel of his tongue burying deep inside of her, tasting her. He leaned up and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against her forehead. "You love it," he purred, finishing it with a wink. "Oh shut up," she giggled, her hands moving up and her fingers threaded through his jet black hair, "And kiss me properly while you're up here still~" She winked right back at him, and with shared grins, he closed the gap in between them and his lips locked onto hers in a heated exchange, this time, his tongue wasted no time in roaming into her open mouth. Her fingers gripped at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a little to match it. That resulted in a deep, muffled groan to be pulled far from his chest, and she swallowed it through the kisses. His hands went up to the waistline of her pants, fumbling for a few moments, but, he unbuttoned the buttons, unzipped the zipper, and pulled the slacks off of her. How quickly and feverishly he did those actions, the arousal radiated off of him like heat, and combined with the gleam in his unnatural eyes, she could read him like a book. She could tell he dreamt of this and wanted it dearly. She was no different, she won't lie, she's envisioned doing this with him more times than she'd like to admit out loud to him. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it.  His hands moved, his digits wrapped around the edges of the hem of her shirt and he carefully pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the side. Now, the girl of his dreams laid below him in just a bra and a pair of panties. He took in the sight, how beautiful she looked with her bosom heaving gently in tune with her panting, her grey-tinted skin that he just wanted to trace every inch over with his fingers and leave kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She stunned him, how enamored and in love with him was something he never expected in his entire life. 

Sure, he's had flings before, the life of an assassin can get lonely and companionship was nice, even if it was just for a night, and whoever he was with would find him gone the next morning, that used to be a regular thing. That all changed when Spades hired him. Every time he pulled her tail, every little flick on her forehead, or even a tug on one of her pointed ears, he did it all the time to her, and what was so different about Spades was that she just didn't sit there and take it. She would step on the back of his coat and almost make him fall flat on his back, she'd always have a rebuttal to every nickname he called her, if he snapped at her, she'd snap back. He acted like that annoying tree branch that would continuously tap against one of the glass panes of a bedroom window when the wind blew hard enough. However, she never got rid of him. Their arguing never got so bad that a weapon was pulled on the other. He was pretty positive there must have been one time where he was just so, under her skin, he was like a tick just draining her of blood and sickening her. But they never did. Not even that night before the three grueling days, she screamed at him and he roared back, but still, no claws or teeth were used. Had he honestly fallen in love with her sooner than he expected? "Sora?" Spades' voice, laced with tenderness, dragged him out of his deep thinking. He had to put himself back into his body, his hands sat firmly on the sides of her body. Blinking enough times to put a movie projector's lens to shame, he finally spoke up, and for once, he was at a loss for words. "Shit, sorry, Spades...just, your body..." Spades' eyes softened, her arms unknowingly moved upwards and crossed over her chest when a wave of self-consciousness washed over her due to Oni's misplaced words. "Ah...I can put something back on, Sora, I know this isn't the most...attractive body to have," the moment those words escaped her lips, his eyes record-breakingly snapped back to her under him. He didn't say anything at first, that usually meant he was planning in his head, and planning he did. Reaching over towards the coffee table, he hooked his fingers around the black, dense chain of his necklace and the three magatama beads that dangled from it. She watched him with a raised and confused brow. "You're gonna put on your necklace before we do anything? Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes but was a little surprised at his head shake.

"Nah, I'm not, but you gotta promise me something."

"....what?" She queried.

"Don't get mad."

Faster than she perceived at first, he took a hold of one of the comma-shaped beads, gripping it, and with a shimmer of bright red in his eyes, the bed glowed and built upwards into a knife, a karambit to be exact, it matched the shape. "What are you do-hey!" She watched him move forward with the knife in tow, the blade slid under the center part of her bra and he sliced upwards, splitting the brassiere in half and releasing Spades' breasts. "Ah-Sora! C'mon, I just bought that one! What the Hell are y-anh!~" Her anger-filled retorts melted into moans at the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs pressed against her nipples and rubbed over them in a slow, circular motion to prep them, and when they were fully erect, his thumb and index finger caught her left nipple and he pinched it softly, he even tugged on it a couple of times. "S-Sora~" She shakily breathed out, hearing his name come from her lips like that was a drug to him that he was all too quickly getting addicted to. He leaned in, she could feel his breath right against her ear again, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low, husky. "Ya think I give a fuck that you're a bigger girl? I don't." Releasing her breasts, his hands traveled downwards and took a hold of her panties, he would have torn them off if he was driven any further, but he had just cut up her bra so, that'd be for another time. He just pulled down her underwear off of her completely and let them fall to the ground. "I think it's hot, you're fuckin' sexy. Trust me, when we had to do that job for that big, ugly, motherfucker who was eyeing you like his tenth meal that day, I wanted to kill him right there." As he spoke, he moved downwards, placing kisses where he wanted. He cascaded down her neck, to her chest, he spent a little longer on her breasts by leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, it made her gasp out and throw her head back against the pillow she rested on, and openly moan out. "But, holy fuck, ya looked so goddamn amazing in that dress ya wore that day, and ya want me to be honest? For once?" He chuckled, a little breathlessly, but he lifted himself and stared straight-forward into her eyes. "I wanted to rip that little dress off of ya and fuck you right then and there," he growled, he legitimately growled which was a sound she's never heard him let out before and it made her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened too. "S-Sora I had no idea-" her words paused when he moved down to her stomach. "Ya get me fuckin' harder than a rock, as ya can tell, of course." He joked, she shuddered a bit at the feel of his breath so close to his target area, how he was taking his time, being so meticulous and thorough was both amazing and a huge tease, but what he did next both surprised her and honestly, almost made her cry since she was so touched. He planted kisses on her stretch marks, he made sure to take his time, his lips would linger on certain ones before moving on. He did the same to the ones on her thighs and it made her breath hitch pleasurably with how close his mouth was to her slit. He glanced at there first, then his gaze flickered back upwards at her face and the flushed, needy expression painted on her features. "Ya drive me so fuckin' crazy, every time you're a little tease to me, I just want to..." He grasped at her thighs and his fingers dug into her, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. When he had a firm, full hold on her, he pulled her downwards more, she could feel her breath against her wetness, "Lock the door where we are and take ya~" When that growl left his lips, he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against her pussy and he dragged it upwards in a slow lick, causing Spades' hands to shoot down to his head and her fingers threaded through his black treads and she gripped them, pulling his hair slightly too. "S-Sora, fuck, then do it~ Take me~ You're not just gonna, hah, be all talk and not do it, are you?~" Spades challenged, despite being quite breathless and flushed, a smirk played on her lips, and she was sure that he saw it. "Now you're askin' for it~" He warned with a chuckle, his ruby eyes glinting with a determined shine. He leaned in, his tongue pressed deep inside of her, it swirled around inside of her, he could taste her juices steadily leaking onto his tongue, she tasted so sweet, delectable, he grew addicted to it. He took a look up at Spades, her head was laid back and her back was arched off of the couch, he felt her thighs tighten around his head, not only squeezing him but effectively trapping him until she deemed it fit. She moaned out, her fingers tugged at his hair, not enough to tear out of his scalp, but enough for him to notice. His tongue slid up and down her slit, his hand trailed up and he gingerly placed his fingers on her folds and he spread her open, he slinked his tongue back out of her orifice and he pushed it upwards, meeting her clit and when he heard that little gasp come out of her, he grinned. "There it is~" She could barely breathe out a rebuttal due to Oni's lips wrapping around her swollen clit, and he suckled on it tenderly, his tongue flicking and running over the nub, "Fuck-!~ Sora, fuck, that's so much~ I-It's not like you're n-never gonna do this again!~ Fuck!~" She writhed pleasurably underneath him, her hands launched towards the sheets underneath her, she took fistfuls of the fabric and gripped them so hard, it felt like she was going to tear holes in them. Honestly, how come it didn't surprise her at all that Oni was going to be amazing with his mouth?

"Fuck me~" those two little words, albeit she sounded much more beg-y than she wished at first, brushed out of her mouth in a breathless, needy pant. Oni's eyes widened somewhat, thinking over what she said was what he heard, especially for the fact that she was begging for him, or at least that's how he perceived it. "What was that, Safaia?~" If she didn't love him as much as she did, there were just somedays she wanted to smack that grin of his off of his face, and this was most certainly one of those times. "You heard me, Umbra!" She shot back, and with a shrug, he propped himself onto his elbow and rested his chin on an upturned palm. "I don't know, did I?~" He questioned with a tilt of his head, his voice had a sickeningly sweet, sing-song tone to it, yeah, Spades wasn't having that. She propped herself up on her elbows at first, then moved up into a sitting position and pushing her hands forward, she grabbed the straps of his tank-top all over again and pulled him up to her level, her eyes had a deep, unsatiated desire burning in her eyes, all four of them, and he could feel it. She inhaled, the breath leaving her had a bit of a shake to it, and then she spoke. "I want you, Sora, fuck, I need you~" She sounded desperate, she honestly believed he would revel in it but the growing shocked and red-faced expression that painted across his face proved otherwise. "I need you to...to..." she was lost on her words, her eyes even darted somewhat left and right as if she was physically looking for her words. It took her a moment or two, but when she found it, her entire face adorned a bright blue hue, "I need you to make love to me~" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded sappy as all Hell, "T-That was too much wasn't-mmh!~" Her words were silenced by Oni hurriedly leaning forward and slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss all over again. Those words, hit him harder than she expected. His hands, with a newfound urgency in them, feverishly shot up to the back of her knees, and he hoisted her legs up, faster than she was prepared for. "Ah-! Careful, no-face, at least give me a warning!" She scolded, though the sapphire-blue blush painted across her cheeks gave away the fact that she wasn't angry with him, it made him chuckle. He let her legs relax, resting on his shoulders, he shimmied himself up closer in between her thighs and he rested his cock on her soaking wet slit, "Where's the fun in givin' you a warning? Plus, I like hearin' you squeak like that~" Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, his hand drifted down his body, his digits hooked around the base of his cock, and he dragged the head of it up and down her folds. Her wetness coated the tip, his hand glided upwards when he saw the soft shine of her juices glinting on his cock, he pumped his length, covering his length from top to bottom, earning a deep, low groan to be pulled from the deepest reaches of his chest. The sight alone practically made Spades aroused, even more, she had to clamp her slack-jawed mouth shut, her face felt like it was burning, on fire, with how large the blue blush on her face had grown in such little time at such a small action. Oni leaned forward, his hips angled downwards and his twitching length primed and ready at her pussy, the head of it gently pressed in between her folds, and it prodded at her entrance. He teased her, his cock was right there, she could feel the head of it brush over her entrance. The tip of it dipped inside of her for a few, exhilarating moments, only for it stripped away from her again when he pulled his cock away from her. A whine emitted from her, her eyes that were screwed shut, pried open with enough strength she drew from in and with a shuddering hand, Spades reached up and took a fistful of Oni's tank-top and she yanked him down to her level, it was quite easy to do with how he was leaned forward in between her elevated legs. "Sora, I swear to God if you don't put your cock in me already, I'll shove t-that stupid mask of yours up your a-ass!" Oni's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times, stunned, before a cocky grin spread across his face, its natural place. He leaned forward and pecked a few chaste kisses on her lips before holding one final kiss. "It's hot when you get angry, y'know?" He chimed in. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, but wasn't able to hide the growing smile overtaking her face, "You're lucky you're so cute, dammit~" She let her fingers thread through the soft, pitch-black tresses he had, her fingers spreading out. It made his eyes flutter and close and he leaned his head back into her palm so she could pet him more. "But, please, Sora, I-I...I really need you....~" Oni's eyes softened. When her voice got that tender, that soft-spoken, he could tell that she needed it, that she craved it, and he was the same way. They were together in a way that he's only pictured, that he wished would happen much earlier than now, he wasn't going to pass it up. "Trust me, Safaia, I need you too, like, a whole fuckin' lot....~" He let the words dust out of his mouth in a hushed, husky whisper, the kind that sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine like electricity passing through a circuit at high, unstoppable speeds. He aligned himself up again, his hips flexed forward and his cock pushed past her folds and slid deep inside of her. His hips pressed up and met her hips and he hilted himself inside of her. He muttered a few curses alongside the low groans that came from him while Spades' voice was caught in her throat, she was grasping at bedsheets with one hand while the other had shot up to his left forearm and she clenched onto it, her nails digging into the tattooed skin.

He leaned over her and waited, she was much tighter than he had thought or anticipated, but he loved it how she clenched around his cock, her wet, velvety, warm walls framed around his length and hugged him snuggly, not letting go any time soon. "Give me, hah, hold on~" She managed to get out, her voice was shaky, how her legs were on his shoulders and so close to his head, he could feel those quivering, her breasts were heaving up and down in tune with her panting. It was at this moment that he was reminded of just how beautiful Spades looked like this, she looked like a Goddess, lavished in a blue-tinted blush, splayed out on the bed ready to be claimed by her lucky, devoted follower who would do anything and everything to be with her like this, in her more vulnerable, to give her electrifying pleasure until she was seeing stars and had no feeling in her legs. Call him determined. She breathed out in a huff, it caught his attention rather quickly and when he gazed at her expression again, he saw that breathless smile that slithered onto her lips and her multiple eyes, with some work, lifted and locked onto him leaned over her, "G-Go ahead, Sora, you were talking a-all cocky earlier, aren't you going to do it?~" She dared, matching it with a raise of her eyebrow and with a grin, his hands moved from her legs that he kept firmly on his shoulders to keep them elevated, it gave him just the most perfect angle to pound into her when the time came, but, for now, he'd be contained. Pulling out almost all of the way, nearly drawing another whimper from her throat, if it weren't for him fastening his hips forward in a swift thrust, it got her to moan out somewhat loudly, openly in the empty living room. His hips thrust downwards into hers, unwaveringly and deep, his hands drifted up from the bedsheets, and they darted up to her legs and he gripped at them. "S-Sora, that's-oh that's amazing, yes!~" She cried out, his cock glided smoothly in and out of her effortlessly. She pried her eyes open once more, now it was her turn to take in the almost dreamlike sight in front of her. Oni had leaned over her, his exposed face was flushed a deep-seated blood red while pants and groans fled from his lips left and right. His toned, strong body had a thin sheen of sweat building upon it, his hands grasped at her legs resting on his shoulders for dear life, his dug into the flesh, not enough to do any damage or anything like that, but she was sure that bruises were going to pepper the skin down there. Her eyes drifted down and she watched how his cock pumped in and out of her, how it disappeared into her body with every thrust. "Spades~ Spades~ Fuckkk~" He murmured, then he did something she truly didn't foresee him to do at all, though when he did it, she wasn't prepared for it but cherished it. Groans ghosted out of his lips, however, it wasn't English this time, it was full, fluent Japanese, which, sadly, Spades knew not a single word of it, not including his name and his alias. But, reading his expression, how it made him move his hips up into hers more and his pumps got harder and quicker than before, she was sure it was about how good she felt encircled around him. "God I love you, Spades, I fuckin' love you, and I mean it, okay?~ I don't ever, hn, unh, unf, wanna fuckin' fight that bad with you again~" He was getting lost, tangled up in the pleasure, the love he's been restraining and keeping to himself for this entire time, well now, those binds were being unwoven and it was pouring out, fast, with no abandon. Hearing those three little words breathe out from Oni's lips almost knocked the air out of her body, actually hearing him say that was so much different than picturing it. Her hand, shaky as all Hell, reached up and she planted it, palm down, against his chest to get his attention, she even pinched some of the black fabric of his tank-top and gave it a few tugs for good measure. The small movements almost immediately caught his attention, it worried him to a degree, he assumed that it was a subtle sign that he was going to rough or too fast, so, carefully, he let his movements gradually come to a slower pace, almost stopping fully. He even carefully released her legs so that they were at his sides rather than being propped up on his shoulders, it made it easier for him to lean down to her level, and he stared into her eyes, the worry evident on his features. "You okay, Safaia?" He questioned, however, she didn't answer right away. Instead, the smile that had broken out across her face shown, now that he was closer than previously, her hands went up to his cheeks and she cupped them. Her fingers stroked the skin on his face, especially the twisting tattoos, she let a finger start at the top of them right below his left eye, and she let it cascade down to his cheek, to his jawline, and made a turn to his lips, and she grasped his chin delicately. With a light pull, she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, her mouth claiming his in a passionate liplock all over again. His frame pressed up against her body, his arms slithered down to her waist and coiled around her, while hers hurriedly moved up and intertwined around his neck. Her legs followed suit around his waist, and they wrapped around him, her thighs pressing against his sides at the addicting, pleasurable shocks that rushed through her body at their kisses. How his hands grasped at her back, his inhumanly long tongue prowling around in her mouth as if was his, tasting her. Her spaded tail, like a snake's grasp, shifted itself up in between his legs and it coiled around his thigh, clutching onto it. When the kiss finally broke, thin strings of saliva connected their mouths, they panted rather heavily in each other's mouths, and even though the kiss had parted, Oni kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Sora~" Spades gasped, "I do, I....god I love you so much~ You used to annoy me to no end, you being so loud and careless but then I just, hah, I started to know you, the real you and I fell for you, so hard~ I haven't...I haven't talked like this in a long time, but it was so difficult to not just run up to you and kiss you and hug you and just be with you...every time you just showed up out of nowhere and made yourself at home, it made me happy to see you, I looked forward to it! And the times that you got hurt and I wasn't there, I wanted to take care of you, to help you, I," she paused, her breath hitching a bit as a warning that the dams in her eyes were about to break again and cause her to sob all over him again. Her hands clenched at his back, her fists balling up the fabric, and her head leaned forward and she buried it into his chest, hiding her face. Despite it being muffled, she remained silent for a few moments longer, tears quietly flowed freely from her eyes, and they stained his tank-top, one of her hands relaxed and freed the part of his top in it, she stroked his upper back, her head sinking into his form a bit more when she relaxed, "I'll never abandon you like they did, I promise, Sora...." That's when she felt the light, wet plinking of droplets on her arm. Blinking, she retracted her head from his chest, and she relaxed against the pillows, she looked up at him and gasped lightly when she saw that now, he was inaudibly shedding tears. "Sora, I-" His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, it lingered there for a moment or two before moving to her hair and he ran his fingers through the sapphire-blue strands. He smiled, "Damn Safaia, I had no idea...you could have told me this like ages ago, you know?" He teased, despite sniffling, and he let out a breathless laugh when she smacked his shoulder at his comment, "Because I love you too, I'd do anything for you...I pretty much do that now anyway, but I mean you wouldn't have to pay me this time," he joked, it made her heart even warmer since he could still joke and tease and laugh during moments like these. He was perfect for her. "I'd give you the whole fuckin' world and then some, you deserve it and I fuckin' swear, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not gonna be like that fuckin' dick from before-trust me if you didn't beat me to it, they'd be a fuckin' snack for maggots," hearing the vile in his voice at just even mentioning her old partner, it made her feel so safe in his arms, how close they were to one another, it felt like there wasn't a single problem in the world. Lightly leaning back up, he wiped away any remaining tears clear off of her cheek with his thumb, "You okay?" he inquired, receiving a nod from her, her eyes locking on his. "I am, but now..." she cleared her throat, shortly after, that challenging smile of hers returned and she raised an eyebrow alongside it.

