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Saved [anime!Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, fem y/n, nsfw, smut, Buggy’s a bit of a perv, Buggy detaching his penis, fingering, fisting, blowjob, piss poor ending tbh

a/n: HELLLLOOO it’s been forever, I know. My HxH fic might take a while because I worked on the prequel right before working on the main one, and I’m currently struggling on that one😭 but if I execute it correctly I feel like the burnout will pay off once I finally finish it. I’m so excited for this little trilogy I’m cooking up guys, though I can’t decide if I want to publish the prequel first or the main fic. I’m already halfway finished with the prequel and I have a lot more energy when I write it😭maybe I need to change the premise of the main fic so I have more enthusiasm with it? But anyways, I’m gonna catch up with x reader writing lol.

There was a huge gust of wind, he was yelling at his crew over something he doesn’t even remember, and before he knew it he was flying into the ocean, trapped beneath the waves. Buggy’s entire body was frozen still not from his own choice, his eyes were wide and he hadn’t even gotten a suck of breath before he was pulled beneath the water. He truly thought he was going to die at this moment.

Suddenly, he feels someone is pulling at his arm. Well, attempting to that is, he’s not exactly light and dainty. But still, they pull and fight to get him above the water and back onto the ship. Once his head can poke out of the water and he can gasp in a breath of fresh air he sees his savior; it’s his chef.

Y/n had hidden a lot of her strength when she first joined his crew however she used it whenever she saw fit. Buggy’s eyes were still wide, he didn’t know why but when he saw her with wet hair, her makeup smeared all over— it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Buggy had already been caught taking peeks at her from time to time, especially when she’s in the middle of prepping meals for the crew. Buggy can’t help but admire her lean, yet muscular arms as she pulls him back up onto the deck with some help from the crew.

The captain was still winded though, spitting and coughing up water. He was shaking, clothes damp and heavy, still feeling weak due to being soaked with pure sea water.

“Give him some air!” Y/n ordered his crew, getting them to back away from him for a moment. The way she barked that command made it seem like she was the captain of this ship. Buggy thought he should feel threatened, but the dominance in her voice was… oddly arousing.

Those feelings of arousal were quickly washed away as he sat up, coughing up more salty sea water. He then groaned and wiggled off his soaking wet coat that felt like it weighed a ton.

“Some help you guys were!!” Buggy snapped at his crew, then grumbled and let out another cough before turning to Y/n, “Thank you.” He choked out.

Y/n smiled at him, she always had such a soft smile when she looked at him. It seemed like every time she addressed him she had bedroom eyes, a dreamy smile on her lips, painted with black lipstick.

“I couldn’t let you drown.” She said to him, she blinked softly, her dark eyelashes were enchanting.

Buggy let out a shaky laugh, then slowly pulled himself up, “I’m gonna—…” he started, nearly falling over but he quickly found his balance, “—dry myself off.”

“Let me help you!” Y/n chimed as she sprung up as well, helping Buggy to the lower decks, rushing to where they kept all of the towels, getting Buggy the ones that were already clean and sitting in the dryer.

Buggy was wrapped up in towels, he could still taste the nasty water in his mouth, and his nostrils burned lightly, “I should really stop standing so close to the edge…” he muttered hoarsely. Y/n chuckled as she dried him off, rubbing his shoulders through the towels in soft circles.

“Nothing wrong with being clumsy, Captain.” She said, which in turn Buggy gave her a look.

“I’m not clumsy! It’s the damn wind… damn seasons changing.” He grumbled, which made Y/n laugh again. His cheeks blushed a bright red, if this was anyone else on his crew saying this… he would’ve chucked them overboard instantly, however he had to admit he found himself having a bias towards Y/n, due to her being absolutely gorgeous… and being the best chef he’s ever had in ages. Buggy didn’t think he could survive without her homemade hotdogs.

Sometimes Buggy wondered, why was Y/n so eager to join his crew in the first place? She was strong, hot, she could’ve stayed on her own and worked her way up at the restaurant she was working at but she snuck into a barrel on his ship and challenged his previous chef. Y/n made him the best pot roast he ever had and it instantly won him over. She would make him tons of food, feeding him more than his other crew mates(not that he was complaining about it) but why? He shouldn’t be anything special to a woman like her, he was just a dirty old clown, but for some reason she seemed to like spoiling him with meals.

“Hey…” Buggy looked back at her, “You’re not planning to kill me are you?” He looks at her with a suspicious glint in his eyes, something that would threaten any of his subordinates, however Y/n remained calm.

“Of course not.” Y/n chuckled, “Why would you think that?” She asked, it was a question out of curiosity, not a hint of guilt or intimidation in her voice.

Buggy looked forward, “You’re just so…” he couldn’t think of what exactly he was worried about, “Confusing.” He grumbled. There was a long silence, she started to dry off his torso.

“You’re powerful in your own right, you can go anywhere you want… but yet you’re here, with me.” He continued, “And you’re so damn generous. You make the best food I’ve ever tasted.”

“Is that something to complain about?” Y/n asked, gently taking off his hat and drying off his long flowing hair(which truthfully he hadn’t washed in days).

“Well— no.” Buggy stammered, then looked up at her, tilting his head back, looking at her upside down, “But why me?” He liked to talk big, but he knew that there were far more threatening people on these seas that would seem to be of Y/n’s caliber, men out there more worthy of having someone like her on their crew.

Y/n paused for a moment, looking down at him with her glimmering eyes. She then turned away, looking like she was going to get more towels but she was just fidgeting around with them, “Why not?” She asked.

Buggy frowned, then suddenly stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders, making her face him, “CAN YOU STOP ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS WITH ANOTHER DAMN QUESTION?!” He shouted, shaking her lightly, “TELL ME WHY YOU’RE HERE!!!”

“It's because I like you!!” Y/n cried out, then suddenly pulled away and turned her back towards him, covering her face. Buggy paused for a moment, stepping back. She… what? He then noticed she was sniffling, did he make the poor girl cry? There was a soft pain in his chest when he heard those sniffles, he felt terrible.

He stepped back over to her, then turned her back around.

“This is so humiliating-” She began, but before she could get another word out, Buggy connected his lips with hers.

It was a soft kiss, but it was passionate nonetheless. However Buggy hadn’t kissed anyone since he was in his 20s, so he was a bit rusty and had to turn his head awkwardly so he wouldn’t hit her with his damned nose. When he pulled back his face was flushed a bright red. Oh I shouldn’t have done that… He knew pirates didn’t go by any rulebooks or whatnot, but he knew he had committed a dozen conduct violations.

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes were wide, she looked so vulnerable and small compared to his large stature, Buggy felt more heat rise to his face, his eyes just as wide as hers. His arms instinctively squeezed around her waist, it was gentle and subtle but it pulled Y/n closer to him. Buggy realized what he was doing and quickly pulled away from her and grabbed his hat, he was quick to rush out of the laundry room. He let out a few grumbles to excuse himself although nothing coherent came out.

Buggy had locked himself away in his quarters for the rest of the evening, he was embarrassed and ashamed. Of course he always wanted to do that, everybody on his crew wanted to get a piece of Y/n, being horny pirates who haven’t seen a woman in ages before she came along and all… he sat at the edge of his bed, hands over his face as he sighed. Well if she wasn’t creeped out before she definitely is now, he growled to himself, Should I apologize? I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now-

His thoughts were halted when he heard a light knock at his door. This was around the time when Y/n would bring him dinner, which made Buggy feel even more terrible. The poor girl was probably so scared she thought she still had to make him food. The captain sighed as he stood up and made his way over to the door, opening it.

“It’s ok Y/n, you don’t have to-” Buggy was interrupted by Y/n stepping into his quarters, she then sighed and turned to look at him once she had entered.

“Was the kiss real?” She asked him, making Buggy speechless for a moment, she then spoke up again, “Or was it just a nervous reflex?”

Buggy thought for a moment, he didn’t know why he went in initially. It just felt like the right thing to do in the moment, “I-…” he felt his cheeks redden again, “Yes.” He croaked, “I’m sorry.” He said, putting a hand to his forehead.