"Are you gonna keep your word, or are you really all talk?~"

"Well if you're gonna put me on the spot like that, you can beat that sweet ass of yours I'm keeping it~"

He shifted, his cock still buried deep inside of her, one of his hands drifted down and took a firm hold of one of her hips, gripping her. His steady, deep pace gradually returned with his rocking hips, he was leaned forward, his head nestled into the crook of her neck while he grunted and panted out somewhat heavily, the pleasure from before hitting the both of them all over again. She could feel his breath on her skin, how he lowly and huskily whispered her voice throughout his low groans amongst hushed curses made chills run rampant up and down her spine. His free hand, at first, resting, unused at his side, moved up and cupped one of her breasts, a gasp resonated from her at him tenderly kneading it and rubbing it, he squeezed her, her breast filling out his palm in the most perfect way possible. Her hands clenched on the couch, her eyes darted in between him leaned over her, grunting and groaning, then down to his cock pumping in and out of her, disappearing in her body with every thrust into her. His hand that was planted on her hips gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, he pulled her further down on his cock, it caused her to moan out loudly at how deep he was in her, how fast he was able to go. "S-Sora!~ Sora, I'm, hah, anh, I'm so-fuck!~ I'm so close!~" She managed to squeak out, and through his breathless groans, a grin spread out across his face, he leaned up, his mouth right next to her ear and then he started to murmur to her huskily. "You feel so, hnh, unh, fuckin' good, Safaia~ The way that, unnf, tight pussy of yours just hugs around my dick~ Unh~ Mmmhf~ Fuck, I wanna see ya cum, Spades, I wanna see that pretty face of yours all lost in your pleasure, I want you to cum all over me, c'mon, make my cock a fuckin' mess~" It was getting to be too much for her, how he pounded into her like an animal in heat, his thighs smacking up against hers, how he groaned and grunted, it made the tight coil that had built up over time in her stomach tightened more and more, it shuddered, about to snap at any moment. In the corner of his eye, Oni took note of how her hand unlatched from her tight grip on the couch. She moved it down to her slit, to place her digits on her clit, however, he was much quicker than her. His hand clasped around her wrist, stopping her in mid-movement, he raised her arm and pinned it over her head, and his opposite hand jetted downwards. He knew how close she was and how severely she desired it, how she wanted it, he was more than happy to take care of it himself. His thumb pressed on her clit, and he swiftly rubbed it in little circles, making her moan out loudly, her eyes shot close and her head tossed back into the pillows, her back arching off of the couch, "S-Sora!~ Sora!~ Sora!!~" That coil ultimately snapped in her stomach and the pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave of rushing fire, her wetness coated her thighs, the front of his thighs and made it even slicker for him to just pound away at her. His pumps got more erratic, more uneven, the pace he previously had developed completely gone from his mind, his panting got more breathless, her name escaped from him multiple times in light, gentle whispers. "S-Spades~ Fuck, I'm gonna cum~" He warned through one of those whispers. Nodding, her arms shot up to his neck again and she clung onto him, her legs even tightened around him too, "Inside, Sora~ MMhmmhf!~ Cum inside of me, Sora!~" That seemed to send him flying straight over the edge since it took a few more strong, fast, rocks of his hips and his orgasm hit him, hard, the pleasure rushed through his body up and down, his body shuddered as he kept his hips planted firmly against hers, his hips clenching and flexing with every deep pump of his seed flowing into her, filling her up. His orgasm rocked through him for quite some time, when he felt himself finally calming down, he gingerly unsheathed his now soft cock from her flooded slit and he hastily collapsed down on the opposite of the couch, hot and heavy pants emitting from him. Spades laid on her back still on her side, her legs weak, her body shuddered, even more at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her like a steady stream and dripping on the cushion below her. "Sora?" She managed to breathe out, and despite his chest heaving whilst he caught his air back, he responded, "Yeah, Safaia?" She giggled tiredly at the sound of her nickname coming from him. She placed a hand on one of his legs and she stroked it tenderly and soothingly.

"I love you, you big dork~"

"Hehehe, I love ya too, Spades~"

"And you're cleaning up this room yourself, later-"

"WHAT-!?"

#oc #my oc #friends oc #oc x oc #daxton #daxton city #oni #the assassin #spades #fic #my fic #my writing #ns//fw #ns//ft #HOLY #FUCK #I PROCRASTINATED #SO MUCH ON THIS #THIS WOULD HAVE CAME OUT SO MUCH EARLIER #IF I WASN'T EASILY DISTRACTED XDDD #BUT I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THIS #I LOVE WRITING #I REALLY DO #SO REALLY LONG ONES LIKE THIS PROBABLY WON'T BE A ONE TIME THING XDDDD

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Love Maze »16

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 5.3k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, angst, fingering (Jisoo & JK, sorry not sorry.)

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang​​​ ♡♡♡

Jungkook was heating up his dinner for the night; microwaveable noodles, when he heard the phone chime in his back pocket, lazily fishing it out only for his breath to be caught in his throat at the name displayed on the screen. He wasn't sure what he expected, but as soon as he opened the text conversation his heart sank.

'I think we should break up.'

Jungkook felt like his entire world shattered right then and there, the loud beeping of the microwave completely dulled out by the thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears.

Taehyung wanted to break up? For real?

Jungkook didn’t even notice the tears streaming down his cheeks until the screen was drenched by the droplets, hands shaking as he kept reading the message over and over-- as if hoping he read it wrong.

But it was real.

Sure, they've had their fair share of obstacles-- but was it really this easy to just end things? Through a text. A fucking text!

"You fuck… motherfucker!" Jungkook growled through his tears, hurling his cellphone towards the wall with a loud crack before burying his face in his hands, allowing ugly sobs to echo in the room.

For some reason, all kook could think of was the sweet words Taehyung had said to him just a few nights prior, the constant 'I love you's'-- did it mean nothing?

Jungkook couldn't take it anymore, his thoughts and emotions too overwhelming to deal with alone; so he did the one thing he could think of. He needed somebody.

Leaving his phone on the floor, he slowly made his way over to Jisoos front door, carefully knocking as he continuously wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

~

Taehyung’s vision blurred with warm tears, feeling accountable for breaking the younger’s heart.

He saw that Jungkook had read his text, so there was no use in continuing to stare at the screen...Yet, he wished for something. Kook barely answered him on any other occasion, it was idiotic to think he’d have anything to say back to this.

“Fuck..” Tae spat under his breath, turning off his phone and carelessly dismissing it to the side.

A small part of him wondered if he’d thought it through long enough.. it was a spur of the moment decision, but better it be sooner than later (before he tallies of his ‘fuck ups’ build on).

He knew time would heal, it had to.

~

At the soft knocks on her door, Jisoo stood up from her place on the ground, wiping off the corners of Yuna’s messy mouth before going over to see whom it may be.

“Kook?” She was surprised to see the younger; he never came back the other night. Jisoo supposed she said something she shouldn’t have..

Seeing the younger in the state that he was in, she didn’t hesitate in offering the boy her utmost attention and care.

“Hey.. what’s wrong?” Jisoo gently led him in, heart hurting at the raw sight. The woman did the only thing that came to mind, tiptoeing to engulf Jungkook in her arms.

“It’s okay..”

Jungkook took a shaky breath, nuzzling his nose against Jisoo's shoulder as he instantly wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry-- I.. I didnt know where else to go--" his words were choked by a sob, the embrace crumbling down the remainder of his attempts to stay calm.

"Fuck.." he murmured into the fabrics of her clothes, his hands curling up to hold her shirt. Kook's breathing was speeding up once more, the wound in his broken heart was still so fresh.

"I'm n-not okay, noona.. I'm hurting so bad."

Jisoo’s palm comfortably smoothed over the muscles in Jungkook’s back, resistant to the boy’s river of tears as they stained her shirt. She had no idea what was going on, but she’d do anything to guide Kook out of the deep ditch of sorrow he was stuck in.

“Tell me, Jungkookie.. I’ll listen.”

Subconsciously, her soft lips pressed against his temple, allowing them to linger on the skin until she caught herself.

“Uhm..” Jisoo slowly withdrew from their close embrace, rubbing at her arm in a shy manner.

“Come, sit down.” 

The moment Yuna’s doe eyes caught sight of Jungkook, she extended out her chubby arms, making grabby hands towards the boy. However, when the little one saw his tear-streaked face, a small pout adorned her lips.

“Tell me, what’s going on?”

Jungkook did as told, sitting down and wiping his face for what felt like the hundredth time. He couldn't even spare Yuna a glance before he clasped his hands together in his lap, staring down at his fingers.

''Uh.... Taehyung..'' His name alone tasted weird on his tongue by now, his voice shaking every time he attempted to speak.

''H-he broke up with me...'' Jungkook threw his head back to laugh mockingly at himself, tears trickling down the corners of his eyes. ''Through a fucking text!''

His hands moved up to comb through his hair, leaning back against the couch with a groan, ''Somebody recorded us kissing and he freaked out, or s-something?.. It triggered something, he ignored me for two days, and then just... texted me that he wants to b-break up!''

“Oh, Jungkook..” Jisoo scooted closer to the broken boy. “I’m sorry,” she hoarsely whispered, filling in the void of silence.

“That was pretty shitty of him. You didn’t deserve that..”

Breaking up over text? Sounded like something Taehyung would do..

The woman’s thumbs were drawn to his puffy face, brushing the stray tears away.

“Do you want something to eat..? Just— just tell me what I can do to help you. We’re here for you.”

Yuna incoherently babbled, as if she was agreeing with Jisoo in baby language.

Jungkook momentarily remembered the by now soggy noodles in his microwave, the mention of food making his stomach rumble... He nodded once, sniffling as he closed his eyes to let Jisoo wipe his tears. She was... always nothing but a sweetheart to him. And he'd been the one to always leave her alone whenever Taehyung needed him.

Being here with Jisoo wasn't so bad...

''Y-yeah...I'd like that..'' his eyes fluttered open to look at her, a small smile tugging on his lips as he heard Yuna's little coo, glancing over at the small child, ''Thank you...''

Jisoo secured Kook that there was no need to thank her.

He was a close friend of hers, caring for others was what she did best.

“Thank me by turning that frown upside down!” The woman cheekily smiled as she reached over to ruffle the younger’s hair, urging him to take this time to relax— to slowly alleviate the pain from his heartbreak. She knew it wouldn’t be easy; Jisoo wasn’t blind to the overfilling love those doe eyes held whenever they stared at Taehyung.

Of course, a verbal clarification ensured Jisoo that her mind wasn’t playing some sick trick on her.. The night Jungkook told her he’d be back— only to never return— was the night the woman heard a series of lustful moans echoing from the boy’s apartment.

More specifically, Jungkook’s raspy grunts..

Jisoo would be lying by saying she wasn’t aroused.

She naughtily touched herself to the vivid image of him naked, pleasing her instead of him.

By then, she was purple with envy.

“Okayy!” She cheerily chimed, setting a hot bowl of homemade soup in front of Jungkook, hoping the nicely seasoned aroma would help take his mind off of things.

“Say ahhh~” With an infectious giggle, Jisoo airplaned a spoonful into the younger’s mouth after blowing on it, teasing him.

A genuine, wide smile tugged at Jungkook's lips, his eyes squinting as he giggled at Jisoos shenanigans. Being babied like this was nice; he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. Especially how, it did help to occupy his mind from the pain, even if it lingered in his chest.

Willingly, he opened his mouth and leaned in to take the spoonful of soup, humming happily at the taste.

"It's really delicious, noona~" he gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, playing along as he pointed at his lips, "More!"

So that she did, she kept feeding him one spoon after the other until the bowl was empty-- it was innocent, yet not... It was a sweet moment, and Jungkook couldn't help but indulge in the way he enjoyed this. He felt cared for, and that was exactly what he needed right now...

"Ahh, noona..." Kook leaned back into the couch once more, patting his stomach.

"your food is always tasty.." he looked over at her with a grin, "Thank you."

Jisoo skipped over to her mess of a kitchen, setting the empty bowl in the sink.

What the hell, she’ll take care of it later.. or tomorrow. Right now, the woman’s focus was on her unexpected visitor, Jungkook.

“Thank you, thank you~” She playfully bowed to further express her gratitude, cockily flipping her shoulder-length hair to the side. Too embarrassed to continue, Jisoo broke character with a snort, plopping down next to Kook on the recently installed couch. It was definitely a life-changing improvement, her ass thanked her for it.

“I’m glad you like my cooking,” she faced him, his toothy grin was enough to force one out of her own, brown eyes crinkling at the outer corners.

They slowly smoothed over Jungkook’s face, taking a mental picture of every small detail. His face was still puffy from the crying, but he’d yet to look far from handsome..

“Oh— uhm, you have a little something here.”

Her pinky finger hesitantly aimed at his lips, gently swiping at the spot of soup.

“Maybe you really are a baby, hm? Can’t even eat without making a mess..”

Jisoo’s giggle rang once more, mindlessly wiping her finger on her oversized shirt.

As if everything slowed down just a bit, Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut as he felt her finger drag along his lower lip. He couldn't help the quiet sigh that pushed through his parted lips at the innocent sensation-- not realizing his own reaction. He opened his eyes, tilting his head to the side with a grin, "I guess so..." kooks gaze landed on her face as well. Never had he truly taken in her features. Even with the slight bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep-- she was a pretty girl..

And sweet too...

"Luckily I've got you to make sure," he licked his lips one time for good measure, making sure they're truly clean from the soup, "that I don't have anything on my face."

The younger's gaze couldn't help but travel down to Jisoo's lips as well. They were smaller than Tae's... but they looked soft. He'd lie if he said he wasn't just a very small, tad bit, curious.

Jisoo’s drumming heart rate swerved off beat in response to Jungkook’s tongue poking out of his naturally tinted lips, wetting them as if they weren’t already appealing enough.

To the woman, it looked as if he was purposely dangling a carrot in front of her face, challenging her to take action..

Intrigued was an understatement.

Scooting closer to him until their sides touched, she cupped one half of his face.

The pad of her thumb caressed over the scar on his upper cheek, feeling the barely noticeable dent under her feathery touch.

“I’ll always make sure you don’t have anything on your face..”

Jisoo softly chuckled, eyes sparkling with stars, highlighting her obvious interest for the younger man.

Jungkook was.. Jungkook. In other words, the sweetest guy the single mother’s ever come across.

Offering to help her with Yuna? Jisoo’s breath hitched at the memory.

After a second of doubt, the woman slowly leaned in, pecking Kook’s wet lips.

She liked it..

Jisoo momentarily gazed into his doe eyes, a hint of a smile creeping on her lips before she stifled it with a proper kiss.

It was gentle, not rushed. Soft, yet needy. Sweet.. not sour— not at all.

The woman was never a big fan of sweets, but she could definitely get used to this..

Jungkook wasn't sure what he expected; he didn't really think it through when he taunted with his own lips. But he did, and it surprised even himself. Jisoo is a girl. Jungkook is gay. He’s never been intrigued by a woman before.

Jungkook moved his lips against hers, exploring the new sensation of this smaller, foreign territory. It was soft… His hand snaked around her head, gently letting his palm rest against the back of it as he deepened the kiss, allowing himself to taste her further.

A piece of him felt like... this wasn't fair to Taehyung-- like he was cheating. But kook knew better; he wasn't. They were broken up, and Tae wanted nothing to do with him. He desperately stomped his thoughts down, going his utmost to tunnel vision his focus on Jisoo-- to focus on anything that wasn’t Taehyung..

Jungkook was curious... so, he let both of his hands slowly smooth down to brush over her collarbones, down to her shoulders; all while never wavering from their continuous kisses. She was so small compared to him, it was cute.

The oversized shirt that baggily streamed down Jisoo’s petite body melted off her relaxed shoulders, accentuating the prominent collarbones that she felt shift underneath Jungkook’s wandering touch. A soft hum vibrated against the younger’s addictive lips, leaning in closer to deepen the kiss on her end. The smaller hand that was once balled up on her lap unclenched to perch on Jungkook’s shoulder, merely resting it there for a second.

She slowly dragged it down his broad chest, quenching her thirst for his toned muscles.

He felt exactly how she imagined, strong..

Jisoo’s hand halted at his lower abdomen, able to make out the shape of his hard earned abs.

Fuck. It was during a moment like this where she cursed herself out for not wearing a bra around the apartment. Her awoken nipples showed through her shirt, brushing against the fabric.

A low groan vibrated in Jungkook's chest, the new set of hands touching him was exciting-- knowing his body was affecting her by the way hers was almost quivering when his hands dared to move down to the hem of her shirt.

He momentarily broke the hot kiss to whisper; "Can I..?"

Kook was curious after all, he's never really... touched a woman's breasts before, and the mere thought was both thrilling.. and a little scary? It was so new.

His long fingers sneaked underneath the fabrics, softly caressing her stomach as he waited for her to give him the green light, "it's okay if it's too much.."

A faint moan practically rumbled from the back of Jisoo’s throat.

Her body worshipped any kind of attention, no matter how big or small. Before Namjoon, she hadn’t gotten laid in months— hadn’t fulfilled her ingrown lust for the performance of a man’s stronger hands. Joon was.. satisfactory, but after his inconsiderate side comment, everything from then on lost its magic.

Jungkook on the other hand..

He’d done so little yet Jisoo loved it. The younger man was careful, always listening to her— waiting for her to tell him when it was okay to go on..

Decent respect? She was wet. Literally.

“Yeah, it’s fine..!” She granted permission a little too excitedly, bottom lip tightly clasped between her teeth in anticipation. Her cautious glaze flickered over to Yuna’s nursery once in a while, paranoid that she’d just.. walk in on them. The little one couldn’t even crawl yet, it was useless to worry. God, everything was so brand new yet oddly familiar.

Jungkook nodded once, withdrawing a bit to be able to see his hands work upwards until they found her breasts, letting his thumbs gently brush her nipples. It even made him gasp quietly, they were already hard..

''So soft...'' He breathed out, feeling a little braver as the reactions he's gotten were nothing but positive-- letting his strong hands give her chest a tentative squeeze, the soft flesh felt so nice between his fingers.

Partially, this almost seemed funny--a boy touching a pair of tits for the first time? It was experimental, but he was grateful, because he didn't feel awkward. Jisoo made him comfortable.

Jungkook's need grew, but he didn't want to be too.. much, but he wanted to feel her small frame on him. He leaned back on the couch, momentarily letting his strong arms lift her to place her straddled over his lap, the obvious strain in his pants pressing against her ass. Kook's doe eyes stared up at her.

''Noona... You're really pretty.''

Jisoo audibly gasped along with him, eyes securely clenched shut as she relished in the feel of his hands fondling her breasts, grasping onto the warm skin.

“Just like that..”

Her own hands traveled upwards from their spot on his thigh, cupping Jungkook’s bigger ones through her shirt, prompting him to squeeze harder. The woman’s sore nipples perked up even more. Jisoo was almost disappointed when he withdrew his touch from her bare skin, she desperately whined for their return.

With yet another gasp, her smaller body quickly got accustomed to their change in position, breathing picking up in response to Jungkook poking against her. Her cunt was drenched, the uncomfortable stickiness pooling in her panties.

She was extremely sensitive, and the way the younger male wittily referred to her as ‘noona’ this time around drew out a soft moan from her lips.

Jisoo blushed as she stared down at him, noticeable nails gripping onto his shoulders.

“T-thank you, Jungkookie..”

The woman pressed down on his erection a little harder, waiting for his next move.

Jungkook smiled innocently, but it quickly morphed into his lips parting in a quiet moan when she provided pressure against his hardening length. Fuck... he grew needier by the second, his hands snaking around her lower back to press her body down, forcing her to learn forward on top of him in another feverish kiss, his hips rotting and grinding upwards to relieve the aching for friction-- but only making the urge for more grow.

Jisoo kissed him back without any trouble, poising herself with each hand on his strong pecs. The woman whimpered into the kiss, the dampness in between her legs was getting hard to overlook. She pulled away from the heated make out session before swiftly dropping her forehead against Jungkook’s.

“Ow, sorry..” Jisoo laughed, rubbing at the spot on the younger’s head, dismissing her own pinch of pain. Maybe she got too excited. There was no other explanation for why they bumped heads. Learning from her silly mistake, she gently closed the gap between them. Her softened eyes studied his, chest rising up and down.

“O-oh..” Jisoo’s body stiffened, arching her back from Jungkook’s bulge continuing to prod at the sensitive spots.

“You’re doing so good, Jungkookie..”

Still maintaining a consenting gaze, the older woman searched for his hand, unable to fully wrap her smaller fingers around his wrist. She pulled at the band of her shorts and soaked panties, making room for the male in the warm, dripping chamber.

“A-ah!” Jisoo led his curious hand to her cunt, Jungkook’s /touch/ simply being enough to make her quiver in her spot.

She rubbed up against his rough hand, the slickness from her folds making it easier.

Jungkook exhaled a shaky breath at the praise, a small groan following at how wet Jisoo's cunt was, feeling the slick juices coating his fingers.

''Shit.. that's hot, noona...'' He grows bolder, keeping one hand tightly gripping her waist as the other continues to slip between her folds, gathering the wetness on his fingers to her clit. He might be inexperienced with women, but he wasn't clueless. He found the swollen nub, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it as his gaze is fixed on her expressions. She was so responsive to his touch, it was mesmerizing.

''Does it feel good... Jisoo?'' He called her by her name this time, basically thrusting his clothed cock upwards to give himself the needed friction it was aching for.

Jisoo didn’t know how infatuating the ring of her name was until it spilled from Jungkook’s lips.

Suddenly, she wished he’d refer to her by a first name basis more often..

They were close enough, weren’t they? Especially now, as the boy’s fingers intimately toyed with her rosy clit. Her hips twitched at the forgotten sensation, moaning her little heart out into the clammy palm of her hand, muffling the lewd sounds.

“Y-yes..” She pathetically squeaked out, “So good, Jungkook..”

The woman wanted a finger— something inside of her before she’d combust.

“Finger me.. can you do that?”

He closed his eyes with a nod, throwing his head back to focus on the noises she'd make-- how her heat practically sucked him in as he allowed one finger to sink into her, causing her body to jolt. He held her in place with his other hand on her hip, as if to keep her grounded through this.

''Keep talking to me, tell me if I'm doing good..'' Or bad-- Kook didn't want her to hurt.

Not to think that way, but Namjoon was right; Jisoo was a lot tighter than he'd expected, but not because of childbirth. Just.. He just didn't know the feeling of a woman's insides until now. He honestly wasn’t sure what to expect, it was just-- much softer, and wetter. He really wondered what it would feel like to fuck her... Just the thought made his lower abdomen stir.

''So soft..'' he praised, daring to sink a second finger in, this time starting to really feel her insides with the pads of his rough fingers, finding a certain spot in the fleshy walls that seemed to draw more reactions out of her. He kept teasing that part over and over, his fingers now slowly pumping lewdly in and out of her to continuously stroke it, the wet sounds striking his ears as one of the hottest sounds he's ever heard.

“O-oh fuck...” Jisoo’s walls securely closed in on his filling digits, adding a little hop to her rocking hips. “Jungkookie, you’re going to drive me insane..”

The sex-driven woman harshly fucked herself on his squirming fingers, imagining it were Jungkook’s pulsating cock drilling into her cervix, making her breathless.

With her hands grasping onto his shoulders, Jisoo budged in her spot only to bounce down on the younger man’s double digits.

Her lower body raised on its own, proceeding to repeat the action until she lost count, allowing a faint splatter sound to emit every time she leveled down to Jungkook’s hand.

The girl’s perky breasts bobbed along with every steady, patient bounce, her clit grazing against the younger’s skin.

A strand of Jisoo’s raven hair came undone from behind her ear, shielding the way the muscles in the woman’s flushed face twitched in exposure to their bodies’ commotion.

“You’re doing so good, Jungkook. S-so good..”

She was so close..

“Right there..!”

All of the sudden, loud, piercing cries rang from Yuna’s nursery, disrupting the pair’s alone time. In sync, Jisoo’s head fell forward on the younger man’s shoulder, crying out loud for different reasons.

She broke loose all over him, squirting a puddle of her sweet juices onto his hand.

Fuck.. it felt good to cum..

“A-ah.. hm..”

Jisoo was spent, hair sticking to her clammy skin as she slowly pulled Jungkook’s fingers out of her, attempting to stand up on her own but her shaky legs wouldn’t let her.

“Yuna..” She exhaustedly breathed out, eyes fluttered shut as she limply laid down next to Kook, panting as her chest heaved.

Jungkook was completely in awe, eyes blown wide in surprise at the sudden gush that had coated his hand in Jisoo's juices. Watching her cum was... amazing, for a lack of a better description.

His attention quickly shifted towards the little child crying, but first he leaned over to Jisoo, reaching out to caress her cheek with his clean hand, ''Don't worry... Rest. I got it.'' He headed towards the bathroom first to wash his hands, but not before giving his fingers a curious lick. Shit, it was... sweet? The thought of eating her out seemed much more appealing after this.

He finished washing his hands, his strained erection slowly going down on it's own as he headed towards the nursery, giving Jisoo a quick glance over his shoulder. She was spent. A sense of pride filled the younger man-- a smile tugging on his lips when he lifts up the small child on his arms only to be greeted with cooes instead of cries.

''Hey, little one. Your mommy is a little sleepy..'' he murmured, bringing the child with him to go check on her. ''Noona, you okay?''

Jisoo’s eyes fully fluttered open after several slow paced blinks, the room’s dimmed lights shining down on the thin layer of sweat glistening on her flushed cheeks.

At the hazy sight in front of her, she smiled. It was a worn out grin, the corners of her lips growing tired after a few seconds.

“I’m okay..”

The woman ran her fingers through her hair, focusing on the way Jungkook was holding her baby.

Yuna liked him, there was no doubt about it. Perhaps her mother shared that same fondness..

Jisoo felt comfortable with her child in his strong arms.

It was a sickeningly cute image that she’d later on think about until her brain turns numb.

“Watch out, she’s obsessed with your hair.”

Jisoo tiredly giggled, ignoring the sticky discharge in between her legs. Her eyes traveled upwards to linger on Jungkook’s face, able to make out the beads of sweat under the light.

It was too late, little Yuna already caught a hold of his already messy locks to play with. But she cooed happily, so Jungkook shrugged,

''I don't mind.''

He smiled, taking a deep breath to completely come down from the previous events--- he'd gotten so worked up that his lower abdomen almost hurt.

While having his hair twirled and pulled by the little child, Kook seemed unfazed as he focused on Jisoo, ''I can be with her, you should wash up...'' Scrunching his nose at the especially hard tug from Yuna, he hissed with a small chuckle, trying to pry the small little fingers off his curls, ''You should get some sleep, noona''

With legs as jiggly as jello, Jisoo stood up from the couch with a small groan. Exhaustion sunk deeper into her body, and Kook’s idea to get some sleep didn’t sound half bad.

She wobbled over to where he was standing, reaching on her tippy toes to stamp a kiss onto Yuna’s chubby cheek, momentarily distracting the little one from pulling on the younger’s hair.

The woman knew she should’ve had better control, but her gaze remained on Jungkook.

Whatever happened between the two of them, Jisoo would gladly partake in it again. In a heartbeat.

That was the peak of her otherwise nonexistent sex life! She’s definitely hit her prime with Jungkook..

Jisoo stepped out of the freshly steamed bathroom with a new pair of comfortable clothes, toweled hair wrapped up in the shape of a beehive, skin rosy in the areas she over scrubbed.

The woman looked like an absolute mess, but she’d figured Kook already saw her at her worst.

God— she made weird facial expressions when he was fingering her, didn’t she? Jisoo felt like she did..

“Thank you for watching her.” Yuna was dozing off next to Jungkook, unbothered by the small dip on the cushions.

She happily reached for her baby, setting the little girl on her lap.

“Jungkookie..” she began, feeling shyer than usual around him.

“About making a move on you— I-I know you’re going through a rough patch right now and I just.. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m taking advantage of your emotions, in any way. I mean— it was nice! Don’t get me wrong. I give you ten out of ten stars for the boob fondling and fingeri— you know what I mean. Excuse my rambling but, I guess what I want to say is.. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way.. that wasn’t my intention.”

Jisoo’s neck flushed with color, sidetracking herself by smoothing her fingers over Yuna’s hair, anything to not look into Jungkook’s eyes.

Kook took a short moment to process her words, thinking them over carefully.

No, even though everything was so fresh still, never once did he think that Jisoo would take advantage of him. He knew what he did-- and he enjoyed it. Hell, he'd even do it again!

"Don't worry, I wanted to.. I mean, it was a little nerve wrecking," he shrugged with a wide grin, "it was my first time... with a woman, I mean!"

Now he was the one rambling, his cheeks reddening.

"Aaanyway...." he pressed his lips together, "Want me to keep an eye on her while you sleep? Or..."

The mother shook her head, “It’s okay, get some rest of your own. Yuna’s about to fall asleep at any second, so..”

The woman awkwardly fidgeted around in her spot, her mind urging Jisoo to ask Jungkook how it felt— with a girl, with her. How should she tackle the embarrassing situation? Maybe it’s best if she just goes out with it..

“Hey, Jungkook?” She cleared her throat, turning her body towards him.

“How.. this is embarrassing to ask, but— how did you like it? Was it..” Jisoo looked for the right words, “was it what you thought it would be? No weird reason, I’m just wondering.”

She explained herself before the younger man gave her a motive to, patiently waiting for his highly anticipated answer.

Jungkook rubbed his neck as his eyes wandered from the little child to Jisoo, suddenly the memories replayed a bit clearer in his mind as he was remembering everything. Her noises, the feel of her lips, the way her cunt squeezed and gushed on him. Even the taste...

"I really liked it.." his grin morphed into a coy smile, "yeah, hm..." he nods, now feeling a little embarrassed as he stood up, "Noona, I enjoyed it a lot, if it wasn't for little Yuna.." He tilted his head to the side with a small nose scrunch on his face, "I would want more.."

He reached out to place her loose strand of her back behind her ear.

"I'm uh-- going then. Goodnight noona."

Without thinking, he leans in to press a soft kiss on her forehead before heading towards the door, glancing over his shoulder before leaving,

"Thank you for being there, Jisoo."

And with that, he shut the door as he left to take the short few steps to his own apartment.

The very moment he stepped inside it felt like his surroundings went from warm and embracing; to empty and cold.

He went to the kitchen to throw away the now inedible soggy noodles from the microwave, grimacing at the consistency.

Another moment later he found his phone on the floor, a crack adorning the screen as he picked it up.

Sigh, why'd he have to throw things-- now he's part of the ''cracked phone screen" youth.

Jisoo was internally squealing in excitement, the warmth of Jungkook’s kiss had yet to leave her forehead.

He wanted more..?

The woman tauntingly crossed her slender legs, bottom lip held captive in between her teeth.

She was twenty-two— soon to be twenty-three! Jisoo shouldn’t be erotically fantasizing over a younger man..

But then again, Kook’s soul was in the right place. He was a hard worker, smart, compassionate...

The buff male was every woman’s wet dream come to life, and naturally some men’s as well..

Jisoo’s heart skipped a beat at the way her name rolled off his familiar tongue, sensing a shiver run up her spine.. and her pus— “No problem, Jungkookie.”

She’ll always be there for him. With open arms, and open legs.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

#fic: Love maze #sombreboy

[macgyvertape]

50 or so hours into Cyberpunk 2077

This should be roughly the correct amount of time, ive been leaving the game running as I get up to get food or do stretches. Quests are roughly in order I did them

non spoilers above cut:

 i haven't found a single hat/helmet i like, and since you can't hide them I just am not wearing any. It matters that much.

I posted the other day about bugs, every few hours I play I find new bugs. some require me to go back and reload a save others I honestly can’t tell if it’s a bug or just really poor development

there are several perks that don’t quite do what the description says, like the Anamesis perk. Based on reddit and trying it out it seems to just not do anything.

sometimes in car chase segments the passenger will say “look out” as cars spawn in my path and hit me. Can’t tell if that was deliberate or a pop in issue

Yeah I’ve just totally given up on doing pacifist things unless required by a mission. Given up on doing stealth too unless a mission objective, except for sneaking around to set up a fight.

:readmore:

the delemain car quest is fun. From the shock of the one going "beep beep motherfucker" and doing a hit and run to start it off, to the GLADOS car i see a lot of people talking about. It was fun to explore the city when i might have missed places like the landfill apparently there is follow up on T-bug's death if you go back to the quick hack shop in Kabuki. It's not much but better than nothing I made the pass with Panam of "what if the room just had one bed". I know she won't do a wlw romance, which is fine since I wouldn’t have chosen her.  I enjoy her as a character, don’t get me wrong, my V considers her as a friend, but it seems like theres always drama going on which would be tiring. I would have gone for a fling, i like her leotard-pants combo with all the straps

but also her questline was buggy as hell. Multiple cases of having to reload due to clipping into objects, including her in a driving section, or just insta-dying when collision physics with some rocks broke "your neural network can no longer function independantly of the chip" me slapping my desk: s y m b i o te!!! come on lets have some s y m b i o s i s

in the scene with hellman i really liked how Johnny moved around the room. It made him feel like he was really there. it was hard to follow the convo as I left the room, i would not have understood it without subtitles. But i guess Takemura fucking waterboarded hellman. :|

lol I hope the dialogue is different b/c i refuse to smoke for Johnny

i am level 18 and still can't beat the first opponents in the fist fighting quest. ffs

I looked up the romances options so I went to do the I fought the law quest as soon as i got it. ACAB, but like I literally just met River Ward 2 minutes ago, and I really like him. His earring and cyborg eye, his big fluffy coat. I'm definitely gonna sleep with him Ok i like how when River Ward is dealing with the tiger claws if you interject it leads to a fight. It goes better if you follow his instructions and let him deal with it. Seriously I enjoy that sometimes its good to not pick a dialogue choice.

during the red queen club part, there was no dialogue over the phone. So i reloaded a save and got myself spotted and attacked. Then River showed up to help me <3 and it was more enjoyable having him there. I honestly am not sure if him not going to the club level is bug or not.

then uuuuuugh the worst of irl police "cops are my family" from Detective Han. Again ACAB "FRATERNITY OF CITY COPS RESEMBLES A [Nomad] CLAN NOT AT ALL" ok a few minutes ago i was complaining about bugs, but the character modeling in this game is good (when they're there). You can see body posture, characters jiggle their legs when they are nervous. Like I though character A was just throwing a cigarette on the ground, but then character B flinches back; I realize Char A threw it at B as a fuck you

I'm honestly curious if "I fought the Law" quest will have any impact later on. My choices were that I thought there was more going on than Holt being the only person behind this (based on how complicated the main questline heist is, and keeping an eye on some of the in game news), and told him not to take it to internal affairs, and I loved his response of how he doesn't give a shit what we think, he's doing it anyway.