“Don’t be.” Y/n said quietly, stepping closer to him, looking down at the floor, she then looked up at him again and put a hand to his face, cupping his jaw, his stubble prickled at her hand.

“I-… haven’t shaved.” Buggy chuckled nervously. Which made Y/n laugh and lean into kissing him on the lips, “I don’t mind.” She whispered when she pulled away.

One thing led to another, and before Buggy knew it, Y/n was stripped down to her underwear, lying beneath him on his bed. He was shirtless, his hands roamed over her body, he then pulled back and quickly slipped his gloves off with his teeth, tossing them to the side so he could get a good feel of Y/n’s body more thoroughly.

“Damn baby.” Buggy growled under his breath, making Y/n whimper and shiver. His fingers toyed around the hem of her bra strap, then he quickly moved his hands behind her to unclip her bra and toss it to the side. He lowered his face down in her chest and breathed it in.

In all honesty, Buggy didn’t care if he seemed like a perv, he was so lost in the moment that he was acting purely on instinct, though Y/n didn’t seem to mind at all, one of her legs was wrapped around his hips, her hands on his back. Her skin was cold to the touch, which took him aback at first but the warmth from his own body quickly warmed her up.

Buggy maneuvered the position and laid Y/n on her side, his crotch pressed up right against her ass, he lifted one of her legs in the air and detached his free hand, using that to move her panties to the side and rub at her clit. Her whimpers and moans were like sweet music to his ears, she was trembling against him, gasping softly. “Captain…” Y/n whimpered breathily, looking up at him.

“That’s right baby.” Buggy chuckled, watching her jolt and tilt her head back when he pushed deeper into her, groaning softly at the way her pussy swallowed his fingers. He added another one, until he got his whole hand inside of her, he thrusted in and out, she was already soaking wet, dripping onto him. Her moans grew, she panted heavily.

Buggy took his hand off of her leg to unzip his pants, fishing his cock out and letting it pop off, floating it over to Y/n’s mouth. His tip brushed against her soft lips, he gripped her chin firmly, “Open up, babygirl.” He said behind a devious grin. Y/n opened her mouth, then gagged against him as he slid his cock slowly down her throat until she took him all the way down to the base. Buggy let out a guttural grunt as her mouth squeezed around him. He thrusted his cock back and forth in her mouth while he thrusted his hand in and out of her pussy, essentially fucking her from both ends.

“You’re so fucking good.” Buggy groaned, “Letting an old clown like me use you like this…” he chuckled dryly, “You might be more of a freak than me.” He laughed. As Buggy thrusted his cock and hand in and out of her, he watched her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, he licked his lips, it was so arousing and it urged him to thrust deeper and faster into her throat, his balls hitting her chin as he fucked her face. Y/n’s eyes were rolled back, she was gagging and whimpering against his cock, juice splashing from her wet pussy as Buggy used her.

“Good girl…” Buggy growled deeply, “You’re being so good for your captain…” he grinned.

Buggy felt that familiar twinge in his cock, he groaned deeply, getting so close to spilling in her throat— but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to plunge inside of her. He quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a soft ‘pop’ from her lips before he could climax, then slid his hand out of her pussy. They were both panting heavily, Buggy’s cock hanging mid air, still hard yet dripping with her saliva. Y/n finally got a good look at it, his cock was big, veiny and girthy, with a fluff of thick blue hair feathering at the base of it, she remembered the way it had tickled her nose when he was fucking her face seconds ago.

Buggy turned Y/n’s face so she could face him, he kissed her on the lips, gently patting her on the cheek, “You can take me well, huh?” He chuckled, then his cock flew between her legs, pushing itself into her gaping pussy, making her gasp and arch her back, then let out another loud moan.

“That’s it.” Buggy chuckled, then grunted once he crammed himself deep inside, “Yes…” he moaned deeply.

He didn’t waste any time, thrusting with just as much force as when he had his cock in her mouth. Y/n gripped at the pillows, Buggy held her by the waist as their grunts and moans filled the room, his crummy bed squeaked beneath them. Buggy fucked her roughly, slamming his cock in and out of her, keeping her legs wide open for him as she trembled and squirmed. Y/n moaned his name out, whimpering and arching her back all for him. Buggy kissed her on the neck, then sucked on that area of skin, he hadn’t felt this good in so long, he didn’t know how he got this lucky.

“Captain!” Y/n moaned out again, her hips staggering, letting him know she was close.

“Just let it out baby…” Buggy groaned against her neck, “Let it all out, show me how good this cock is.”

Y/n’s pussy clenched around his cock, she came around him, coating his cock in that sweet cream. She let out a loud breath, then whimpered when Buggy continued to thrust, panting rhythmically.

Buggy was seeing stars, groaning and grunting as he plowed into Y/n, getting closer and closer to spilling out inside of her. “Can I-…” he grunted out, gasping before he could even get a word out from being so winded, “Bust inside…?”

Y/n gave him a nod, “Please.” She whimpered to him.

It didn’t take long before Buggy let out a deep grunt, holding Y/n tightly as he came inside of her, filling her up with sperm. Their sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, Buggy was so close to falling limp, it felt like all of the energy he had was drained out of him in an instant. He rolled over on his back, cock sliding out of her as his hands reconnected to his wrists.

“Holy fuck…” Buggy winced.

Y/n giggled, panting just as heavily but having more energy despite all of this. She rolled over as well and snuggled up against his side, holding his face again, noticing how he was completely flushed, his face was so red it looked like his nose was glowing too, she could help but laugh at that.

“You’re so cute, captain.” She kissed him on the cheek. No doubt the entire crew heard their love-making but Buggy was too exhausted to deal with it right now, hell he didn’t think he could even pull himself out of bed.

He turned to look at Y/n, then giggled at her, “You have a very odd taste in men.”

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nanaminsmoon · 9 months

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Your asks are so good 😭 please a part 2 to suburban eren where reader learns her lesson & everyone stops treating eren like a bitch

a/n: free my boy from the bitch allegations mane😞

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, sex in public, eren is beating niggas up, n word usage, eren calls reader; 'baby'

wc: 2945+ lazily proofread bc i'm tired lol

”where's armin?”, eren asked to the first person he saw.

rage raced through eren’s veins as his eyes ran all over the dimly lit party. although he had met some of the people there in the past, his anger had tinted his vision a deep red and he could barely place the faces he was seeing. nonetheless, his arms wouldn’t stop pushing past dancing bodies, and his feet wouldn’t stop moving until he was walking through the glass doors at the back of the house. and, through the clouds of smoke surrounding the group of people sat laughing and talking, he’d see a blonde head of hair. enraged emeralds would note that the blonde locks hid lidded eyes, and were reaching to touch the brown hand wiping off a glossy patch on their owner’s cheek. fury had stiffened eren’s limbs but his eyes were still busy as ever, latching onto the movement of armin’s thumb on the exposed skin under your outfit.

eren’s chest rose and fell as he breathed out a futile attempt to calm himself; tranquillity was inhaled, but was exhaled as something that was becoming harder to control with every passing moment he spent looking at you and armin sat together. so eren would relax his balled hands, before putting them in the pockets of his joggers and making his way towards you guys. ymir was the first to notice his arrival and, after she did so, she’d look to you then in the direction of your boyfriend. and your laughter would cease the second your eyes landed on him, hands quickly pushing armin off you. obviously surprised, armin turned to look at what you were looking at, and when he saw eren, his immediate response was a smug grin. the general consensus had not changed; in everyone’s minds, eren couldn’t hurt a fly—even if that fly had been hovering over his girl for months, and had finally landed on her thigh. he’d let it do whatever it wanted to, because he didn’t have the backbone to defend himself. but the general consensus differed from the truth. and, within a few moments, armin would feel the truth lifting him from his seat by his hoodie. light murmurs of distress would erupt from the group, but they’d settle just as quickly. because, again, no one thought this nigga would do shit.

relief canopied the group when eren’s hand moved from armin’s hoodie. but it’d be replaced by disbelief when it formed a fist that would soon meet armin’s jaw. everyone tensed, bodies frozen over by shock. but connie and ony would be the first to move once eren’s fist moved to connect with armin’s face again. they’d try to pull eren from the blonde, but he’d brush them off. even as armin fell backwards onto the seat you two had been sat at, eren just hovered over him—his fists colliding with every part of armin’s face they could reach behind armin’s raised arms. armin couldn’t fight, but he did keep it on him in case he needed to protect himself. and that made you worry for eren, but you weren’t about to get smacked up trying to save your boyfriend. so you’d just keep your distance, even as everyone kept looking to you to rein your man in.