In the elevator to report in, Johnny said "this muck is deeper than you think, tell them nothing", so i just said that the case was complicated. anyway i love how much of a sarcastic asshole V is

I thought i was being nonlethal with the monk quest, but it seems i accidently killed someone. RIP, but thats kind of the problem with this game. Like when i do the non lethal cyberpychosis quests I equip my non lethal modded gun and hope for the est. I like how a go here kill things quest led to Charles the ripperdoc. He's getting all his parts from scav gang members so I felt obligated to take him out. I got a police bounty for it but w/e.

I merged the Delemain fragments with the whole. Guess he's the meta now. (Side note: some of my favorite rvb fanfic plots are Ai consiousness/memory merging with the humans, so I’m having fun with this game and look foward to introspective fanfic)

Honestly Jonny made some good points, the fragments didn't deserve to die; but also destroying the core and freeing the fragments, they couldn't really function alone.

I was able to rescue Saul fine with stealth. Using cameras and the synapse overload really made it easy.  Can't use the sniper rifle reward b/c I don't have the stats for it, and while it has a silencer the fact that it's a ricochette weapon and not a shoot through walls weapons, makes it not as good imo; and theres a legendary one that is stats free for only 100k.

Lol made a pass again at Panam, and she immediately shut me down. I then did Mitch's quest and I love every time someone tells V they area  good person.

I hacked the operation carpe noctem shard, and wow the corporations are using ai to make people have cyberpsychosis, or something like that. What a shocker /s, I've played Deus Ex HR before

lol driving through the unifinished interstate, past the fight from Panam's first quest I found a "batcave" with a very nice car, and a manifesto written by "muckman'. But here's my complaint about the loot, there is a legendary top, but it had 16 armor. My current top has 84 armor, like why would i switch?? then later i found a bunker with soviet spies in it. Wild

Doing River's second quest, love the timing of as soon as you ask, why are we breaking in, someone shows up to tell you he got kicked off the force. It's funny how Johnny comments how maybe River's into you, and V just doubts Johnny's words. Love how the first kid asks River if I'm his girlfriend. also wow like oof both the second parts of Judy and River's quest are SUPER fucked UP!! oof like i stopped doing first person mode on the braindances for those quests as soon as i could, just made me too uncomfortable seeing that in first person.

DRIVING IN THE GAME IS BAD! nowhere is it more apparent than the sinnerman quest, which took me 3 times to get the driving section done, as cars spawned out of nowhere to hit me. Then when you restart, there is a bunch of dialogue it doesn't let you fast forward through. The rest of the Sinnerman questline is interesting. My V took every option to tell the dude that he was messed up, and what he was doing was wrong. idk, I was surprised how much dialogue there was that let you buy into his whole "forgiveness thing" and how there wasn't any real dialogue to call him the fuck out, that in seeking forgiveness he continues to do harm both emotional to the mother of the man he killed, but also that he got the husband killed via cop. The later follow up quest, I told him that what he is doing is crazy, studio is just going to profit off this vid. Then I refused to join him prayer, and told him fuck no i wasn't going to hammer him to the cross, or even watch. Yes, the man is scared of dying, and the corporation is exploiting him, but he keeps creating burdens for others.  I think the discussion on this quest will be interesting to read, it's definitely my own personal experience with religion coloring my view. Anyway back to a main quest, yeah i don't trust Placide, especially in that scene where he grabs my hand, then jacks in. I ran off to do most of the sidequests here and got some criticism from him. I do love how in the cinema the western movie switches to a mission brief as the netwatch agent talks. its a fun enviromental detail.  I took the netwatch offer, i don't think he's being fully honest with me, but he didn't put a virus in my head. As I told Placide later, I didn't pick a side. I like how you can then talk with the agent, who is a fan of Western movies, b/c they show "a simpler time where all good guys carry badges" :eyeroll:, and then V recommends Unforgiven, which from the wiki summary goes against that theme.

Looks like the Voodoo boys all got killed by Netwatch, but I as revenge for them trying to set me up I'm fine with it. Honestly after speaking with ai!Alt I don’t believe their plan of trying to be on good relations with AI would work. 

doing the johnny flashback 2, and wow Johnny really is an asshole. Like I had gotten so used to him in side missions I forgot how self centered and unlikable he was.You constantly get prompts to drink or do drugs, which I ignored. But i do love the goth/punk love Rogue and others have.

lol i called it, when Hellman said that the engram would seek to override the host, put V on the engram. I really like how as the relic malfunctions, you wind up in the chair with a cigarette, which you can either smoke and say you are turning into Johnny or throw away. My dialogue "your problem is the ends justify the means", which is true!!! He and Rogue detonated a nuke downtown, does anyone know that, and like ask Rogue about it????

(Funny you can ask Rouge about Johnny silverhand, over the phone, then the game bugs out and spawns her npc where you are. She doens't say much about the nuke, but she does say no one trusts you for jobs). The line of no one trusting you for jobs is pretty funny at level 46 street cred where im at “respected” status. really loving the family atmosphere at River's 3rd quest. Also his big strong arms, and the fact he is no longer a cop. I totally let the kids win, and wow the family dinner where they GRILL YOU over the relationship and try to set the two of you up, then the water tower scene!!!!! I don't love the first person sex cutscenes but they do have personality. I'm glad afterwards you got to tell River about the biochip and that you might die. Because he's so far removed from your personal plot. So I took that option to back out of a relationship.

I do love that you wake up with "river's tanktop" that says "fuck the police" It actually has extremely good armor stats, so thats what I'll wear now.

panam 3rd quest, when shes like why did you help me, I'm like "because it's important to you". Basically the closest you can get to "when a friend asks for help you help them", which as an ex-nomad backstory I really choose the nomad options when ever i can Paralezes quest part 2! I love the piano song but I always think of it as ocean's 11 music. It's also fun to see the computer and see Judy recommended you for the first quest. The emails talk about "forgetting" to hire a staffer, on the balocony a strange antennia was scannable, the color of the roses was remembered wrong...  lol guess i was right with those giant wall screens. Its fun environmental details that spell things out before you can notice, and it ties into some other quests where people's behavior is being altered. Actually, this quest "Dream On" I love it! For a while I've been like "wheres the illuminati conspiracy! Here it IS! I chose to follow Elisabeth's wishes and not tell her husband he was being brainwashed. In best case they program him to forget again, in worst case he ends up dead. The gaslighting Elisabeth described is CHILLING, her husband describes a vacation she can't remember and she doesn't know whose memories have been messed with. On your way to the plaza you get a call from someone/something that says the know exactly WHAT you are, any you black out!!! It's such a great feeling of helplessness that you're just one person in a world so big that you can't fight every power. As Johnny said, could be a corporation, could be a rogue ai, either way Jefferson is fucked (and so are you).

#cyberpunk 2077 #mac plays video games #a lot of this journaling i do #so in a few years i can look back #and see my first impressions

[asherranceoftheheart]

Icarus Falls - Ch. I - What A Wonderful World!

Story Summary: “You'll never leave me alone right?" "You think I'd actually let you go?"

A story about the slow descent and corruption of a lonely man, a demon who learns that bonds go both ways, brothers who deeply regrets their words spoken out of anger, and a conflicted man watching them all fall down from the distance. Here's a Puppet!Chase AU that was written with extreme self-indulgence so beware and read the tags before entering.

Chapter Summary: It’s Sad Chase Hours, my friends! (:( Pairing/s: None, Platonic Character/s: Jack McLoughlin, Chase Brody, Antisepticeye, Mentions of Other Septic Egos Genre: Angst Chapter Warning/s: Creepy!Anti, Self-Deprecating Thoughts (Thoughts like I’m not as good as the others, etc.), Sadness (Archive Of Our Own Edition) Note/s: If you wanna get tagged in this fic just tell me lmao. Also I’d advise the people who has an AO3 account to follow and subscribe to this fic there cause it’ll be easier to get notifications that I’ve updated the story. Oh and Jack McLoughlin is basically NOT Sean. He’s based on him but his motivations, personality, and etc. are different. So I guess please consider him as like another Septic Ego?

Nearly an entire year has passed ever since his best friend had been rushed into this hospital and was declared to be under a comatose state without showing any sign that he was going to be waking up soon. The chemically clean smell of the hospital that originally made him sick now barely affected him. Don’t get him wrong, he still hated the smell but when you’re here every three days it stops affecting you and is basically just a part of the background like the constant beeping of the heart monitor that originally drove him rather mad.

He held Jack’s thin hand, pressing the cold palm against his cheek and closed his blurring eyes.

“I miss you so much…” Chase choked on the heavy, bitter tar of sadness clinging to the inside of his throat and the wire of thorns made out of his guilt constricting suffocatingly around his bleeding heart. “I should be the one in your place, not you… I’m the weakest, most useless one among all of us. It shouldn’t have been you.”

The stinging burn of his tears welled up in his closed eyes and he furiously blinked them away even as his body heaved with dry sobs.

Pathetic…

While all the others are out there trying to find the cure to help Jack wake up from his coma, he was stuck here moping around, constantly crying like a little crybaby…

Powerless, useless, waste of space Chase…

He snapped out of his self-deprecating thoughts when he felt something squeeze his hand lightly. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought he was just imagining the action out of desperation. He looked at Jack’s sleeping face and humorlessly smiled. Somehow, even when the man was in the depths of his coma, Jack always knew whenever he wasn’t being kind to himself. When he was awake, he’d just painlessly whap him on his back or shoulders before pulling him into a tight hug to murmur against his hair that he’s going to be okay and that whatever mean thing he was telling himself wasn’t true.

“Hey! Don’t think of yourself that way, Chaser. If it weren’t for you nobody’d be dragging Henrik off to sleep or to eat something for the entire day and would’ve just kept on working regardless of how much he was already suffering. Jackie wouldn’t have anyone to chill and relax with when he’s trying to take a break from his superhero job to remind him that he’s human and he needs to rest too. Nobody would be dragging Marvin, screaming and spitting like a cat, out of his stuffy bedroom to enjoy the day outside and to be nicer to others rather than continuing his foot in mouth syndrome. You’re important to us Chasey so please, please never think of yourself that way.”

He could still hear Jack’s voice pleading with him while he used those silvery blue eyes to melt most of his self-doubt and self-hatred away… At least for the time being.

Chase laid his cheek on his crossed arms on top of the bed and he held Jack’s hand tightly as if he was afraid that the comatose man would disappear if he wasn’t watching over him carefully. The effects of sleepless nights, repeating extremely vivid nightmares, and the constant emotional and mental torment from Him finally took its toll on the weary man. A wave of exhaustion poured over his entire body and he could feel his eyelids being weighed down by fatigue.

He drifted off to sleep in mere seconds.

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A hand was squeezing his cheeks and pulling them apart. Chase grumbled and attempted to turn over to the other side to escape the menace who was snickering at his futile attempts.

“Good morning Chasey Wasey,” he heard Jack coo at him mockingly in a tone used to humor babies. He hissed angrily when he felt a hand ruffling his bed hair furiously making it even worse than usual. “Time to wakey and facey the day, sunshine!”

“Fuck off, Jack,” Chase grunted as he pulled up the blankets to cover his face and swatted the hand that tried to squeeze his cheeks again.

His only warning was a sigh before someone was suddenly jumping on him and laying their entire body weight on the previously sleepy man. His eyes snapped open just as his blanket was forcefully pulled down and a pair of hands with wriggling fingers began to attack his ticklish sides. Chase began to squeal like a pig and squirmed like a worm trying to escape the smirking Jack’s trap while he howled with laughter.

“Jahahahahahack! Stahahahahahap!” Chase began to curse the snickering man who ruthlessly kept dancing and digging his fingers up and down the cursing-laughing man’s sensitive sides to hear him scream.

“Awwww, why should I? Look at you, you’re having so much fun right now!” Jack grinned down at the rapidly growing red face. “Coochie coochie coo!”

The older man only took mercy on Chase after his laughter had evolved into soundless screaming and he looked like he just stopped breathing with how hard he was laughing. Jack chuckled and rolled off the panting man’s body to flump over, spread-eagled to his other side. He draped an arm over Chase’s face and snickered when he shoved it away with an irritated grunt.

“You… are… a… motherfucker,” Chase huffed out every word with a hiss, righteous vengeance burning in those teary baby blue eyes that had Jack internally adding to his mental notes to watch out for the upcoming revenge from the other man. “I’m… going… to… fucking… kill you.”

He propped himself up on an arm and teasingly poked Chase’s soft, flushed cheek with a grin.

“Is that any way to talk to your father, young man?” Jack dropped his voice in a teasing mockery of a stern father’s loving but scolding voice.

Chase rolled his eyes and gave Jack a look that could wither up an entire tree in three seconds.

“I didn’t realize you signed up for my child support, Dad,” Chase narrowed his eyes dangerously and sassed him back with a sickly sweet smile and a voice dripping with poisoned honey. “I’m sure Marvin would be very interested to find out about this little fact.”

This time it was Jack’s turn to shudder and look at the younger man with a little bit of fear. They both knew that if Marvin ever heard of their little jokes, he was not going to leave Jack in peace. That magician was determined to have Jack take responsibility as their ‘parent’ despite the fact that trying to get that legally acknowledged is going to be a piece of hell to explain. Not that that matters to Marvin of course. The prideful man could out-stubborn even a rock.

Jack pouted and Chase’s smile widened. This was definitely a win for Chase.

He smacked his palm over the little bastard’s smug face and yelped and gave Chase a disgusted look when he felt him lick his palm. He snagged his own hand away and wiped the saliva off his shirt while Chase sat up trying to pat down his fluffed up hair that was flying all over the place.

“You literally don’t know where this hand has been, you little shit.” Jack told Chase who arched an eyebrow at him and looked him dead in the eyes, no sign of regret or remorse over his previous action.

“What? Are you one of those crusty dirty bastards who never washed their hands when they go to the bathroom? Are you a crusty, dirty old man, Jack?” Chase taunted his creator who snapped and pounced on him to lock his head under his arms while he noogied his creation. “I’m going to tell Henrik you’re one of those dirty bastards and then you’ll get five hours worth of lecture for your crusty ass!”

“No you fucking won’t or I’ll tell Henrik that you haven’t been eating anything else other than Mac and Cheese for dinner for the past week just because he said that it wasn’t healthy for you and you, the complete child you are, decided to spite him because you said quote that Henrik is not the boss of you end quote.” Jack growled back at the other man who was still trying to pull his head out of his armlock.

Jack smirked victoriously when Chase stopped squirming and looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

“... Truce?” Chase finally decided after a few minutes of their stubborn staring contest. He was pouting sulkily.

Jack snorted and gave Chase’s hair another ruffle before he finally let him go, “Truce. Anyway, get your ass up. We’re supposed to be meeting the others for lunch outside today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chase grumbled but the next words still came out as easily as breathing to him. “Love you, bro.”

The words albeit it had been grumbled out was still painfully sincere. It lit up Jack’s weary face with a fond smile. He pulled Chase into a big hug and buried his face into that fluffy brown hair.

“Yeah… Love you too, Chaser.”

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“...dy? Mister Brody, visitation hours are done,” Chase slowly, reluctantly stirred from the peaceful dream that he tried with all his might to never wake from.

He didn’t want to wake back up into the cold reality where he had to face that he was all alone and carrying what felt like the entire world on his aching back. He wanted to stay in that memory where his family was by his side and his closest friend and brother would be there to shake him awake ready to greet him with a smile and a lively spark in his eyes. However, he knew that he couldn’t postpone reality any further and he also knew that Jack and the others wouldn’t want to lose him to the world of bittersweet memories. There was no need to add one more unimportant baggage with another comatose friend to the other’s stress.

Chase forced himself to open his eyes and his hand was still loosely being squeezed by Jack in his sleep. That was the only reaction they ever got from him. He hoped that the others at least read his messages reporting Jack’s ‘progress’ over the past months. It’d be nice to try and be optimistic in believing that this means that Jack was slowly regaining his strength again.

“Good evening, Mister Brody,” Chase sat up at the sound of the familiar voice. He rubbed the crud made from sleep from his eyes to blink up at one of the doctors that had been assigned to care for Jack.

The man had neatly cut auburn hair, freckles dusting his pretty face like a night sky full of stars, and a pair of kind grey eyes. Doctor Adam often allows him to stay a bit later than usual for visitation hours, probably out of pity especially whenever he sees his god awful face.

“Evening Doc,” Chase muttered with a rough voice and glanced at the clock. He let out a groan and rubbed a hand down his face when he saw that the clock’s hands were pointing at nine o’clock. “Thanks for giving me an additional hour, Doc.”

The man just patted his shoulder and gazed at his comatose patient’s blank face. If one didn’t know better, they would think that Jack was merely in a deep sleep.

“You slept the entire day away since you came in before lunch. Have you been getting any sleep on your own, Mister Brody?” The gentle inquiry made Chase wince as he thought about his sleep schedule or rather to be more accurate, the complete lack of it. “Please try to get some rest by yourself. Nobody would be happy if you were to follow after your brother’s footsteps into this hospital.”

Chase sighed and rubbed a thumb on the back of Jack’s hand. It’s not like he can tell the doctor that sleeping peacefully and living well is not an option in a household where you have to deal with a demon who follows your every step, save for when he comes to this hospital, to torment you and push you around. Thank fuck Marvin used a powerful warding spell on this place before he and Jamie vanished on a trip to find a spell that could wake Jack up. He did ask his older brother why he couldn’t use the same spell around the house but Marvin explained that the hospital is connected to a powerful leyline so the spell is automatically powered to be kept up without his influence. The house doesn’t have the same advantage.

He understood his brother’s explanation and dismissed his own suggestion. He didn’t want to take up too much of Marvin’s energy when he should be focusing it on more important things. Marvin gave him one of his rare hugs and thanked him for his understanding before he was off. Jamie followed after him but not before staying back a bit longer to talk to him.

“Are you truly sure that you will be alright by yourself?” Jameson furrowed his brows as he asked his older brother. Chase plastered on a convincing smile and gave the youngest ego a hug before letting him go.

“Take care of our stubborn big brother. He’s a bit prickly but since you both have the soul bond he’s more likely to listen to you and be nicer to you. Keep yourselves out of trouble, okay?” Chase stood up on his toes to kiss Jameson on his forehead before gently pushing him towards the direction Marvin left. “Go. Don’t worry your head about me. I’ll be fine. You guys would be going through more dangerous tasks than I do.”

Jameson looked like he wanted to say something before he must have thought it wasn’t worth the effort before he gave him one last squeeze and a kiss dropped down on the crown of Chase’s head before he ran off to follow their magician.

He hasn’t heard anything from them in months but Chase knew that they were fine. If Anti had captured them, he would’ve been gloating about their unfortunate fate day in and day out into Chase’s ears.

“I’ll try to take care of myself, Doc.” He returned his mind back to the present and gave the concerned doctor a small smile. “You’re right. Nobody would want me to follow Jack here.”

‘At least… not yet,’ Chase’s dull eyes dimmed further at the dark whisper of his mind.

He stretched his arms out and faked a big yawn to hide the dullness of his eyes that were only accented by the dark raccoon-like black bags circling them. Chase stood up, gently prying Jack’s hand from his own, and leaned over to brush his chapped lips against the cold skin of his forehead. Sometimes, his morbid thoughts would rear in and tell him that he was basically caring for Jack’s corpse at this point. He brushed away his brother’s growing bangs from his thin face.

“His hair’s getting pretty long,” Chase idly commented as he twirled a brown lock around his pinky finger. “We should trim it soon.”

“We should,” he heard Doctor Adam walk behind him and grab his shoulder with a firm squeeze. “You look exhausted, Chase. Are you sure you’ll be fine going home on your own?”

The fussing from the other man painfully reminded Chase of the times Henrik would nag him over his health. He’d often tell him to call him or one of the other guys to come pick him up if he was too tired from his shoots to drive home on his own.

Poor Henrik… Ever since That Day, he had gone missing, probably spirited away by the demon that was tormenting all of them. Jackie followed soon after telling them tersely that he’s not coming back until he finds the other half of his soul bond. He did tell them to call him or text him if they managed to find a solution to Jack’s coma or if they found Henrik but other than that he had been ghosting them (or well, Chase) since he left. Chase wondered if the second leader of the group managed to find any other clues about Henrik other than that time when He managed to take over Jack’s tumblr to post the taunting images of a vacation postcard that grew bloodier and glitchier with every post edit before it was erased from existence as if it had never been there in the first place. He sent Marvin and Jackie messages about what happened but he has no way of knowing if they saw it or even believed him.

“I’ll be fine. I took a cab coming here,” Chase shrugged off the warm hand from his shoulder and pushed past the unresisting taller man’s body, “It’s getting late. I won’t get you into more trouble for letting me stay past visiting hours again.”

“You look like you’re only getting your good night’s sleep here and it’s not like you’re disturbing our patient,” Adam scratched the back of his head and gazed at the tired slump of Chase’s shoulders. “Be careful on your way home and please get something to eat… You haven’t eaten anything the entire day.”

Chase wisefully didn’t say that he hasn’t been having that much of an appetite to eat anything for the past months. Everything just tasted like cardboard in his mouth and it was taking him more energy to get food down into his stomach than any other activity. He still forces himself to try and eat something three times a day despite his lack of appetite. After all, you can’t hide extreme weight loss in a recorded video easily unlike the makeup he would expertly use to hide the black bags around his eyes. He does have to care for his body or else the community would notice that something was wrong.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll eat something when I get home.” He waved off the doctor’s concerns and inclined his head towards Jack. “Bye Jackaboy… I’ll see you in three days.”

He looked back at the doctor who was now checking his patient’s numbers to see if there was anything they should be worried about or if there had been any positive change.

“Doc, please keep taking good care of my big brother.”

“Of course, you take care of yourself as well, Mister Brody.”

With one final glance at his brother’s face, he turned around and mustered up all the flimsy strength in his heart to prepare himself for the war that will greet him when he returned to that house.

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Chase paid the cab driver his fare and gave him a nice tip for the smooth drive. Before he exited the cab, he bade the old man farewell and wished him a safe drive. He slid out of the car and closed the door behind him, watching the cab disappear off into the distance then told himself that he can’t keep putting the upcoming event off. He deeply breathed in, his lungs expanding with the chill of the evening breeze before letting it out slowly through his nose to calm his racing heart.

He looked up into the darkened windows of the house, the lack of light giving it a more ominous look even before he caught sight of a pair of green eyes watching him from the windows on the second floor. There was unrestrained delight in those eyes as they relished in the sight of his obvious fear and internal conflict that kept him from moving his frozen legs to enter the house.

“Stop being such a wuss, Chase,” he whispered to himself as he swallowed around the lump in his throat and forced his shaking legs to walk up to the front door.

He unlatched the collection of keys swaying from its place on his front belt loop and flipped through them before coming to a stop on the front door key. He fumbled with it, trying to stall for more time, and inserted the item into the keyhole. The man hesitated for a second, knowing just what awaited him behind that door before he gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn the key. The click of the lock opening sounded like the bell that would sound for one’s death. He pulled the key out and reached over to wrap his sweaty hand around the ice cold steel surface of the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

The pitch darkness of the hallway made him feel small and helpless to whatever lurks within its shadows. He resisted the urge screaming at him to turn around and run back to the hospital with his tail tucked between his legs. He dug his nails in his palms, forming faint crescents, before he stepped inside the dark house and closed the door behind him. The hair behind his neck rose along with the goosebumps on his arms. Someone was watching him.

The feeling of being watched has grown worse now that he stood all alone in the dark. It was as if His eyes were everywhere, focusing their unblinking gaze upon his shaking form. He leaned back against the closed front door and fumbled blindly for the lock. He already has enough in his own plate dealing with the being lurking in this house that he doesn’t want to deal with impromptu home invasions. He switched the lock up.

“... I’m back,” he doesn’t know why he kept doing this even though he knew that only one person (and it was his most disliked and feared person at that) would be there to listen. His words carried through the still air of the house and Chase grimaced when he heard the previously subtle static grow louder as He approached.

He shook his head and gathered up the shattered pieces of his courage and journeyed on to the kitchen. While he doesn’t have the appetite, he could still make do with a sandwich or two for food. He’d flick on whatever light switch he’d encounter on his way to the kitchen and he began to lose some of the tension in his muscles as the dark house soon brightened up. Don’t get him wrong. He’d never fully turn off his guard while he’s outside of the hospital’s warded boundaries but light always had a way of easing some of his worries and burning away a little bit of that fear.

When he reached the kitchen, he headed straight for the cupboard to grab a box full of teabags to get a kettle started up. He used whatever flavor his hand could snag from the box first before putting the other teabags back in the cupboard. Then he walked over to the fridge and opened its door to look at his selection of food.

Normally, if this had been the past and he had the energy and enthusiasm, he would’ve been cooking homemade food because it was his favorite activity other than filming videos and trickshots, playing the piano, or doodling or sketching something that caught his interest. However, it’s been a while since he did any of those hobbies. He didn’t really have any room in his energy output to be able to invest some time in his own passions.

Most of what was inside the fridge delivered fast food and a rare takeout box. Occasionally he’d get the energy to eat outside since he was sick of the silence of the house but that happens probably twice or thrice a month.

He wasn’t in the mood for anything especially heavy so he chose the club sandwich that came with his ordered salad a week ago. He gave it a careful sniff and shrugged when it smelled pretty normal.

When he closed the fridge’s door, he didn’t react to His sudden appearance behind it.

“Hello, little Brody,” the demon purred, His creepy inhumane wide smile stretching out further until it looked like it was about to split His face apart when He saw his hand tightly gripping his sandwich. “Did you have fun visiting Jack today?”

Chase swallowed the biting words ‘Don’t say his name’ down his throat to let it sit heavily in his stomach. He found that the best way to cope with the demon’s presence was to ignore Him and give Him no attention until He grows bored of you for the rest of the day. It’s not a perfect tactic. Sometimes it angers Him and Chase is left with new bruises covering up the side of his back that makes it difficult to sit in a hard chair but he made do. He turned around without looking back at the smiling demon and returned to the whistling kettle. The strong fragrance of peppermint filled the room and its scent lessened some of Chase’s drowsiness. He turned off the heat and poured himself a cup of tea before going to the living room.

“Still ignoring me, Chaser?” The high pitched giggles grated on Chase’s nerves and ears but he determinedly pretended that nobody was shadowing his steps, blowing little puffs of cold air behind his neck. He gritted his teeth and stopped his twitching arm from spinning him around and striking Him on the face. That would just encourage Him to retaliate.

He hastened his brisk pace and placed the cup of scalding tea on the table before collapsing on the couch. He reached out to grab the remote control of the TV from the table before turning it on and navigated the screen to Netflix. He decided to continue watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and maybe even bring some cheer to himself. His dull blue eyes never wavered from the screen in spite of the intent, sneering gaze burning a hole through him coming from the side. He only leaned over to pick up the mug that was still smoking hot.

“Have you finally received any notice from the cowardly magician and fake hero that they’ve actually read your messages or are they still pretending that you have no important information to tell them?” The demon crooned, His poisonous words managing to directly hit all of the weak points of Chase’s insecurities.

His hand tightened around the mug's handle. He felt Him shuffle closer almost until their arms were touching together.

Ignore Him Chase. Ignore Him. He’s just taunting you. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. You know His games. You’ve been playing it since December last year. He is lying to you. Do not believe His lies.

“Leaving you with no way of contacting them for emergencies, ignoring all of your calls and messages… One would think that you’re just an unimportant nuisance to them,” He giggled, He was so close now that Chase could feel the static that clung to His presence teasingly sparking up against the skin of his arms. “Such loyal and loving brothers you have there, Chaser.”

He suddenly grew hyper aware of  the heaviness of his phone that had been stuck in his front pocket for the entire day. He didn’t power up the thing ever since he woke up this morning until he was sitting in the taxi cab on the way back. He texted Marvin and Jackie’s number to give them the weekly updates on Jack even if there hasn’t been any change at all. He began to type out that He has been haunting him and stared down at that part of the message with a blank gaze before he erased the parts mentioning how he was actually doing and just said that he’s been fine if not a bit tired.

Sometimes, when Chase was feeling a bit selfish, he wished that they would send him back something, even if it’s just the single letter K to tell him that they’ve been reading his messages. Originally, he told them about his daily nightmares about Him and how He was starting to show His presence around him but the lack of replies felt… cold and uncaring. It felt like he was annoying them about his complaints and should just suck it up. It wasn’t like He was kidnapping him or anything.

So he stopped. He only texted them now for reports on Jack’s state.

His head was beginning to hurt, more specifically the side of his head was beginning to hurt like a bitch. Ah. He was getting too emotional.

He bit down on his tongue, the pain snapped him out of the emotional downhill he was starting to fall into and to stop him from snapping at the demon and defend his brothers from the lies that He was spewing from His grinning mouth.

“Stubborn, so stubborn… You do know that everyone considers you as the weakest link of the group right?” Chase felt the shivers run up and down his spine when those ghostly fingers began to brush the top of his hair. “Poor useless, powerless little brother… You lost the only person who stood by your side while the others who swore to be your brothers abandoned you, left you to face the monster all on your own.”

Chase abruptly stood up, the mug that was filled with tea that had gone cold fell over to the floor as his loosened grip let go of it, the sound of his racing heartbeat roaring in his ears while he tried to ignore the demented cackling coming from his tormentor. His words kept bouncing around his head and in a futile attempt to forget it, he held up the ruined sandwich that he had unknowingly crushed in his hand and tore into it.

“You can’t run away from the truth, Chaser.” He crooned right next to his ears, His dark presence loomed over his shaking body. “I truly do wonder if the others would actually come to your rescue if you cried for their help?”

Chase looked down at the remaining pieces of the sandwich in his hand and at the feel of cold tea on his feet.

His sandwich tasted like ash in his mouth.

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Chase ran his fingers through his wet hair and walked out of the shower, wiping off his wet feet on the bathroom mat so that he won’t accidentally slip and crack his skull on the toilet. Knowing Him, He’d probably just laugh His ass off at his own stupidity and then the last thing that he would see would be that demon’s grinning face. That would be a shitty end to an already shitty life.

When he said that the hospital was the only safe place in the world against Him, he was sort of lying. For someone as creepy as He was, He still doesn’t invade the bathroom space especially when he’s taking a bath so that’s one place he can have some temporary peace whatsoever. It’s not that everything stops when he’s in there. Like…

Chase looked at the mirror and saw that he was crying tears of blood again. He reaches up, wiping the crimson liquid away from his cheeks, feeling the squish of the blood on his fingers, and spreads the mess all over his face. However, when he looked down he already knew what sight was waiting for him.

His fingers were clean.

When he looked back up into the mirror, there was not a shred of evidence that blood had been streaming down his cheeks a few seconds ago.

It was sickeningly funny in a fucked up way how such a thing that would’ve incited extreme panic attacks and mental breakdowns in the beginning barely fazed him anymore. He squeezed his dry fingers together and sighed. After all, there were worse things to panic about other than illusory tears of blood at this point in his life.

After their little one-sided conversation in the living room, Chase decided to take out his airpods and plug them up to his ears while he cleaned up the mess his tea made on the floor and finished up the remaining tea on the kettle and his smushed up sandwich. He could see Him snickering at his valiant attempts of ignoring Him at the corner of his eyes but Chase just averted his sight and began singing loudly to the lyrics of the songs screaming against his ears. Once he chugged down his tea, forced the tasteless sandwich down his throat, and cleaned up his mess, he dragged himself upstairs and decided to go for a hot shower before going to ‘sleep’.

The heat was both a comfort and a hit on the face about how this entire bullshit situation was the reality that he has to live with. A comatose best friend, a missing brother, a demon haunting nearly every second of his day poking at every raw wound of insecurity in his psyche, and a bunch of distant brothers who were too busy with their own respective tasks to listen to him… A tiny part of him wanted the ex-wife and children in his backstory to be real so that he could at least worry about something else other than the supernatural stuff but the bigger part of him wasn’t cruel enough to wish this messed up situation on anyone just because he wanted to feel a little less lonely.

He stepped out of his shower once his skin turned slightly red from the temperature of the water. No doubt he’s going to feel the rawness and sensitivity of his skin in the morning if he wasn’t feeling emptier than usual but for now, he just didn’t care. He changed into an oversized clean blue shirt and black shorts after he finished drying his hair with a towel and walked out into his bedroom.

The place was what you would frankly call a Mess. Dirty clothes formed into small mountains all around the corners of the room, a bunch of dirty mugs and plates sat on the table, his laptop in sleep mode settled on top of his unmade bed, and a trashcan full of empty packets of chips and snacks that he couldn’t be bothered to take out. Chase looked around his room and could just imagine Henrik or Jack’s fussing over him and the mess. They’d drag him out of his bed and help him clean out his room or get some sunshine.

God… He missed them so much…

He trudged over to his bed and replaced his laptop over to the floor. He slipped under the sheets and crossed his arms under his head while he stared up into the dark ceiling of his room. He could feel His gaze staring right at him, watching him do nothing if not for the sole purpose of reminding him that he’s not alone.

…

Would it be fucked up if he said that some part of him was glad that He was there? Save for the people in the hospital and his other absent brothers, everybody thought that he was Jack. He couldn’t let it be known that the man was in a comatose state as that would just bring more questions than reasonable answers that they could answer with. He has to pretend to be him in front of the public because nobody needs Chase but a lot of people need Jack.

The demon was the only one outside of the hospital to acknowledge that he was Chase and it’s so disgustingly, pathetically refreshing to him. He was the only one who ever calls him by his name now and it helps him remember that he wasn’t Jack, he could never be Jack.

Maybe after all this is over… If he’s still alive by then, he’ll dye his hair an outrageous color again so that nobody would ever make the mistake of calling him Jack.

“Oh Chaser~” He hates that the nickname that held such fond memories for him was now tainted by the eight months of hearing it being hissed out with mockery by the demon who couldn’t help but ruin everything that previously made him so happy. “Still giving me the cold shoulder while you’re about to sleep? How rude.”