”y/n, get your man”, sasha beckoned for you to get eren just as connie and ony finally succeeded in pulling him off the, now bruised, blonde.

”she ain’t gonna do shit but go sit in the car”, eren brushed himself off. even after everything, everyone still thought you ran shit in your relationship, so they’d all look to you to clap back. and you did.

”i ain’t going nowhere until i know you’re gonna leave him alone”, you crossed your arms, and eren pushed past connie and ony, and started walking towards you. eren would never hurt you, and you knew that. but seeing the anger painted on his face made you take a step back, and he’d notice you moving backwards, and stop a few feet from you.

”y/n, you know how i feel about asking you to do shit twice. i ain't got time for you to play hero, so get your ass in the fucking car.”, he spoke and, although you nervously shifted where you were stood, you didn’t move. so eren’s reddened hand would point to the glass table everyone had been sat around,

“and if you think i won’t bend you over right here and fuck some sense into you in front of all your friends, you know nothin’ about me.”, every eye in the space widened, pupils eager to get a better look at your reaction. looking at your friends’ expectant expressions, a part of you wanted to give them the reaction they wanted. but, looking back at eren, you could see that he wasn’t bluffing. and that realisation was imprinted on your features.

”so you gonna go get in the car, or am i gonna have to drag you there myself?”, eren spoke quietly. and you just nodded before turning to walk away, head bowed as you walked out of the party to sit by yourself in eren’s car.

the cuts and bruises on armin’s face were at the hands of two people; eren’s vengeful ones, and your petty ones that had decided to press ‘post’ on the ig story of you laying in armin’s bed. nothing happened between you, but the image ignited an ireful fire inside of eren. that fire would be fuelled by the lyrics appearing over the picture; ”cause i got another nigga that’s gon do it if he don’t”. and they’d play over and over again, the temperature of eren’s ears increasing with each listen. no one bats an eyelid at someone wiping their feet on a doormat, and that’s why eren knew no one would care about you posting that shit. and a call to check if you had lost your mind, was sent straight to voicemail. and that’s how wrath ended up sat beside him as he sped to your friend’s birthday party.

it was a terrible idea, you knew that. but you needed to let him know that if he didn’t make you nut then another nigga would. the reason you chose armin was because you two were friends. he was aware you were using him, but couldn’t care less because armin had always been vocal about how he liked you, and eren was aware of that fact. that’s why his grip on your wrist was starting to cut off circulation as he pulled you out of the front seat. on his way to the party, eren knew what type of shit you’d be wearing because he looked forward to nights like this; nights where he could use the excuse of protecting you from creeps to be all over you. seeing someone else do that birthed the insanity that controlled his limbs as he bent you over the backseat—your feet still planted on the concrete.

because of how short your skirt was, you could feel the cool evening wind caressing your clothed core as soon as eren bent you over. that’d soon be cancelled out by the warmth of eren’s hands smoothing over your exposed skin. and, contrary to their earlier actions, they’d be very delicate. even as they grabbed at your ass cheek, squeezing it slightly. but their softness would cease when you’d feel a harsh smack land on your plush flesh. the thought of armin’s thumb evoking any type of sensation on your skin angered eren beyond belief. so he would make sure that the only thing you’d be able to remember from tonight would be the feeling of his skin meeting yours.

eren’s hand collided with your ass, and moistened underwear, ten times before you decided that quiet yelps of pain were not doing anything. so you’d lift yourself up, and look back at him.

”eren, we’re outside and people could see us, let’s just go home.”, you shivered out, and air blew out of eren’s nose in a light scoff.

”you decided to make shit public when you started posting shit on ig, y/n. so let’s keep it that way.”, would be eren’s only response, before he’d lean down to pull your underwear aside, a low moan leaving his mouth at the thin fabric sticking to you. the last fluid ounces of kindness in eren’s body would be stamped onto your wet folds in a gentle kiss that’d cause you to shudder. then eren’s fingers would spread you apart, letting the night air play with your clit before he’d be sucking it into his mouth. and, even though the music coming from the party would drown out any noise you made, your hand still instinctively rose to cover your mouth as eren’s tongue languidly moved from your clit to your hole. it’d repeat that pattern, occasionally sucking on your clit again, and an army of shivers would march down your spine at the vibrations caused by his low moans,

”if only you behaved as good as you tasted”, he murmured onto you, and your only response was a thoughtless whimper.

unlike the last time you guys fucked, you cumming was eren’s only priority; if this is how you acted when he denied you of relief, then he’d give you so much that it’d pain you. and that process started when his mouth dragged you to your release by your ankles, your only warning to eren before you drenched his face and shirt being,

”’ren, w-wait, i’m-m cummingg”. your body had forgotten how good eren could make you feel so it didn’t know how to react. volts of electricity rushed through your bloodstream, lifting your hands as they hit at the leather underneath you. and, even after you came on his mouth, eren’s tongue wouldn’t halt.

”’r-ren, sstop”, you reached back. the part of your brain that was still capable of working knew that you wouldn’t be able to reach him, but it still felt the need to alert him of the fact that he was about to make you lose your mind. and your, ever so attentive, boyfriend would acquiesce and remove his mouth from your weeping hole, dampening the skin surrounding it with his lips. however, that relief would be short-lived. soon, eren would be knuckle deep inside you, fingers pumping frantically while his other hand sat flat on your back, trying to keep you still as you moved to get up.

overstimulation would clamp your eyes shut, wringing out a salty trail of remorse. remnants of that trail would merge with the moisture leaving your parted lips, to end up on eren’s car seats. his fingers hadn’t stopped even after you had cum around them, and their ferocity would distract you from eren pulling his dick out of his joggers. you’d only be made aware of it when his tip would briefly peck your entrance before eren would be sheathed inside you. he’d be still for a second because, no matter how many times you guys fucked, he could never get used to how tight you were. but, once he started moving, he would be everything but gentle; his tip would bully your cervix, over and over again until you had to reach your hand around and place it on his stomach. eren would look at it, before his hands would grab it, as well as your other one. tsking at you as he did,

”you might be dumb enough to post whatever that shit was, but i know you’re smart enough to not interrupt me when i’m fucking my pussy.”, he held both of your hands in one of his own, and his other would run up your leg, its final destination being your nape. he’d let it sit there before ducking his head into the car to lean forward and kiss the side of your neck. no matter how loud you got, or many times you whined in that desperate way he loved, even if someone walked past, eren’s hips would keep moving. concerns about your location had been long fucked out of your mind, so your lips moved to form pleas eren had only ever heard in private.

”fuck, ‘ren, d-don’t stop-p”, and he wouldn’t. the circumstances were odd, but eren felt good fucking you properly again. it felt good to make you feel so good you didn’t care who heard you.

”you think armin could fuck you like this?”, eren spoke into the side of your neck. the shaking of your head would force eren’s hand into your hair and it’d pulled at it to lift your head toward him.

”you know how i get about you not talking to me, baby. use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me how good it feels”,

”it fffeels g-good, ‘rren”, eren would hum in approval and push your head back onto the seats underneath you.

despite the fact that you were literally fucking out of the back of this nigga’s car, you and eren were in a bubble. both of you inured to passerbys, you no longer flinched at the sound of footsteps. it also helped that most of them were muted, and replaced, by the skin on your ass cheeks yelling at the ambush unleashed by eren’s hips. but, there was a pair of footsteps that differed from the others; in their proximity as well as in the way they stopped right by you. in the corner of his eye, eren could see a figure and when he looked, he saw connie just stood there.

”what d’you want?”, eren spat out, his hips not stopping once.

”just wanted to tell her that she left this”, connie held out a lighter, his eyes glued to the navy blue sky. and eren chuckled.

”she's busy right now,”, he'd carefully pull you up by your hair, making sure you didn’t hit your head, ”tell him you're busy, baby”, and his grip on your hair would be almost painful, yet it still felt so good. as unbelievable as it sounds, eren is a reasonable guy, he knew that none of this was necessary. but he needed the ‘bitch boy’ title to be given to someone else so, from that day on, he wouldn’t have other guys thinking they could do what armin did. so if he had to fuck niggas up, and make your back arch in public to make that happen, then so be it.

”r-ren, n-no”, you pleaded, head starting to shake again. people’s opinions of you had changed the second eren shooed you away to his car like a puppy, the last thing you needed was one of your friends to see you getting your shit torn up over his backseat. but eren didn’t give a fuck, so he kissed his teeth, and lifted your head up to face connie. and he'd squeeze at your cheeks, to open your mouth.

”you speak to him or i do it for you, and i ain't got nothing nice to say”, his words travelled to you despite his teeth caging them, and you’d nod obediently.

”i'm-m busyy”, you whined out, and eren hummed before he put your head against the seat again.

”good girl”, he said before he looked back at connie, ”leave it wherever, she’ll get to it”, connie just placed it on the top of the car, and sped out of there. luckily, he left just as eren felt you start to tighten around him again—his cue to keep his pace so he could give you what you had been needing so bad. at this point, eren needed you to nut more than you did. and his wishes would be fulfilled very quickly. courtesy of your pervious orgasms, your volume control had vanished, so you were damn near screaming eren’s name into the leather underneath you as you came around him. you’d deal with the embarrassment another day, the only thing you could focus on at that moment was the way he was fucking into you; relentlessly. even as you soaked the seats, and started scratching at them.

the only time eren would stop would be to move you both inside the car. although he wanted to prove a point, no one saw his pussy but him, meaning that you guys spent the rest of the night steaming up his windows, and ruining his seats. it got to a point where you didn’t know how long you had been in there, and you had lost count of your orgasms after the fifth one, but everything felt so agonisingly good that neither of you wanted to stop. resulting in your combined pleasure making you both delirious. and breeding curiosity in the few people who knocked on the windows to figure out what the fuck you guys were doing in there.

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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and i can be needy, way too damn needy

“oh, didn’t like what i had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “both of them feel that way, you know. they only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. you think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

atsumu too? no, that couldn’t be true. he’s always been your best friend. yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. surely all of that had been genuine?

“that’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. this doesn’t feel the same as when osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. this is uncharted territory. never has anyone else been so callous towards you. usually because one of the boys was there to step in—atsumu to offer a kind word and osamu to throw a punch or two.

but maybe that was the problem. maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

this really wasn't meant to turn into anything! i've had this doc sitting on my computer for months thinking nothing was gonna come from it, but you guys really liked the snippet i shared so here it is.

if you were expecting a big confrontation between osamu's girlfriend and reader, sorry! my crybaby doesn't play that way but she does get her comeuppance 👀

also there wasn't going to be any smut in this fic but.......osamu's hot LOL

words: 3.8k

cw: fem!reader, insecurity, name-calling, fingering, jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity mention, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

You walked into the kitchen expecting to see Osamu with his head in the fridge as usual. Instead, you found something worse, his girlfriend leaning on the counter. A scowl on her face as soon as she locks eyes with you. It’s the first time you’ve ever been alone with her, without Osamu there to make a mean comment at your expense that makes her laugh sweetly, “Baby, you’re being so rude!” she’d say in her shrill voice.

But there’s none of that in her face at the moment. She crosses her arms, eyebrows furrowed as she gets a good look at you. “Of course, you’re here too,” she says, attempting to grumble under her breath but it’s definitely loud enough for you to hear.

You don’t really want to know what she meant, mumbling an apology in her direction before trying to shuffle past her to the stairs. She’s quicker than you, though, blocking your path and almost tripping you in the process. “What the hell are you doing here?” She gets in your face, demanding an answer. It’s only when she’s so close that you take in how pretty she actually is: full, pouty lips, a high arch in her eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose.

She didn’t look like the kind of girl Osamu dated, but you figured that wasn’t a fair assumption for you to make. You didn’t really know what kind of girls Osamu liked. Whenever his brother brought the topic up, it usually ended with a punch to the gut.

“Atsumu and I have plans,” you said, hoping she’d leave you alone. She purses her lips, seemingly not satisfied with your response. “Could you—”

“Do you not have friends of your own? You’re always tagging along with the twins, aren’t you embarrassed?” her features twist into a smile, one of ridicule. You’re not sure how to respond, mouth clamping up as you hope for someone to come downstairs and save you. But you’re not that lucky and your silence only pisses her off even more. “Not even going to defend yourself? Samu’s right, you’re hopeless!”

Hopeless? Had Osamu said that about you? He’s said worse things to your face, sure, but never once did you think he spoke about you behind your back. Did he talk about you to her? Complain about you? Of course, you weren’t his favorite person in the world but did he actually feel that way?

You could feel your stomach churning, a bitter taste bubbling in the back of your throat. You had to get out of there, but your legs wouldn’t move. “Oh, didn’t like what I had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “Both of them feel that way, you know. They only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

Atsumu too? No, that couldn’t be true. He’s always been your best friend. Yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but Atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. Surely all of that had been genuine?

“That’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. This doesn’t feel the same as when Osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. This is uncharted territory. Never has anyone else been so callous towards you. Usually because one of the boys was there to step in—Atsumu to offer a kind word and Osamu to throw a punch or two.

But maybe that was the problem. Maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

“Please, do you think they’d say it to your face? To the crybaby that lives next door? They don’t want to hurt your feelings but someone needs to give you a reality check.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you snap back, feeling the tightness in your chest. Even when Osamu was giving you his worst, he never made you feel so small.

She laughs humorlessly, taking a step forward into your personal space and leaning down. It feels so humiliating. “I know enough,” she claims. “Every time I’m with my boyfriend, he never shuts up about you. What makes you so damn special? Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own.”

You wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. That you knew more about the twins than she did, but all the energy you had left disappeared. And, in turn, her words started playing in your head over and over. Maybe it was true. Maybe your friendship with the twins had run its course—or rather your friendship with one of them did. Osamu had never been your friend before, had he?

Right on cue, the tears started running down your face. You could imagine how red and distorted your face had become, your nose becoming runny and mouth growing dry. You’re rushing out of the room before she could say anything else, running towards your house and slamming the door behind you.

It’s only when you’re finally alone that you allow your sobs to get loud, to feel all your insecurities pouring out into the open. And it’s just so pitiful that your first reaction is to run to Atsumu and point out the person who made you feel this way. What’s most surprising is that, for once, it wasn’t his brother who was at fault. Not even Osamu could make you cry this much.

Your phone starts buzzing every few seconds and through tears, you read out the notifications on the screen.

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: did ya get here yet?

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: thought i heard the front door..

You want to reach out to him, to both of them. But you can’t even bother with a reply. Instead, you turn your phone off, and let your tears flow some more.

You’ve never avoided both of the twins before, but you couldn’t face them after that conversation. It was hard at first, having both of the boys blow up your phone for most of the day was pretty normal. The three of you were always together, whether at each other’s houses, going out, or running errands together. If that wasn’t the case, you’d be on the phone with one of them, usually Atsumu, for hours.

But for the first time, you haven’t been giving either of them your attention—you turned off notifications on your phone, started waking up an hour earlier so you wouldn’t have to walk with them, and you told your parents not to answer their calls.

“Did you get into a fight?” your mother had said. “What did Osamu do this time?” But you didn’t really have an explanation, the real story being far more embarrassing than anything else.