Chase closed his eyes and turned over to lay on his stomach and bury his face into his pillows. He felt the side of the bed dip as He sat on it. Still, he feigned deafness to the sound of static popping and hissing in his ears while he tried to force himself to go to sleep. He felt his entire body tense when a painfully familiar hand started to play with his hair in the same way as Jack often did to him in the past.

“You’re lucky I’m in an indulging mood today, Chaser,” His voice dropped while His static grew louder. The hand that had been gently playing with his hair suddenly tugged on the strands while claws threateningly grazed his scalp. “On any normal day, I wouldn’t have stood for such disrespect.”

The healing bruises all over his body twinged at the same time while he listened to those words.

‘I know,’ Chase thought numbly. ‘I know that very well.’

The touch lightened once more now that He had delivered His message effectively. As those fingers glided down his hair to massage the weak spot behind his neck, he couldn’t resist melting against those hands. Unconsciously, he had moved his body closer to the gentle touches that his body has been craving for months. He wanted to laugh at the sad fact that the only physical contact he has felt over the past year came from the demon who also hurt him every single day. He heard Him chuckle as he chased His touch greedily.

“There, there, big brother’s here with you now,” Chase shuddered as He impeccably imitated Jack’s loving tone, tears springing up from behind his closed lids when he couldn’t stop the wounded whine that just escaped him. “Shh… You’re tired aren’t you, Chase? Go to sleep. I’ll keep you company for the night.”

He should be fighting this. He shouldn’t be taking any fake comfort from the demon… But he wasn’t strong enough like the others and he was so, so lonely... So they’ll forgive him if he gave in just a few times right?

“You think too much,” Chase sniffled at the perfect copy of the way Jack would express his fond exasperation while helping him go back to sleep after one of those terrible nightmares.

It hurts. It hurts that this feels like his big brother never left but he knew perfectly well that this was just another cruel game He was playing with him.

“Goodnight, Chaser,” He whispered into his ears while He continued to pet his head.

“Goodnight… Jack.”

#jacksepticeye #writersofjack #chase brody #antisepticeye #jack mcloughlin #Icarus Falls!AU #tw blood #tw hospital #tw coma #angst #hurt no comfort #creepy anti

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FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020 

PROMPT: Playing Games Together

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adult!Colonnello & Adult!Verde

SUMMARY:

Among Us AU but it’s a free for all where everyone is an impostor, and the game lasts until there’s only one left standing, or the space ship blows up on your face because it’s falling apart.

TAG WARNING: Swearing

WORDS: 725

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The noises of the space ship falling apart sounds oddly in a rhythmic fashion, like he was swallowed by a breathing living monster.

Colonnello roams its cold, dark hallways, careful not to make any noise. Reborn is still out there somewhere, and god knows what he’s up to after the last devious plan he came up with Lal.

Thankfully Lal was the one to die, but the bleeding gash on his side is a reminder of what a close-call it was.

That evil bastard. Colonnello will enjoy tearing him apart slowly.

A message from Verde pops on the screen.

Reborn might be in the room around the corner. Be careful.

Colonnello grins, and presses himself against the wall. He takes the turn once he makes sure the cost is clear. He swings the door open.

The flight of bullets doesn’t come, but of course Reborn is smarter than that. He peers inside the dark storage room, that smells like a trap waiting its victim if he ever smelled one.

He should wait for Verde before investigating further. But he’s running out of time, and if he’s going down he doesn’t want it to be because of something as lame as blood loss.

The door slams shut behind him, distinctively locking itself. Colonnello whips around.

“Fuck!”

He tugs on the handle, kicks and punches even if he knows it won’t do anything.

Good new is, Reborn doesn’t seem to be locked inside with him.

Bad new is, it means he still needs to determine what kind of trap is about to close on him.

“Don’t bother,” a voice comes from behind the door, “this is where you’re going to die.”

Colonnello gapes. “Verde, you son of a—” He bangs on the door even more vigorously, his wound be damned. “Open the door right now!”

“It has to be done.”

“We were a team, you traitor!”

“You’re only going to be a liability against Reborn. And I don't only mean your wound.”

Colonnello rolls his eyes so hard they could as well have stayed stuck. He kicks the door like a petulant child. “She said she was pregnant.”

Verde scoffs. “And you believed her.”

“Fuck off, we have a really healthy sex life, alright? Don’t make me go into the details.”

“God forbid. Now don’t you worry about a thing, you’ll only suffer a little.”

Colonnello tenses. He scrutinizes the room slowly, not wanting to be caught off guard.

Maybe he can fight off whatever is about to come. And then he could still kick these two’s asses so hard they’ll never be able to sit again.

A splash sound draws his attention, and the time for him to realize what’s happening the water has risen all the way to his ankles already.

Really?

“Really? You’re going to drown me? Motherfucker, you think yourself funny?”

“You were of great use to me Colonnello,” Verde says, in a solemn voice that almost sounds sad. “You’ll join your Not-Pregnant, Not-Wife soon, be at peace.”

Colonnello tries to hold back his laugh as best he can at that. It’s his big moment, he has to go down with style.

“You would have never got that far without me,” he screams. “I hope Reborn will rip your cold dead heart out of your chest.”

Colonnello fights the door as long as he can, which isn’t long at all. The blood loss makes him dizzy, drains all of his strength.

Soon he can’t stand up anymore, and slides down the door.

The water reaches his collarbones, his neck, swallows him under entirely. Colonnello closes his eyes, lets it in through his mouth and nose.

Time to join his Not-Pregnant, Not-Wife, at long last.

His helmet beeps, switches on again, a green screen welcoming him with words written on it.

Game over, you lost. Please join the morgue until the end of the game.

Colonnello huffs. He takes off his helmet, and of course he’s in Verde’s room.

He’d won too if he could trap the others in a technologically improved room. Those two are such cheaters.

Colonnello will get them for sure in the next round.

But for now he feels like bitching about the game with the others in Luce’s room. And takes off this ridiculous, mandatory jumpsuit.

Verde and Reborn always take forever to take each other out anyway.

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I know exactly nothing about Among Us, except for the tumblr posts that found their way to my feed lol.

Thank you for reading. Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #khr colonnello #khr verde #playing games together #colonnello & verde #among us au #virtual reality yeahhh! #cleaning up the mansion after #a lot less yeahhh lmao

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CherryDust. [Starker]

Murray smiles, greeting the audience, “Thank you! Thank you, you’re really too kind,” he says, taking his seat in the iconic velvet chair.

“Today we have the honor of having Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers on today’s show!” Murray beams as the crowd goes wild, whooping and cheering, Murray winks at the camera as he begins again, “Please, put your hands together, for what I think might be the most influential band of this generation!”

The sideline band plays the Murray Franklin jingle as Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers emerge from backstage, blowing kisses and throwing up peace signs. The crowd eats it up, losing their minds over the boys. Murray gives them all sort of half-hugs as they take their seats.

Finally the crowd dies down a bit. “Boys!” Murray greets, “It’s been so long since we’ve had you on the show,” Murray starts, exaggerating his motions, “Last time we had you on you all were about 16, right?”

Peter smiles politely, “Actually, Steve was 17.” Murray nods, “Yes, of course, and although we’re so happy to have you on the show, and of course we all love you, we have to talk about the recent drama going on between you and a rival band- ElectricDust.”

The crowd boos at the name, once thought of as few boys skipping supper with their family and refusing to go to church, now associated with drugs and statism, sex before marriage and cuss words.

Peter giggles, “They’re not much of a problem, Murray. They’re just a bunch of little boys thinking that if they behave badly enough, they’ll get somewhere.”

“They’re mongrels.” T’challa laughs. The audience laughs along with him. Murray chuckles, “Yes, but what are your thoughts on their new song ‘Rotten Cherry’? People are speculating it’s about your band, Peter.”

Peter fakes a smile, “I don’t think I’ve heard it, Murray.” He turns to his band-mates, “Have you guys heard it?” They all collectively shake their heads, murmuring ‘no’.

Murray nods, “Personally, I don’t think that Stark guy could carry a tune even if it was in a bucket!” Everybody in the studio laughs again.

“Tony tries too hard to be hardcore, he ends up looking like an idiot.” Peter sneers, “He’s a child.” The crowd makes noises of agreement.

Peter fakes a smile when Murray leans over and touches his thigh, “You know, they’re degenerates, Peter.” Murray says, almost lovingly. Steve looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to stick up for his band-mate. “I know, Murray.” Peter says, shifting away a bit.

Murray looks at Peter longingly, before turning to the camera, “We’re going to take a short break, and afterwards Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers will play their new hit single- Dewdrop Daisy!”

The cameraman gives Murray a thumbs up, and the beeping light on the camera turns off.

“Why don’t you meet me in my dressing room, Peter?” Murray says, standing up and adjusting his tie.

Peter feels sick to his stomach

“Okay.” He says sweetly.

-

The mosh pit smells like weed and sex, and Tony adores it. ElectricDust had a full house, not one ticket left over. Tony cards his hand through sweaty hair, “I hope you motherfuckers are having a good night!” he yells into the mic. The crowd screams back something obscene and Tony grins.

“If you want to fuck our bassist, scream at the top of your lungs!” Tony laughs, the crowd erupts in a loud roar, and Bucky, ElectricDust’s bassist, blushes.

The crowd dies down, and Tony speaks smoothly into the mic as he adjusts his guitar strap, “This next one was written for a nice piece of ass and his cronies,” the crowd ‘ooo’s and Tony can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, “‘Rotten Cherry’ is dedicated to my very good friend, who I know inside and out- Peter Parker!”

The crowd chants Pe-ter Par-ker over and over, and Tony hopes this preformance is somehow seen by the small brunette.

He feels like a god among men.

-

“You’re fueling the flames by talking about them.” Natasha scolds, leaning against he desk as the boys sit in her office. “You’re supposed to be a good christian pop/rock band- calling people ‘mongrels’ isn’t what you guys are supposed to do.” she glares at T’challa.

“ElectricDust is a problem, I, as your manger am supposed to deal with, is that understood?” The boys look at their suede shoes and mutter statements of agreement.

“Good.” Natasha says, placing her hands on her hips. She goes behind her desk and digs in a cabinet, retrieving a sleek styled red velvet envelope, “I’ve accepted an invitation to a little something I think you all might like.” she smiles, handing Peter the envelope.

Peter holds it carefully, looking up at Natasha with wide, confused eyes. “Go on and open it, we haven’t got all day.” She says in a motherly tone. The boys all gather around Peter as he opens the envelope cautiously, as if he was scared of what was inside.

He pulls out a dazzling blue card, very official looking.

‘PETER PARKER AND THE CHERRYBOMBERS HAVE BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR SONG, ‘DEWDROP DAISY’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

It says, in a swirly gold font. Peter keeps re-reading it, eyes shifting like crazy, looking for a sign that this is a fake or a joke. Steve’s breath hitches and Beck lets out a whoop of laughter, high-diving T’challa.

Peter finally looks up at Natasha again, who’s smiling softly. “Is this real?” Peter asks, out of breath. Natasha nods, “As real as they come.”

Opalite Records.

Opalite Records.

Who cares? It’s only the most exclusive record brand in the world, It was only the award ceramony that turned David Bowie and Bob Dylan down- no big deal.

Peter began to hyperventilate.

-

“Dude!” Quill yelled, grinning ear-to-ear as he entered the band’s trailer, holding up a velvet envelope.

Tony looked up from his guitar, “What do you want?” Quill slapped the envelope on the coffee-table in the middle of the trailer, looking quite proud of himself. “Open that shit up, Stark.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but leaned forward and picked up the envelope nonetheless, “If this is another bill for your porno-mags, Quill, so help me god-” he stopped mid-sentence after pulling out the card inside the envelope, face controrting.

‘ELECTRICDUST HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR ALBUM, ‘MAN OF IRON’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

Quill beams as Tony looks over the letter, “And you said I was a shit manager.” Tony leans back into his chair, “You are.” Quill completely deflates, walking over and snatching the card out of Tony’s hand, huffing, “Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get you considered for the ceremony?”

Tony tries to look stern, but Quill looks like he’s going to bitch all day if Tony doesn’t cave in, “Fine, fine, whatever man, thanks, you did well.” Tony sighs. Quill smiles again, “Finally, I’m getting the recognition I deserve.” Tony snorts but doesn’t reply.

Quill clasps his hands together, “I’m gonna grab a beer, they opened a bar just down the street- wanna come?”

Tony shakes his head, “Grab me a pack of Marlboros while you’re out.”

-

“Looking sharp, Parker.” Steve smiles, leaning against the dressing room doorframe. Peter grins, fixing his cuffs in the mirror, “You really think so? It’s not too much?”

Steve shrugs, “It’s nice. Very you.” Peter shoots Steve a playful glare, “Is that supposed to be a compliment, Rogers?”

“You overthink things, Peter. You look fine.” Steve sighs, crossing his arms. Peter scoffs, “Fine is for church, I need to look better than fine; we’re going to the awards ceremony to top all award ceremonies, Steve. It’s going to be televised.”

Steve lets out a soft laugh, “You’re so different from the Peter Parker I knew in highschool.” Peter looks confused, “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? I was a nobody in highschool.”

“You were my friend. Just because you didn’t have people fawning over you left and right doesn’t mean you were a nobody. You liked Star Wars and turning your homework in early.” Steve looks slightly offended, and Peter gives him an unamused stare, “As much as I love you, Steve, being your nerdy little highschool friend in the middle of NowheresVille, Wisconsin doesn’t get you invited to the Opalite Records ceremony.”

Steve’s offended look blends into a sad one, “We started this band out of your uncle’s garage. It was for fun. This isn’t fun, anymore Peter. It’s not fun when it’s all you think about.” he says softly, walking out of the room.

Peter doesn’t realize that Steve’s gone until it’s time to leave.

-

“Baby, listen to me,” Tony says over the phone, “I know I cheated on you, but I’m a changed man, just come to this shindig with me for a few hours.”

Pepper sighs over the phone, “You know, I would, Tony, but I just can’t be bothered right now. Goodbye, love.”

click

Tony curses under his breath as he flips through a few more pages in his notebook, settling on a one night stand he had met last week. He dials her number.

“Hi, you’ve reached Wanda Maximoff-”

“Wanda!” Tony smiles, remembering her name, “Listen, babe, how’d you like to go on a little date with me tonig-”

“-I’m not here right now, but you’re welcome to leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” the recorded message chirps and Tony’s face falls, he slams the phone down on its hook.

He groans. He’s called just about every girl he’s ever interacted with, and not one wanted to accompany Tony to the awards ceremony.

“Woah,” Scott, ElectricDust’s keyboard player, says, entering the trailer’s makeshift livingroom, “Someone’s havin’ a bad day.”

“Wanna go on a date with me, Scott?” Tony says with a strained laugh. Scott fans himself, “On a date? With you? How could I possibly say no?” Tony buries his face in his hands, obviously stressed. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I figured.”

“Have you tried, you know, actually being nice to your dates?” Scott says, grabbing a canned beer from the minifridge. “I heard that works wonders.” Tony narrows his eyes, “What do you mean? I’m always nice to my dates!”

Scott raises his brow, opening the can, “Really? You made me drive that blonde girl home yesterday because she didn’t want to so much as look at you.”

Tony stays quiet. Point taken.

Scott takes a few sips of his beer before belching, “Hope you find somebody, Tones. You got about,” he checks his wristwatch, “6 hours before we gotta leave.”

Tony groans again and then continues to flip through his notebook.

-

The theater is gorgeous, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and painted angels on every wall- Peter feels almost inferior in a place like this.

“Darlings!” Loki announces from across the room, striding over to Peter and his bandmates, “You all look absolutely ravishing.” he smiles. “So glad you could make it!”

Peter nods dumbly, blushing. “Thanks so much for inviting us, Mr. Laufeyson, it's a real honor.” Steve steps in, firmly taking Loki’s hand in his and shaking it. “Yes, well, the media would absolutely die if you all weren't invited- there's champagne and wine being served at the lounge if you want any.” Loki quickly says, before sashaying away.

Peter’s practically glowing as he turns to face his bandmates, “I think that went really well.” he grins.

-

“Jesus, Scott, could you be any worse of a driver?” Bucky sneers, holding onto the door handle as Scott swerves. “You’re lucky I'm not making you take the Metro, tin-man.”

The car is cramped and hot, making it difficult for Tony to snort a nice clean line. “We’re 30 minutes late,” Bucky says, almost annoyed, “Step on it.”

Scott turns around to face the brunette, running through a red light, “You know, you're a real bitch, Buck.” Tony sighs, finally getting a good half of the powder up his nose, “Eyes on the road, Scotty.” he mumbles, sinking back into the leather seat.

Scott says something under his breath, but turns back around and continues to drive.

-

Peter chokes on his sparkling water when he sees a very certain group of people get pass security.

What's worse is the fact that they're completely ignoring the dress code, showing up in denim jeans and t-shirts. Peter thinks he's going to puke.

Tony feels ecstatic when he spots that tuft of curly chocolate hair in the crowd, excusing himself from his bandmates as he pushes through the sea of Hollywood's elite.

“Parker!” he yells, and Peter tries to pretend he didn't hear it, turning away and taking another sip of his sparkling water.

“Don't be that way, princess!” Tony grins, finally catching up to the small thing, ”I just wanna talk to you.” Peter doesn't respond, which just makes Tony more restless, ”Parker, c’mon, baby! Let's catch up, preferably in the back of Scott’s car, but whatever works for you.”

Peter gives in, reluctantly, looking around to make sure nobody important is looking before speaking, “What the hell are you doing here? Did you come here just to ruin my night?” Peter hisses. Tony laughs, which just puts Peter more at unease, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, me and my boys were invited.”

“Unlikely.” Peter scoffs. “Invited to clean the floors more like it.”