At school, it was harder to steer clear of them. You didn’t share many classes but you ended up moving your seat in the few you did, ducking out of the room as soon as the bell rang to avoid having to talk to them. Thankfully, volleyball kept them busy and limited your interactions.

There was one incident in the cafeteria where you nearly broke your-self isolation.

It was easy for Atsumu to find you in a crowded room, locking eyes with you across the cafeteria. The boys were there with Suna and Ginjima talking amongst themselves and being rowdy as usual. Atsumu waved in your direction, beckoning for you to sit with them and you nearly did. Until you saw her cuddled up to Osamu’s side, a disapproving look on her face.

Osamu’s face didn’t look that pleasant either. “Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own…”

Suddenly feeling nauseous, you turned your back on the table. Grabbing your food, you make your way towards the roof and eat there. You could usually be alone up there, without being a bother to anyone else.

“Did Osamu do something to you?” Suna asked one day when you were in the library. It was safe to study there—the boys had been banned in their first year after one too many fights. Suna sat across from you, an unreadable look on his face as he watched you take notes. “You haven’t come to practice in a week.”

You figured there was no use in avoiding him and continued to keep doing work. “Why does everyone think he did something?”

“Something had to have happened. Tweedledee and Tweedledum said you haven’t spoken to them in a while,” he leans back in his chair with his feet up on the table. Even during the worst moments with Osamu, you’d still end up getting dragged to practice somehow. “They’ve been fighting a lot more than usual. Kinda annoying, honestly…”

That didn’t do much to quell your anxiety. It was always nasty when the boys fought but the idea of sitting in the bleachers with her after what she said made you queasy. Maybe it had nothing to do with you. The twins fighting wasn’t out of the ordinary, what made you so special?

“I’m really busy with school, okay?” you motion towards the mess of papers on the table you’re working at. But Suna looks unconvinced, probably thinking back to all the times you’ve either done homework or studied while watching the team practice. “Just don’t tell them that you spoke to me, please?”

One thing you love about Suna is that he doesn’t pry. If you’re not ready to talk about something, he’ll hold off on asking questions. “Fine,” he sighs, getting up. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you’ve got it figured out. But do something quick, ‘cause I don’t know how much patience Kita has left.”

You can’t explain the uneasiness in your gut while watching Suna leave the room. He was wrong, you didn’t have it figured out. There wasn’t a plan or an end goal in mind. But you couldn’t face the boys just yet. And, honestly, whatever was going on would figure itself out with or without you.

“No, no, no, no…” you groan to yourself fishing through your backpack for the tenth time, hoping your keys would somehow magically appear. There was a torrential downpour outside and your parents weren’t home or answering their phones. Like an idiot, you forgot your keys and certainly didn’t have an umbrella, your soaked uniform sticking to you, your body freezing and shivering.

The only people who had spare keys were the twins and their mother. “For emergencies,” said your own mother so long ago but they were never actually used for emergencies. All too often, the boys would barge into your home for snacks or drinks, but mostly for you. They’d pluck you from your bedroom—it didn’t matter if you were studying or sleeping, really—and drag you back to their house to watch a movie or settle an argument.

You asked your mother to tell them you weren't home or hid out in the library until it was too late for them to show up at your front door. But now, you were royally fucked and were running out of options. “Please be here…” you cried, wishing for your keys to end up in your hand.

“Are ya stupid? Yer gonna catch yer fuckin’ death out here!” It wasn’t hard to figure out who the voice belonged to. Osamu stormed to the front of your house, pissed off as he shoved you under his umbrella. “The fuck ya standin’ here for? Yer practically blue!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue or come up with some excuse to distance yourself from him. Not when your crybaby tears were threatening to come back again. “I don’t have my keys,” you sobbed, feeling cold and pathetic.

Osamu grabs you by the sleeve and hauled you next door to his house, cursing with every wet stomp of his feet. You’re pushed through the front entrance, already forming a puddle on the floor. The shoes by the door let you know their mother isn’t home either.

“Dude! Ya were right behind me, what took ya so long—” Atsumu stops dead in his tracks when he spots you, an unreadable emotion on his face but he’s quick to go into protective mode, running towards you and his brother. “What—”

“She forgot her fuckin’ keys,” Osamu grouches, sticking the umbrella in a stand near the door. He turns to you, looking as if he wants to bite your head off. “Go upstairs and take a hot shower. We’ll get ya clean clothes.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” her words are in your head again. The twins need to take care of you yet again because you’re too stupid to remember to carry a fucking key. “I just need my—”

“I don’t remember askin’ ya,” Osamu says, pushing you in the direction of their bathroom. “Go.” Your eyes flick to Atsumu but he’s in agreement with his twin. Embarrassed, you start heading upstairs, wishing for all of this to be over.

The boys left clean clothes for you outside the bathroom door after your shower. As expected, the shirt and pajama bottoms were much bigger, completely drowning you. Your wet clothes were thrown in the laundry room to be washed and dried. You’re too nervous to go into the living room and face them, but hiding upstairs would only make the situation worse.

You decide to just rip the band-aid.

Wringing the rest of the water with your towel, you walk in to see the boys talking amongst themselves. They stop when you enter the room, Atsumu looking apologetic as he leaves room on the couch for you to sit. A cup of tea sits on the coffee table, likely made by Osamu and you’re certain his anger would only get worse if you refuse.

It doesn’t take very long for Osamu to start interrogating you as soon as you sit down. “Why the fuck didn’t ya come here sooner?” he stands in front of you and his brother, grey eyes shooting daggers at yours.

“I thought I had them,” you lied, letting the cup warm your still cold hands. “I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“But why would ya think yer a bother?” This time Atsumu spoke, his hand reaching out to rub your shoulder. You appreciated the extra warmth. “Better yet, where have ya been lately? Ya stopped talkin’ to us out of nowhere.” You don’t miss the way his eyes glance over at Osamu. He probably thinks it’s his fault too.

“You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?” You’re so fed up at this point that her name falls from your mouth before you could stop yourself. Osamu quirks his brow, probably wondering what she has to do with any of this.

So you tell them—You mention all the nasty things she said to you, the cruel looks she’d shoot your way at school, and how you felt too stupid to tell them because a part of you really wondered if it was true. By the time you’re done, there are a few stray tears running down your face that you didn’t notice at first. A frustrated crybaby to the very end, you’re nothing if not consistent.

They’re both angry now, eyes locked with one another. “Did ya know about this?” Atsumu’s tone was accusatory.

“Of course I fuckin’ didn’t, why didn’t ya tell me?” Osamu asked, looking at you, but his brother is quick to come to your defense.

“It doesn’t matter when she told us, what matters is that it was yer girlfriend that said that shit to her.” He snaps, pulling you closer to his frame to soothe you. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu, tongue poking his cheek. “What’re ya gonna do about it, Samu?”

The younger twin rolls his eyes takes a deep breath and walks out the room, choosing not to start a yelling match for once. Once you are alone, Atsumu wraps you in his arms for a hug. “Please don’t disappear like that on us again,” he says, refusing to let go. “I won’t be so nice next time.” You can hear the dumb grin on his face. You’ve missed him, both of them. Atsumu makes sure you finish the rest of your tea before walking off to set up the futon for you—he suggested you spend the night and didn’t take no for an answer.

You’re folding your uniform a few hours later after taking it out of the dryer. It should probably be ironed before you could wear it again but, thankfully, there’s no school tomorrow. While you’re there, you decide to fold the rest of the clean clothes there as well, knowing the boys’ mother would appreciate it.

The sweet silence was broken with Osamu’s heavy steps coming downstairs, screaming into his phone, unaware that you’re also in the room. “I don’t wanna hear it and don’t even think about comin’ here and gettin’ yer shit,” From all the years of knowing him, you’ve never heard his voice get like that. Even when he and Atsumu were fighting and he’s certainly never yelled at you like that.

“Get one of yer stupid friends to pick it up from Atsumu or Suna or I’m throwin’ it the fuck out. I’m blockin’ yer ass after that. Fuck off.” He hangs up without another word and that’s when he catches you kneeling in front of the dryer with piles of folded clothes. His face doesn’t soften as he gets down on your level, eyes scanning your form. “That’s Tsumu’s shirt…”

Staring down at the much too big shirt, you now realize that he’s right. You hadn’t really considered which of their shirts the boys gave since you were more concerned with having warm clothes than anything else. “I just grabbed whatever was there—” Osamu’s quick movements take you by surprise. Next thing you know, he has you pinned to the floor, hovering over you. It rattles you at first, but Osamu’s always been known to push you around whenever he felt like it. “Samu—”

“Don’t keep secrets from me. Ya should’ve told me as soon as she said that shit.” His knee is between your legs and you wonder if his intentions are pure. All of your clothes were soaked from the storm and all Osamu had to do to get to your more intimate parts was wander his hands just slightly underneath your shirt. It had been a while since he did anything like that. Osamu was loyal to the girls he dated. At least you think. So many times he’s trapped you for a quick kiss when nobody else was in the room, it’s possible that you had overlapped with his relationships a few times.

Maybe that’s why she hated you so much.

“If any of that bullshit was true,” Osamu continues, noticing the apprehension on your face. “I wouldn’t put up with yer sensitive ass.”

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, fingers twisting between the fabric of your shirt. You felt stupid, letting your own insecurities and her words get to your head when you know none of them to be true. With all the years you’ve known them, you should have given the boys more credit. “I missed you.”

Finally, Osamu’s face relaxes. At this point, you wonder if he was actually upset with you this whole time, or with himself since it was his ex-girlfriend who had said caused all this. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s overwhelming, like all his kisses and it feels wrong to be so close just moments after he broke up with her, but it doesn’t stop you from deepening it.

“Such a pretty little crybaby, don’t know why I even bother with anyone else,” his voice is thick while his hands tug at your clothes. “Take this off. I’ll give ya my shirt in a bit, just lemme see ya.”

The sensation of your breasts being exposed to the cold laundry room to Osamu’s warm mouth wrapping itself around your nipple. A sharp whine leaves your lips but you stifle it, remembering that Atsumu is still upstairs. Osamu bites down on the sensitive bud, as one of his hands reaches past the sweats you had on, groaning when he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear.

Two of Osamu’s fingers plunge into your cunt without warning. It gets harder and harder to muffle your noises, eyes welling up with tears. “Wanna hear yer pretty noises, dummy. Been hidin’ from me too fuckin’ long. I deserve ‘em,” he growls, biting down hard on your breast just to force a high-pitched cry from you.

You pray that Atsumu is in his room. The thought of anyone seeing you in such a compromising position—half-naked and humping against Osamu’s hand—would be so humiliating but it has you whining and moaning even more.

“Can feel yer pussy clenchin’ around my fingers. Gonna make ya cum on the fuckin’ floor like a slut,” You can hear how wet you are, juices flowing down Osamu’s hand and it’s becoming too much. His thumb circles your clit as his fingers speed up. You pull him in for a kiss, burying your cries into his mouth. “Cum fer me, stupid girl. Missed this pretty pussy, need ya to cum.”

By the time he adds a third finger, you’re already too far gone. With a final, exasperated sob, you cum around Osamu’s hand. He stares, mesmerized by how sensitive your cunt is when he pulls his fingers out, your essence catching the light.

Your brain is too fuzzy to notice Osamu wiping his hand with Atsumu’s shirt, too busy trying to stop your legs from twitching. “Samu…”

“Don’t start yer whinin’, I’ll clean ya up,” he warns, grabbing a clean t-shirt to put on you. It’s one of his, of course. “Much better.”

“Don’t mind her, y/n,” Suna says after following your line of vision. The two of you were sitting at your regular lunch table a few days later when you felt someone staring daggers at you. Sure enough, there was Osamu’s ex looking back. Her usually pretty face now red and puffy. As horrible as she was, you still feel bad.

“Don’t mind who?” Atsumu asks as he and his brother join you after getting their food. Osamu feels your body tense up and is swift to see the reason why. Watching his eyes meet with hers brings back that unpleasant sinking feeling in your stomach for some reason.

But Osamu is quick to look away, an arm wrapping around his waist as he offers you some of his food. You sneak a brief glance back at her, just in time to see her storm out of the cafeteria.

It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

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Sore Loser - Jake Kiszka

A/N: My first fic of the smut wars with @ageofbarbarians <3 -Not- sorry for this one, Jake’s lane…

This is only LIGHTLY proof-read!

WARNINGS: This is 18+ Minors DNI!! Drinking, party games, Asshole!Jake, dom!Jake, hate-fucking, name calling, blood (it’s not what you think lol) degradation, hair pulling, choking, slapping, spitting, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex. Hopefully I didn’t miss any!

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“Two more, Y/N and you got him!” Sam cheered you on, clearly fighting back the urge to grip the edge of the beer pong table in anticipation.

You had no idea how you got roped into playing a round of beer pong, with the one person you absolutely couldn’t stand. The feeling was mutual, though… Jake couldn��t stand you either. But, you weren’t regretting it as much as you thought you would in the beginning, as you lined yourself up to make your next shot at his last two cups standing.

Meanwhile on your end of the table, most of the cups were still standing.

“Oh…Oh-” Danny whispered, watching the ball leave your fingers. “OH, SHIT!”

“She’s a fucking beast! I told you!” Sam shouted as he and Danny cheered obnoxiously.

“Do you want her to sink this last one, or just accept defeat now??” Sam snorted, laughing even more as Jake’s face grew even more irritated.

“You could still recover…” Josh tried to soothe him, knowing good and well there was not a chance of a comeback.

Jake shot him a death glare over his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Someone handed the ball back to you and you let out a long, nervous breath. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop; all eyes -Jake’s included- staring you down with some antsy and some hopeful expressions. Jake’s face was just downright livid.

You lifted your arm, setting yourself up for what would hopefully your final, winning shot.

Holding your breath, you flicked your wrist just so and the small ball flew from your fingers, directly into Jake’s last cup flawlessly.

The room erupted in loud cheers, Danny, Sam and even Josh coming around to bombard you with praises and tipsy hugs.

Jake’s hands slammed down against the wooden table with a loud bang that startled at least half the room. The force of his actions shook the whole table, causing the remaining cups of liquor on your end to spill everywhere.

“Come on, Jake. Don’t be a sore loser.” You teased, only pushing his buttons further.

God, was it nice to be the one doing the shit talking for once. Finally being the one to make Jake mad, versus the other way around - how it normally was.

Jake snatched his (still mostly full) bottle of whiskey from the table angrily, leaving drops of the sloshing liquid all over the table from the force in which he snatched it. Josh watched him attentively, opening his mouth to speak, but shut it as soon as Jake stormed passed him.

The whole room made awkward attempts at turning their attention elsewhere, in attempts at pretending Jake’s little outburst didn’t happen, save for the four of you.

“I think he might be pissed.” Sam snickered in his intoxicated state. “Like really pissed. God, he’s such a hot head.”

“No shit, Sam.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s just the alcohol…”

It definitely was not just the alcohol and you all knew it.

“He’ll be fine… Just let him be, I guess.” Josh sighed, eyes fixed on the hallway Jake had just disappeared down.

You could tell Josh was slightly taken aback by Jake’s behavior, which made a twinge of guilt start to form inside you - Even though you disliked him because of how he treated you. However, there was not a chance in hell you were going to ruin your once-in-a-blue-moon victory.

“Should I go apologize?” you questioned, biting back a smirk.

The eyes of all three boys shot to you immediately, widened with shock.

“Are you okay? Or are you that drunk?” Danny questioned, walking towards you with outstretched arms.

You huffed a laugh, swatting his arms away. “No, I’m not drunk, Danny. I’d say that was pretty fucking sobering.”

“I would definitely leave Jake alone right now, if I were you.” Josh suggested lightly.

As his twin, he knows Jake better than anyone in the room. You knew you should listen to Josh, but being the biggest hardhead, you were definitely going to ignore his suggestion.