Tony looks more annoyed now than anything, “My boys have worked just as hard as yours to be here, Parker.” Peter huffs, “You’re kidding. You don’t actually think you deserve to be here, right?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh at the idea. “You’re nobodies, Stark,” he begins, poking at Tony’s chest, “You make music for losers, for outcasts. You’re only here because you gained popularity by dissing my band.”

Peter smiles up at Tony and walks away, leaving Tony alone with his battered ego.

-

Peter and Tony avoid each other for the rest of the night, despite their bandmates mingling and laughing with eachother, enjoying tiny cheese platters and white wine.

Peter’s too stubborn to make amends.

Tony just wants to give him space.

Finally, at around 12, the lights dim down and everyone is ushered into the seating area. Loki walks on stage, holding several envelopes in his hands.

“Thank you all for coming,” he says, sweetly, into the mic, “It means a lot to my record label that you took time out of your busy lives to visit little ole’ me.” the crowd giggles at that, Peter included.

“Now, without further ado- I give you the 22nd annual Opalite Records awards ceremony!” the crowd cheers and claps, buzzing with excitement.

Peter crosses his fingers, and Tony wishes they had something stronger than champagne.

-

After a grueling 2 hours of watching other bands and solo artists receive awards, Loki finally announces that he has the final and most important award of the evening.

“Everyone in this room is awfully talented,” Loki says, smiling softly, “But these people are just... better. Don’t take it too harshly, now.” he opens the card, slowly and teasingly, Peter thinks he’s going to pass out from the anticipation. Tony’s on his fifth glass of red wine, and he’s showing now signs of stopping.

“And the winner for band of 1981 is...”

Peter’s palms are sweaty, and he’s on the edge of his seat.

“My, what a surprise, it’s ElectricDust!”

Peter’s world comes crashing down around him, he glances over to where Tony and his goons are getting up, stumbling over their own feet.

It’s not fair.

It’s not fair.

“Woah, hey Peter, are you oka-” Steve begins, trying to comfort his friend, but Peter jolts up, interrupting him.

“I’m... going for a walk.” he declares, voice breaking.

Tony watches as Peter quickly makes a bolt for the exit. He taps Scott on the shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” he mumbles.

Scott’s eyebrows furrow, “Dude, it’s speech time! You gotta go up ther-”

“Make up something!” Tony grins, already making his way towards the exit as well, “Thank my mom for me!”

-

Peter sits on the cold, concrete steps outside of the theatre, hot tears streaming down his face. He had worked so hard, and it didn’t even matter.

“Is this seat taken?” a familiar voice softly speaks from behind Peter.

“Did you come here to rub it in?” Peter sniffles, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Tony takes a seat next to Peter, “No. I came here because I care.”

Peter laughs, rolling his eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”

Tony shrugs, “Believe what you want, Peter. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

They sit in silence for a while.

“Thank you.” Peter says softly, not daring to look up at Tony. “What you’re doing it’s- you’re a good guy.” he says, shyly.

Tony smiles, “I don’t give a shit about the award, or being even nominated, in all honesty, that Loki guy gives me the creeps.”

“Why’d you come here then?”

“I wanted to see you. I was hoping writing a song about you would grab your attention, but I think I like talking face-to-face better.”

Peter smiles, a gorgeous ‘I-don’t-know-I’m-smiling’ kind of smile, and Tony’s heart swells.

“I’m sorry I said all that stuff about you.” Peter finally says, gaining the courage to look Tony in the eye.

“I’ve been called worse- no hard feelings.”

Peter’s eyes light up as he giggles.

“Listen, I don’t exactly have a date for this thing,” Tony jabs a thumb at the building, “Know anybody who might wanna, I don’t know, get together? Even if it’s just for tonight.”

Peter pretends to think for a second. “I might; but he’s really hungry, so you might want to ask him after a burger. Or 5.”

Tony laughs, standing up, extending his arm so that Peter can grab it, “The night’s still young, princess.”

Peter beams, letting himself get heaved up by Tony, “We best make the most of it.”

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The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the fantastic @starkermoodboards !! She makes fucking stellar boards so why are you not following her.

This fic took forever to write, so appreciate it please 😔 i’m also sorry this is so long????

-Red.

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[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Pt.2. Nothing but an extra

(pls check out pt1. 🙏but only after you read this just in case it’s trash😅)

Warnings: Cursing, mention of death

Word count: To much guys, waaaay to much but like sue me.😅😅😅😆

Y/n went to her dorm after a long day of training. She threw herself on the bed. It had been a week since her arrival at UA and she could not believe how fun it was there. There was not one dull moment. She had also successfully made friends with everyone. Well other then Bakugou and that little perverted grape, Mineta. As she lay there, procrastinating, she herd a faint beep coming from her phone. Interested, she propped herself  forearms and opened her phone. She was surprised to see she had bean added to a group chat, more specifically the bakusquads group chat. She looked over the recent messages.

pikabooooooy: Yoooooo guys I added Y/N to the group!                                         your toxic motherfucker: OMG! That’s awesome! Welcome to the squad Y/N         i’m hard: That’s so manly of you Kami! Btw hi Y/N !                                  Felxtape: Hi!                                                                                                            Boom boom bitch: COULD ALL OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Yup that was the bakusquad for you. She smiled as she typed.

Y/N: Hi guys it’s so nice of you to ad me.                                                                pikabooooooy: of coarse!                                                                                         your toxic motherfucker: Duuuuuuuh!                                                                      your toxic motherfucker:you want to go somewhere? I’m board.                            Y/N: It’s tuesday. Of coarse we want to go out                                                        Flextape:Well said.                                                                                                   pikabooooooy: 🤣🤣 🤣                                                                                            your toxic motherfucker:🤣🤣🤣                                                                                i’m hard: 🤣                                                                                                               Flextape: so where to?                                                                                            your toxic motherfucker: ARCADE!                                                                          pikabooooooy:ARCADE!                                                                                          i’m hard: arcade!                                                                                                      Y/N: Arcade it is.                                                                                                      i’m hard: Bakugou you should come to.                                                                   Boom boom bitch: WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I GO!                                              your toxic motherfucker: yeah yeah. In 10 in front of the school

Y/N quickly jumped out of the bed and rushed to the closet.” i have to wear something nice” an image of Bakugou flashed through her mind. “no why am I thinking of him now.” In the end she ended up wearing shorts, sneakers and a cute pink hoodie that had little bear ears attached. She walked out of the dorms and straight to the front gate. Mina, Sero and Kaminari where already there. They waved and directed their gaze to somewhere behind her. She turned around to witness the “Why the fuck am I going” sight that was displayed by Bakugou. Kirishima ran beside him as Bakugou stomped all the way to her an then stopped short. His gaze lingered on him for a few seconds then stared yelling all types of insult t the rest of the gang.  The trip to the arcade was pretty short. Once they wee there everyone went to their favorite games and started playing. Y/N alternated between watching them play and actually playing with them. At one point Mina called out to her.

“Hey Y/N wanna play DDR. I already kicked Kiris ass.”                                            “No fare you are to good”- Kirishima complained but smiled with all his shark teeth.  (honestly kiri is so cute i had to).                                                                  “ Challenge accepted”- To say they completely hogged the game is an understatement. They just kept playing, because it was always a tie. Mina was honestly surprised that somebody was actually a challenge for her. And for Y/N it was the most fun she had since.....since.... A thousand painful memories flooded her mind. Everything that she has bean through, since her families massacre. The pain came down upon her like an enormous  wave of pain. But she refused to crash. Not. Now.                                                                                                  “Wow Y/N. You beat be.”- Mina looked at her pulling her out of her thoughts. She wicked and added. “Next time I’m going to get you.” The boy have all gathered around. They all decided it was time to go home. As they made their way down one of the allies( obv it was a shortcut), Y/N started to get this weird vibe. Like somebody was watching them. However before she could say anything somebody, that she guessed was a villain stepped out from behind a bush they just passed and  launched a boll of darkness at Bakugou. Y/N immediately blew frost at the ball and froze it. The group all spun around and was shocked to see the ice ball that now trapped the inky  substance.

“You coward!”- Y/N yelled- “ Have you got no shame. Attacking a bunch of kids from behind! You spinless little disappointment”- the villain said nothing instead trowing a bunch of the black stuff at them. Y/N was ready. If she froze all of the balls and then froze the villain as well she might pass out( because she already used this in training today and she needs at least 4 hours after that intense workout,not because her quirk was weak oh no not the case),for a minute or two but the rest will be safe. She did not hesitate. Ina flash she breathed all frost she could muster, decreasing temperature around them to -34 C ( 93.2 F). Then used the fact that the sudden change temporarily blocked the villains ability to move, to run up to him and place her hand firmly and his face freezing him completely. She watched as her frost slowly engulfed the villain turning him blue. The last thing he saw was Bakugou running towards her,with the rest of them at his heels, as he yelled all kinds of things she could not hear at her. His eyes filled with fear.

A few minutes later she woke up with the bakusquad standing over her.                “ What the hell, Y/N! Why did you do that!”- Bakugou instantly yelled, but his tone was not as harsh but more concerned. Y/n smiled at him and witched at the effort it took and the searing pain it caused.                                                           “Because- she said slowly- All of your quirks are are really cool, but not really suited for defense and I didn’t want him to hurt you”- nobody said anything for a long time. Y/N tried o sit up but ended up falling back. To her surprise,in fact to everyone’s surprise Bakugou reached  out and caught her before she could hit the ground . He propped her against the wall and just sat there. She smiled up at him weakly. Suddenly a voice behind the rasped:” Yes go ahead and nurture your sweet little babe. I promise I will be back and I will make her suffer for this”-they looked in the direction of the voice and found a very blue, but very much unfrozen villain. Sadly because she exerted herself in training she did not manage to thoroughly freeze his ass so now here he was. Blue as a smurf and still chanting shit.

“BABE MY ASS! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT SHE IS DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE OTHER EXTRAS!’ - it was useless because the villain had already taken off running. Bakugou didn’t even bother to go anywhere. However his words where as if he ad just stuck a dagger in her heart and then twisted it multiple times. Of coarse. She was nothing butt an extra to him. She hung her head. Bakugou got up and walked away not realizing the impact of his words.      “ Come on”- Kaminari extended a hand and pulled Y/N up. She balanced on him and Kirishima as they made their way back to UA. \

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed! Pt.3 coming shortly.                                          

#mha #mha bakusquad #mha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader #mha kirishima #mha bakugo katsuki #mha mina #mha sero #mha kaminari #mha story #mha stuff

[vorish-musing]

Dirty Little Secrets

Spoiler Free Summary: Richie needs to Heal Eddie fast, luckily he has a way to do it, the hypochondriac may not be a fan of where it is though.  (Reddie)

Content Warning: This involves soft non fatal g/t Vore, if you don’t like that, please look away. while this fic has safe vore, this kind of safe vore is healing, so this fic contains fearplay, blood and digestion mention (doesn’t happen though)... but it gets fluffy.

Spoiler Warning: this is an IT Chapter Two fic (when they’re adults). So here’s your spoiler warning. This has a lot of the same themes of the actual movie, so please watch that before reading if you care a lot about that kind of stuff.

Spoiler Summary below the ‘read more’ 

Spoiler Summary: Eddie is almost killed by pennywise, but Richie saves him with a gift (or maybe curse) he has. Eddie Is clearly not a fan but there’s not other option available.

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Eddie panicked seeing Richie trapped in by Pennywises Deadlights. He watched as Richie floated up, following pennywise's open mouth. He held the fire poker to his chest, thinking that this was the end, they would lose, he felt his breath shortening, as if he needed his inhaler. why was he so scared all the time?!  He looked down at the weapon, staring at the sharp end, Beverly’s voice ringing in his head.

This thing kills monsters if you believe it does. 

Eddie looked back up at the clown, if you could even call it that with its spider like legs. It was going to kill Richie. He gripped onto the weapon tightly “this thing kills monsters if you think it does.” he began repeating the phrase to himself, getting angrier with each repeat, until he was yelling. He took one more look at Richie’s milky white eyes and dead hanging jaw. 

Without another thought, he began sprinting towards Pennywise, winding his arm back, and launching the fire poker into its mouth, screaming,

“Beep beep motherfucker!” definitely sounded cooler in his head.

Pennywise made an unholy sound as it stepped back, the deadlights turning off, Richie fell to the ground, his eyes still white and not moving. It coughed the Poker out of its mouth, before impaling itself on a spike in the ground. It let out even more screams, but nothing coherent enough for the losers to understand. Then, Pennywise stopped moving, and everything was silent. 

Eddie took a moment, before running to Riches side, shaking him and begging for the man to wake up. 

Richie couldn’t hear or see anything in the deadlights, and all he could think of was Eddie, how he was probably fucked as well. He failed the losers. And now he was going to be eaten by that fucking clown before he could tell Eddie that--

Richie woke up. His eyes no longer glazed over, he tries to jump up, before falling back down, he couldn’t move. He panicked quickly before making eye contact with Eddie

“Richie! You’re back!” Eddie’s voice sounds exasperated, but extremely relieved. The man smiled “I think I killed it!” Richie looks behind Eddie, then to the other Losers, they’re also looking as relived. Richie sees the lights from pennywise flashing, he didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“Richie, I Killed it!” Eddie yelled so everyone could hear. He kept saying it. All his fear and panic gone. He’d Been Puked on, stabbed in the cheek and tormented by that fucking clown, but now the last laugh is his! 

Then all of a sudden, he felt a burning white pain in his chest. 

Beverly screamed as one of pennywise’s claws rips through Eddies chest. Blood splattering on Richie's face, who began screaming as well.

Eddie stares at the claw protruding through his chest, spitting up blood. He could barely breathe. All the joy and bravery that was in his eyes, was gone. 

Eddie Screamed loudly and writhed around as the claw lifted him up, he heard the familiar laugh of pennywise as he was launched through the air, the losers screaming for him once again, then landing through the narrow entrance of the cave they were in, just missing the cave wall.

Richie, seeing this horrific sight, finally got up, ignoring the pounding in his head and darted towards Eddie, the other losers in tow.

Pennywise sees the losers running, and gives chase. But it was too late, the losers slid between the rocks, and all the clown could do was try and break the rocks away to get to them. The losers knew they had to act FAST.

Bill helped Richie lift Eddie up, who was groaning in pain as it was happening.

“Eddie, oh fuck….fuck…” Richie took off his button up placing it onto eddies wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. He knew that from Eddie. “We need to get him to a hospital” 

“How are we supposed to do that Richie?!” Bev answered, loud, but not angry. she knew it was impossible to get him out of here. Ben went to her side, and so did Mike, consoling her. Tears were cascading down her face.

 Richie tried to get the other losers on board with him. Mike and Ben were shaking their heads no, siding with Beverly. Richie looked to Bill, who wouldn’t look anyone in the eye. 

He understood why they didn’t want to, they would have to stop fighting Pennywise, and let it escape, which Mike would never let happen, and Eddie couldn't climb out of the hole they came from, and he might bleed out. 

Bill, Beverly, Mike and Ben huddled up, talking to themselves about what to do, but he didn’t care. He NEEDED Eddie to live. He…

He loved him.

He never admitted it before now, it was always in the back of his head since adolescents, but he was always scared to admit what he knew was true.

Then an idea hit Richie, he felt stupid for not thinking about it before! 

After he left Derry when he turned 19, Richie left with a weird, craving… he would look at people and get...hungry. Before he forgot pennywise, he thought it was always the clowns last laugh. But when he forgot, he just pretended it didn’t exist… until it got worse. 

Until he shrunk and ate someone after one of his late comedy shows.

It all happened so fast. He didn’t even realize he did it until he felt the person squirming inside, freaked out as much as Richie, most likely more. He immediately coughed them up, running away as they returned to normal size. Nothing came about on the news about it, nor any people coming to his door calling him a monster, so he moved on, thanking whatever god there was that nobody else was there to witness what he had done.

He found out he could swallow people and keep them alive inside of him somehow, he didn’t really have any idea, just knew he could. He would sometimes find anyone he could, and just do it, to satisfy his weird craving.

One time he saw a guy being beaten in an alley way of New York, and normally, he would turn a blind eye, being a quite weak man when it came to fighting (or so he thought),

 but when he heard the homophobic slurs, bringing him back to his childhood, and begging from the man, he realized what he needed to do, he ended up scaring the attackers away with a fake phone call to the police, and when the coast was clear, ate the man. 

The strangest part about it wasn’t that though, it was that after an hour or so, he let the man out. And all the scratches and bruises were gone, only faint scars barely noticeable left. 

Richie knew what he needed to do to Eddie.

 “You guys go ahead and do whatever I’m staying with Eddie.” Richie said, the other losers hesitated, but soon found another way in and began to try and fight pennywise again. It was just him and Eddie, who was looking even worse by the second.

“Richie” Eddie coughed, more blood spilling out his lips “go fight, I’ll be fine” he tried to smile, but it was so clear he was in a lot of pain.

“Eddie, I’m not leaving you” 

“Really, this clown is more important than--”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence!” Richie yelled, tears beginning to fall down his face “ you are the most important thing to deal with right now.”

Eddie closed his mouth, cringing as blood began to fill it, he was worried, Richie was never like this, Richie was more of a pessimistic person, Eddie knew he was a goner, why was Richie even trying to help? 

“Listen,” Richie spoke softly, which surprised Eddie since he’d been yelling the past few minutes. “I can help, and I know you’re going to hate what I’m going to do.” 

Richie felt bad because he knew it was gross, but it would be funny when everything was okay, and Eddie would be complaining. 

He couldn’t explain it to the guy, but he’d freak out and panic and make his wounds worse before he could do anything!

Eddie gave Richie a weird look, but that didn’t stop Richie from grabbing a hold of his shoulders, holding tight, making him cry out in pain. 