“I’m just gonna go talk to him.” You told them, earning you looks of disapproval from Danny and Josh.

“You two can barely get along. I seriously don’t think this is the best choice you’re making.” Josh tried again, hoping to talk you out of it. “I’d just leave him be.”

“Oh, relax Josh,” Sam shrugged, slumping over into Danny’s shoulder. “We all know you’re not really going up there to apologize.”

You shot Sam a glare of distaste, only making his smirk grow wider. “Am I wrong?”

“Y/N, seriously. If you’re just trying to go in there and rattle his cage even more… don’t.” Josh pleaded with you.

You simply ignored Josh’s pleas, sitting your cup down on the table amongst the others that were tipped over.

All three boys watched you walk down the hall in silence.

“Yeah, okay! Don’t listen to his twin or anything!” Josh yelled after you as you disappeared out of sight.

You shook your head, smiling to yourself at how desperate he sounded. Rightfully so on Josh’s part, to be fair. You were sailing on some dangerous waters.

Those dangerous waters being an angry Jake.

As you reached his door, you fully expected some of your confidence to dissipate out of nerves, fear, whatever. Instead, you found a new wave overcoming you. In your over-confidence and clouded judgment, you reached for the door handle and swung open the door of Jake’s room.

“What the fuck??” Jake snapped, jumping up from where he had been sitting on the bed. There was a blink of thick silence; the perfect opportunity to for you to back out… But you decided to stay.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?! Barging in here like this is your own god damn room?!”

Jake’s voice was loud enough to echo through the entire house. You were sure that Josh, Danny and probably even Sam were all cringing to themselves in the living room.

“I came to apologize.” You flashed him your best doe eyes and sweet smile.

The booming, humorless, laugh that Jake let out made your body jolt lightly.

“Oh! Now that’s fucking golden,” Jake laughed dryly. “In that case, you’re not forgiven. Get the fuck out.”

He pointed at the door and if looks could kill, you would have been dead within seconds.

“God, all this attitude just because you lost to me, Jakey? That’s a bit pathetic, don’t you think?” You provoked him further, smirking wickedly when his face turned bright red right before your eyes.

As his brain further processed everything you’d just said, his fists clenched at his sides and in the blink of an eye, you were being forcefully slammed into his bedroom door.

The door slammed closed behind you with a loud bang, sending a painting that was above the light switch tumbling down from the wall. The force of in which your back hit the door, sent all the air rushing out of your lungs.

Now, this… this was a bit more than you had bargained for.

As if they had been anxiously waiting for something to happen, you heard

loud, rushed footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Y/N? Jake?! What the fuck?!?” Danny yelled from outside the door, jiggling the handle frantically.

“Fuck off, Danny!” Jake bit angrily, reaching down to firmly hold the door handle in place, causing his body to press harder against yours.

“I’m- We’re fine, Danny..” You croaked out, trying -but failing- to sound reassuring.

Jake had his head turned away from you, staring down at the floor, just waiting for Danny to say something else. You on the other hand, had your eyes screwed shut and hands flat against the door. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, breath catching in your throat every so often.

The two of you stayed just like that for what felt like ages, but was really only seconds. The only sounds being your’s and Jake’s breathing and the low sounds of Jimi Hendrix playing through his record player.

“If they kill each other, they kill each other...” You faintly heard Danny mumble to whoever was with him. Most likely Josh.

You could picture Danny shrugging in utter defeat.

“Jake..” you whispered hesitantly and his eyes shot up to yours immediately.

Jake’s stare was cold and dark. Downright bone-chilling and it made you feel immensely intimidated.

“You-” He growled, letting go of the door handle and pointing his finger at you. “-You have some goddamn nerve, you know that? God, I was hoping you would go straight through this door, but I guess I’m not that lucky.”

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly, while you fought with your brain to come up with at least a half decent comeback.

“You couldn’t put me through this door, even if you were Danny’s size.” You fired back. Finally.

“Mm. If only Daniel hated you as much as I do… I would gladly ask him to do it.” Jake spoke wishfully, mostly ignoring your blow - comparing his size to Danny’s.

“Too bad he doesn’t.” You smirked triumphantly. “Does it get exhausting, Jakey? Hating my guts for no apparent reason?” You lended a sweetness to your tone, especially on the nickname.

“Stop fucking calling me that.” Jake demanded. “You know what gets exhausting?? Listening to you talk. That annoying, sweet, little voice of yours makes my blood boil.”

“Then shut me up, Jakey.” You challenged him, glancing down at his lips briefly without thinking. “You won’t do shit.”

Jake placed one hand on your hip and wrapped his other around your throat. His whole body pressed you harder into the door with the new leverage; the wood cracking and popping softly behind you. His face was suddenly millimeters from yours, his lips ghosting over the skin just shy of your lips. It was as if he was fighting every urge in his body that was screaming at him to kiss you. To take you to bed and fuck you senseless; the way he always wanted to deep down, but would never dare admit to himself.

“I won’t do shit…?” He spoke against the corner of you mouth.

“Say it again.”

Your own mind raced, trying to figure out why you so badly wanted to seek out his lips.

Your body took over, as if acting without permission from your brain. You chased after the impending kiss as much as your body would allow with his hand around your throat, pinning your head against the door.

“No.” Jake growled, pulling away just out of your reach. “Tell me again I won’t do shit.”

“You won’t do shit.”

Jake flashed you the tiniest smirk, before-

Smack.

His hand retreated from your throat and collided with your cheek. Not enough to genuinely hurt you, but enough to cause the slightest sting to form over your skin. A very pleasurable sting, at that - To your surprise.

Jake searched your face, his filthy smirk widening when all he found was your mouth agape in shock and a deep red blush taking over your cheeks. Mentally you were kicking yourself for liking it… And letting him see that you liked it.

“I’m gonna show you just how much I can’t fucking stand you.” Jake said lowly, like it was a promise.

Without letting you even get a word in, his lips finally connected with yours. You kissed him back without a second thought. It was clear some part deep inside both of had been wanting it, just by how desperate and intense the kiss was.

As the kids intensified, your hands found the hem of his shirt. You gave it a strong tug, signaling that you wanted it gone.

“Already? God you’re such an impatient little whore.” Jake taunted, pulling away to tug his shirt over his head.

“If I’m coming out of my shirt, so are you.”

He pulled away from you, but only leaving you just enough room for you to get your shirt over your head. Once it was off, you were back against the door.

“Jake-“ You hissed, arching away from the cool wood.

“Shut up.”

Jake went for the swell of one of your breasts that was peaking out from your bra. He began biting from there all the way up your neck, to your jaw and finally back to up to your lips, where he captured your lips in another rough kiss.

His lips were -almost literally- intoxicating, tasting of the Whiskey he’d been sipping on for the last couple hours.

Jake broke away just enough to take your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it until a whine finally erupted from you.

“We’ll see how long you keep running this little mouth.” Jake added, grabbing your jaw.

“Around you? Good luck getting me to stop.” You glared up at his lust blown eyes.

Jake jerked you away from the door, practically dragging you over to his bed and throwing you down. Everything he did was with so much force and speed, it made your head spin trying to keep up.

“We’ll see about that when I’m finished fucking you into this mattress.” Jake’s hands found each of your wrists, gathering them both into one hand and pinning them above your head. You gave them an experimental tug, just to see how strong he was - As if how hard he slammed you into his door wasn’t enough proof of his strength.

Jake used one of his legs to spread yours apart and his free hand snuck between your legs, taunting you with a barely there touch over your throbbing core.

“All I better here out of that mouth, is you begging for me to let you cum.” Jake told you, continuing to trace over your core teasingly. “No.. That IS all I’m gonna hear,” Jake rephrased matter-of-factly. “I’ll care about your pleasure when hell freezes over.”

“Well, aren’t you just the biggest pleasure dom.” You jested sarcastically, involuntarily pushing your hips into Jake’s hand.

“And you’re a needy whore.” Jake chuckled without an ounce of humor. “You’re already trying to get some pleasure.”