“Sorry Eds, it’ll be okay soon”

Eddie wanted to scream at him to stop holding him, that it hurt, and whatever he was doing was NOT helping. 

Then  a dizzy feeling came over him, he could barely keep his eyes open, was this death? It felt a lot different than he imagined. 

Richie let out a sigh as Eddie began shrinking, he picked the man up in his palm, so he could move as quickly as possible without hurting him more than he probably already was. He stopped shrinking him when Eddie got to four inches, just small enough for Richie to get him down safely. 

Eddies head stopped pounding, and his eyes flickered open. He let out a small yelp of shock seeing how huge Richie had gotten. What the hell? “Richie?!”

The giant before him smiled, “yeah its me eds.”

Eddie coughed more blood up “you’re...big” Eddie was shaking, was this Richie? Was this a hallucination? Was this...Pennywise?

“Woah take me out on a date first why don’t ya” Richie smiled, trying to lighten the mood, seeing how frightened Eddie was. 

Eddie let out an exasperated laugh, clearly in shock with everything that was happening.

 He saw the blood dripping onto his hands more and more, he had to act quick. “Listen, please trust what I’m about to do is safe, I’ll explain later”

“wh-AT ARE YOU DOING?!” Eddie was confused at first, what did he mean? Then all of a sudden, Richie opened his mouth pulling Eddie closer.

Richie brought Eddie into his mouth, cringing at the amount of blood that was on his tongue. He cringed as he coated Eddie in a thick coat of saliva, washing away the blood.

“Wait! Stop!” Eddie yelled, the slimy tongue rolling around him, clearly tasting him, it was enough to make him sick.

Eddie panicked, not Richie not Richie NOT RICHIE! 

This had to be a sick joke from Pennywise, bring him into a safe environment, then when the time was right, snatch him up and finish the job It started. Adrenaline finally hit him, Eddie squirmed, Screaming in pain from his wound “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” he kept screaming, if he was going to be eaten by that fucking clown, he would not go down easy.

Richie felt awful hearing Eddie panic, it hurt him hearing Eddie in this much pain. He also felt Eddie moving, and the amount of blood was increasing, so he did the only thing he could, Swallow.

Richie tilted his head back cringing once more at Eddie's screams, swallowing. He knew Eddie would squirm and fight, but it wouldn’t work against him, Eddie was weak from blood loss, but he had to give it to him, he was putting up a great fight.

Eddie clawed as much as he could at the tongue, but it was too late, he was already halfway into the esophagus. God this was disgusting. He was coated in blood and saliva. The sounds were the worst part though, he could hear the gurgling and groaning of the stomach below him, eagerly waiting for his arrival, chilling Eddie to his very core.

Richie cringed as Eddie moved halfway into his throat, but stopped moving, He was putting up a real fight. It didn’t hurt , but it was very uncomfortable. but another swallow, and Eddie was fully in Richie’s esophagus, the muscles gently massaging Eddie down.

Surprisingly, this didn’t hurt Eddie, it just felt...weird! And he was shocked at how… normal it felt!

Yes, Eddie knew that what was happening was the exact opposite of normal, but he had expected pennywise to drop the act now, that he’d line the esophagus with spikes to tear him to shreds, or maybe send a group of spiders down with him to rip him apart.

But… nothing. All  he heard was the drumming of a human heartbeat, beating a lot quicker than normal, the sound of air being inhaled into the lungs, and of course, the sound of where he would soon be below him.

It wasn’t like pennywise to keep things calm. In a way, that scared him more. What was its plan?!

All of a sudden, he heard a voice “ Its going to be okay, fuck, Eddie please be okay.”

Eddie’s heart stopped, he couldn’t tell what was real or not anymore. Was this even pennywise fucking with him? Or was it somehow actually Richie? 

Eddie let out a cry in pain as he was squeezed into the stomach, expecting bubbling acids to melt him away, or maybe even lava instead, but it was just dark, empty, and surprisingly didn’t smell as bad as he thought it would. The thought it would reek like bile, but it really didn’t smell like anything.

He jerked back as he felt pressure on the wall, gasping in pain from his wound. He then realized what it was.

A hand. 

Eddie laid back, shaking slightly, worried any sort of movement would somehow start up the acids.

Unfortunately, he felt the stomach juices seeping onto his back, and pooling into the chamber, he tried to pull away, but at that point, his adrenaline was gone, and he couldn’t move as much as he could before. He could do nothing as the liquid (he presumed to be acid) gathered around him

Richie held his stomach, feeling Eddie move around in there, he could never get used to that feeling no matter how many people he ate. He began massaging his belly, it happily gurgling at its new ‘meal’ inside. Richie knew that the stomach juices would help Eddie heal faster.

All of a sudden, he heard a loud crash behind him, along with pennywise screaming incoherent words “Jesus Fuck!” Richie yelled, covering his ears. He was thankful that he swallowed Eddie before that happened, who knows how the little guy would react.

Eddie Paused, hearing Richie’s voice once again, this time sounding too real to be a fraud “R-Richie?!” oh god, Eddie thought, it this was Richie and not Pennywise I’ll… I’ll…

What could he do? He was already in his stomach; it was only a matter of time before he would be nothing but soup.

“Yeah Eds… its me” Eddie began to choke back tears hearing the happiness in Richie’s voice, was he happy to digest his best friend? Is this what deadlights do to you? questions buzzing in his mind. How?! Why?! Before he could get a word in, Richie spoke again. “You Okay?”

“oKAY?!” Eddie Exploded, the liquid up to his hips now, “YOU. ATE. ME. I don’t even know how this is even remotely possible, not to mention that its fucking GROSS, AND I’m going to DIE in here!” Eddie let out a yelp as he felt the liquid enter the hole in his chest. Again, it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird. “So, no Richie, I’m not Fucking okay.”

Richie flinched slightly, he expected the anger, but not this angry! He thought Eddie would be feeling the healing process already.

“Eddie, I did this to save you! You don’t feel any pain, Right?” Richie paused, realizing how dumb that question sounded “Other than your chest glory hole, I mean” Richie snickered to himself, he knew Eddie would be fine, maybe lighten up the mood with some jokes?

Eddie was about to Start yelling again, especially at Richie making jokes, but paused, Richie was right, not even his chest was in that much pain anymore, and he stopped coughing up blood. He lifted his hand slowly, expecting to see his hand burning away in acid but, it was clean. Even the scratches from when he was thrown were gone!

Eddie looked down, hesitating before bringing his hand to his chest, feeling the open wound, he jerked back. He felt it moving, like it was repairing himself.

“what. The. Shit.”

“listen Ed’s I’d love to explain but—” as Richie spoke, a loud crash interrupted him, followed by Beverly screaming angrily. “I have to help; I can’t let them do this on their own. Just please, stay as calm as possible.”

Richie was never this polite, he never once tried to console him before. This must’ve been serious.

Eddie had so many questions, he wanted everything answered, but he knew what was more important here. “Richie?”

“yeah?”

“I lo—” he backpedaled, realizing what he almost said “Be careful, don’t want you to die with me in here”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat, was he about to say… no no. as far as Richie new, Eddie was straight as a board. He just patted his belly, running back into the fight.

The first thing he was faced with was ben running at him “Eddie?” the other man asked. Richie turned red for a moment, realizing he didn’t have an excuse ready for why he left Eddie by himself.

“uh..” he stammered for a moment “he’s fine” Richie pointed back to the opening, Ben nodded. “lets just go kill this fucking clown.”

Ben gestured for Richie to follow him, both men joining up with the other losers, he was ready to kill this fucking clown with his bare hands, nobody would hurt Eddie like this again, Never.

The next thirty minutes or so were a blur to Eddie, being thrashed about in the small confines of Richie’s belly. He cringed hearing Richie yell, the man's voice booming around the chamber. He prayed to any god out there for Richie to be okay.

He tried feeling his wound again, it didn’t hurt at all anymore, so what was the harm? He placed his hand on the hole, and instantly he was intrigued. It was so small now! he felt the enzymes around him building his tissue back up and healing him. It was so…fascinating.

He brought a hand up to his cheek, feeling the gauze where Bowers had stabbed him, and carefully peeled it off, he cringed at the tape pulling at his skin, and winced at the cut opening once again, filling his mouth with blood.

Without hesitation he submerged his entire head into the Liquid, feeling the cut begin to heal instantly. He could feel the tissue and skin repairing. He brought his head back up to breathe, the cut still healing itself as he sat there.

As he finally got to explore the area around him, Eddie realized how not bad it was. Sure, it was slimy, and gross, and weird as hell…

But it was also...soft. And the sounds around him weren’t as scary, the stomach gurgles making him feel better knowing they were helping him live, other than being the catalyst into his death. Of course, he could never let Richie know this, that would be too weird. 

But then he wondered, does Richie like this too?

As Eddie was having a calming time relaxing in Richie’s belly, Richie was having to juggle excuses on Eddie's whereabouts, while also fighting Pennywise. 

Once the being was finally defeated, the losers noticed the world around them begin to break, and began to book it out of there 

“Richie! Go get Eddie!” Mike called, Richie just shook his head 

“He’s already out of here” Like they’d believe that one, nice going dipshit. Richie thought to himself. 

Nobody decided to question him, but they all knew it wasn’t true. They’d rather focus on all of them not dying, compared to Richie being sneaky. 

Mike was noticing how much Richie would grab a hold of his stomach, though. 

Once the losers got out of the house, Beverly, Bill and Ben dropped to the ground, laughing out of pure adrenaline and shock, Richie just stood there, holding his stomach, trying to be inconspicuous about his real intentions.

“Richie, you okay?” Mike looked him up and down, gesturing to Richie’s hand clutching his stomach.

Richie paused, thinking of an excuse “Jesus fuck mike we just crushed a heart of a baby clown thing, you think I can feel a bit Ill?” the losers laugh softly at the words, mike just nodding. he felt Eddie tense at the idea of Richie being sick with him inside but calmed when realizing it was a lie. 

After that Bill, Ben, Beverly, Mike and Richie didn’t speak, spending the next hour in silence outside of the neibolt, on the ground, speaking only to lighten the mood with jokes, (this was mostly Richie)

At one point, Beverly sat up, turning to Richie, who was still lying down “is Eddie dead…?” the rest of the losers turned to Richie as well, all clearly worried about their missing friend.

Eddie only tuned in when he heard Richie’s heart speed up, pounding fast. His breathing became irregular, but only Eddie could really tell. He gasped softly as Richie’s stomach tensed around him, Richie was afraid.

Carefully, Eddie made his way to the stomach wall he presumed to be the ‘front’ placing his hands on the organ and began rubbing. He wanted to send a silent message to Richie that he was there for him, and that everything was going to be okay, he didn’t care about how gross it was at this point, it was Richie.

The man tensed, feeling Eddie rubbing him from inside. He had never had a willing participant doing this before, it felt fantastic! It was quite soothing as well, knowing someone was there for him, and that someone was Eddie Fucking Kaspbrack.

“Eddie is…” he paused, seeing Beverly's eyes begin to water “Eddie is alive, I got him out of neibolt, got an uber to take him to the hospital.” 

Beverly began crying out of pure relief, and so did ben. They didn’t care how strange the situation sounded, all they cared about was Eddie being safe. 

“We can visit him when he gets out. He told me he wants to be alone for a while, so we won't see him being a baby in the hospital, being spoon fed by his mommy.” 

This made everyone laugh, well, except for Eddie, Richie feeling a small kick from inside.

At that point, the Losers decided to leave, ben and Beverly leaving together, bill and Mike going their own separate ways. Richie, being the last one to leave, took one last look at neibolt, before making his way back to the town house.

He was glad to see it empty, going up to his room, lying on the bed. “You doing okay Ed’s?” he finally spoke out, poking the lump underneath his shirt, chuckling as it moved around and away from his hand.

A muffled voice called back to him, “I’d be better if you let me out Tozier, I need some questions answered.” 

Richie hushed the person in his belly, “Yeah yeah I get it mom” he laughed, but he felt a little upset, wanting to keep Eddie in their longer, really enjoying the feeling of him inside. Moving and massaging, he swore, sometimes he could feel him breathing. But he would never keep him in longer than he wanted to, except if he was hurt, like this time. 

Unbeknownst to Richie, Eddie too didn’t want to leave. It was nice to be close to Richie, he was never able to get close to him as a kid, Richie always being very inappropriate with jokes about Eddies sexuality when they got a little too close. (he has since apologized, but it still made Eddie nervous to show his true feelings)

Richie Sighed, getting back up from his bed, heading to the bathroom “Eddie, please don’t move, it was hard enough getting you down, if you’re moving a lot, you’re not coming out”

Eddie felt a seed of guilt plant inside of him, knowing he had possibly hurt Richie, he also couldn’t blame himself for moving and freaking out, he did think he was about to die after all, he called back an okay, staying as calm and still as possible.

Richie focused on Eddie in his stomach, tensing the walls around him, pushing the tiny man back up the esophagus. The muscles began to pull him back up from the esophagus to the throat, soon enough, Eddie was back in Richie’s mouth. Richie opened his mouth, taking Eddie out.

 Eddie Cringed at the change in lighting, trying to get his eyes to adjust. Once he could actually see, he looked up at Richie. 

Richie was staring at Eddie with a worried stare, wanting to make sure he was okay. Eddie lifted his shirt, a very faint scar left from where he was impaled. Nobody would’ve known he was almost dead a few hours ago. 

Eddie looked like a mess, alive, but a mess. Saliva made his hair stick out every which way, and he was coated in saliva as well. Richie held back a laugh, then began regrowing his friend. 

“There.” he said, helping Eddie stand up straight once he was back to his normal height. “You should take a show-ER” 

All of a sudden, Eddies Lips were on his. 

Eddie, out of pure impulse, had kissed Richie, the man who Eddie has had feelings for since childhood, the same man who saved his life. 

Richie was in complete shock; his brain didn’t know how to function with Eddies lips on his. This was his dream for over thirty years, and… he was doing fuck all! 

Eddie pulled away, covering his mouth and hanging his head down in shock and despair. “I-I...I’m s-so-”

“Jesus Christ you sound like Bill.” Richie spoke , laughing, still in complete shock. His face flushed a bright red.

“You...You’re not mad?!” 

“I…” now it was Richie's turn to stammer and panic “I’ve always wanted you to do that” Eddie smiled, “maybe not when you were covered in my saliva, but I can make do.”

“Oh man I’m sorry.” Eddie laughed “but its really not my fault you ate me” yep, still fucking weird to say out loud. 

“Hey, I did it to save your life.”

Eddie nodded “I know saying this is absolutely not enough, but thanks. For absolutely everything”

“Take a fucking shower and come to my room when you’re not slimy,” Richie walked out of the bathroom “if you don’t… maybe I’ll just keep you in there next time” 

“Not really a threat Tozier!” Eddie yelled quickly, before covering his mouth, it was too late to backpedal, what the fuck is wrong with me today?!

Richie turned back, slowly closing the door, “good to know Kaspbrak ...Good to know” and before another word, he slammed the door shut, walking back to his room, missing the feeling of Eddie being in there already. 

After a few minutes, Eddie came into the room, wearing a new set of clothes, the others just thrown out. “Still can’t get the smell of your spit off of me.” and exaggeration, but it did take a lot of soap to make him smell normal again

“Ah yes the same spit that saved your life huh.” Richie smiled, sitting on the bed, reading emails from his team back in New York. He tapped the other side of the bed, right beside him. Eddie sat down.

“How did you know it would work?”

“Well I did it before.” the answer was plain and simple “I can heal people who are about to ring death's doorbell, crazy right”

“So how the fuck can you do that.”

Richie sighed, adjusting his glasses “well, I’ve been able to do it since our first fight with IT” Eddie nodded “I just got hungry, and no matter how much I ate I was always hungry. At one point I blacked out after one of my shows, woke up with someone inside. It was awful. They were trying to rip me open.” 

Eddie nodded “Did you know how to get them out?” 

Richie Laughed, “It took me a few hours, but I got it. Too bad though. The guy was a fan, and I swear I saw him again like a year ago at one of my shows, every time I looked in his direction, he averted his eyes.” 

The two of them laughed, “wish I could’ve been there” 

Richie stopped, smiling sweetly at Eddie “I wish you were there too.” Eddie looked down, trying to contain his embarrassment. 

“Listen Richie, I’m sorry for what happened in the bathroo-”

“Eddie, I like you, but if you don’t shut the fuck up with your sorry’s, I will hate you.” Eddie put his hands up in Defeat. “Clearly I liked it since I didn’t stop you, I was kind of dreaming for that to happen for a while.”

Eddie looked back up “how long?”

“I don’t know, since we were teens. I don’t have it on a calendar for you”

Richie then got a pillow thrown onto his face, and before he could get it off and yell, he got another one.

“So, you’ve liked me all of middle AND high school” Eddie grabbed another pillow. Hitting Richie with each word “AND. YOU. DIDN’T. TELL. ME?!” the last swing, Richie caught it “I thought I was being to obvious back then.” Eddie wasn’t mad, he was just playing, his laughter filling up the room, he felt like a kid again.

Eddie knew the real reason why Richie didn’t share his feelings, it was the same reason why he didn’t, they’d be crucified by anyone around! 

Richie grabbed the pillow; it was his turn to hit Eddie “ I. was. Stupid!” Richie began to laugh, pummeling Eddie with pillows. 

The men fought with the pillows like they were kids again, finally stopping when Eddie surrendered. Richie turned to Eddie, their noses touching. 

This time, it was Richie who leaned in for the kiss, and Eddie didn’t hesitate to kiss back.

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And there we have it! my coping mechanisim i created after watching the movie, if you enjoyed, please don’t be afraid to request some stuff, I would love to write more!

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