Jake’s hand swiftly collided with your throbbing cunt, smacking it just like he had done with your cheek.

“Oh, fuck-“ you gasped, jerking your hips away from him.

“Too bad I’m not gonna give it to you…” Jake added on, landing one more smack against you.

“Jake, I-”

“Shut up. One more word from you and I’ll take my belt to your ass.” Jake threatened, but you quickly decided that’s exactly what you wanted.

Jake raised his eyebrows questioningly, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I don’t take commands from a sore loser.” You spoke defiantly, giving one strong yank at your arms.

“You know what-“ Jake mumbled and released your hands, getting off of you.

He stood at the edge of the bed with a dark, heated expression, pointing to the floor.

“Get up, pants off. Now.”

You hesitated for a beat, looking at him with a blank expression.

“Keep fucking trying me, Y/N. PLEASE, keep it up.” Jake barked, daring you to continue pushing your limits.

Making sure to really make your actions look reluctant; you got up and stood in front of him, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Just the pants?” You questioned in fake disappointment.

Jake narrowed his eyes at you, giving you a look that made your blood run ice cold. You caved and began undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. “Okay, okay...”

“Panties too, baby girl.“ Jake gestured to your lower half, eyes locked on your nearly naked body.

You slid them down your legs slowly, making a little show of it for him, until they were completely gone from your body. You stepped towards Jake, but he stopped you with a single hand, standing up from the edge of the bed.

“You think I was gonna let you sit in my lap? Not a fucking chance.” Jake’s hands began undoing the buckle of his belt, the clanking of the metal sending chills down your spine and straight to your core.

Once he pulled it out from the loops of his jeans, he sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” Jake’s hand grabbed at your arm, pulling you to him. “Lay across my lap, so I can mark this ass with my name.”

You did as he said without any hesitation for once. Every part of you was enjoying this and Jake was becoming very much aware of the little game you were playing with him.

“Don’t get it twisted, I still don’t like you… But your safe word is purple. Got it?” Despite the dry tone to his voice, Jake still made sure you were not in a position you couldn’t get out of.

“Got i- Fuck, Jake!”

Jake’s belt snapped against your ass before you could even get the words out. Your hand clasped over your mouth in attempts to muffle the pornographic moan that was threatening to rip its way out of you.

“Uncover your mouth, or I’ll tie your hands up.” Jake threatened, drawing his arm back to release another blow to your ass.

The stinging burn returned again within seconds, making you wince and moan at the same time.

“Ja- Jake,” you stuttered, feeling your resolve crumbling quicker than you could save it.

“Does this feel good?” Jake spat, whipping the belt against your ass again.

“F-fuck! Yes!” you admitted breathlessly, head dropping down as you gripped Jake’s thigh.

“Oh, of course it does.” Jake scoffed, with yet another crack of his belt. “I would expect nothing less from you. Such a little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you breathed out through gritted teeth.

You heard the sound of Jake’s belt hitting the wall and jumped slightly, his hand coming down against the red, blistering area of your ass.

“Jake, please!“ You pleaded, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Please what, bitch? Go on, beg for what you want.” He taunted, as if he was really going to grant you whatever you beg for.

“Tell me why I should fuck you.” He demanded, taunting your entrance with two of his fingers.

“No,” you refused stubbornly.

Jake grabbed you up in his arms, stood up and tossed you down on the bed with a loud crack ringing out from beneath the mattress.

“Fuck it,” Jake hissed, climbing over you.

It was then you had realized the slight dip in the middle as he got on top of you.

“Did you just brea-“

“Yes and I said fuck it.” Jake cut you off, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He bit down on it harshly, eliciting a choked moan from you.

You arched up into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair and tugging roughly. Jake groaned, biting even harder down on your other nipple.

Jake released it, trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach.

He bit into your hip, sucking a hickey into the skin there, before finally moving the rest of the way down to your aching core.

“You don’t wanna beg me?” Jake questioned, looking up at you with dark eyes. “Well, you will once my mouth is wrapped around your clit and I’m telling you not to cum.”

“I-I doubt that. No way in hell you can make me beg.” You held Jake’s eyes as he placed a kiss just above your clit, knowing good and well that once Jake’s mouth was on you, it was gonna be hard to keep up this little act of yours.

“Okay. Your words, sweetheart.” Jake chuckled lowly. “Your words.”

Splaying a hand over each of your thighs, Jake shoved your legs further apart. His mouth hovered over you, smirking to himself as he watched your cunt clench around nothing.

You stared up at the ceiling, breath catching on every other intake. The anticipation and uneven breathing was already making you dizzy.

Jake licked teasingly from your entrance up to your clit, just barely flicking it a few times with his tongue. He was holding back on purpose, wanting to prolong your torture even more.

You breathed in and out heavily, already fighting back the urge to let his name tumble off your lips.

Jake’s lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it with more force than what his previous actions had been. Your hips bucked up into his mouth involuntarily and you immediately looked down to see Jake’s reaction. He was smiling cockily against you, his arm snaking over your hips to keep you in place.

“So desperate already.” Jake taunted, his free hand coming down to tease at your entrance. He watched your face for any sort of reaction as he sunk two fingers into you. Meeting his intense stare, you gulped down the moan that was bubbling up to the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.” Jake said through gritted teeth.

Curling his fingers inside you, he searched for your sweet spot. His mouth found your clit again, eating you out with a mind blowing level of determination.

After no more than a minute of Jake’s mouth eating you out like you were his first meal in days, you were finding it extremely difficult to keep yourself quiet. Jake’s fingers worked at your sweet spot steadily, every so often sinking them in even deeper to beckon you closer to the edge, prodding into a spot you didn’t even know was there. He kept you just shy of your orgasm for what felt like forever, not letting you get quite there; keeping you just close enough to let that dull burn in the pit of your stomach drive you crazy.

“Jake,” you whimpered, chest heaving rapidly.

He payed you absolutely no mind - Ignoring you entirely, continuing to unravel you with his fingers and mouth.

“Make me cum, Jake.” You tried to demand, but he ignored you once again. The frustration building inside you was easily enough to make you cry. “J-Jake.” You tried to repeat firmly.

“No.” Jake pulled away from you, replacing his mouth with his thumb.

You rolled your hips, trying to press his thumb harder into your clit.

“You want it, slut? What did I say you had to do?”

You let out an annoyed groan. “I said I’m not begging you, Kiszka.”

“Then I guess you’re not gonna get off tonight.” Jake smirked, digging his fingers deeper into you. “Not like I care anyways.”

Deciding to play dirty, Jake sped up his fingers inside you and his thumb over clit, quickly bringing you right up to the edge.

“Jake- Jake, Jake!” you repeated, your skin tingling, orgasm mere seconds away from taking over you.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jake stopped his assault on your clit, but didn’t remove his fingers from you. Instead pressing into your sweet spot mercilessly, letting you throb around his fingers.

“I.. fucking hate you...” you squirmed, desperately trying to move his fingers off that spot inside you.

“You don’t mean that,” He teased sarcastically, shooting you a fake smile.

His thumb returned to your clit once again and your whole body jolted under his touch.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” Jake cooed in a faux caring voice. “Trying to act like I have absolutely no effect on you… Like you ACTUALLY hate me.”

“I do actually h-hate you,” You scoffed, squeezing your eyes shut. “And you hate me.”

Jake huffed a laugh through his nose, eyes racking over your body as it twitched and grew warmer and warmer beneath him. Whether he would still “hate” you after this was to be determined in his mind.

Tangling your hands in the comforter of Jake’s bed, you let out a quiet whine as he hurled you back towards another orgasm.

“Aww, is my stubborn little slut getting close?” Jake slowed his fingers and more of your stubborn act crumbled away as he let another orgasm fall away.

“Jake, please…” You muttered quietly.

Jake raised a brow at you, leaning over your body with his face inches from yours.

“Mm, I didn’t catch that, baby girl.”

“You heard me.” You sassed, meeting his eyes boldly.

“Maybe I did,” Jake whispered against your cheek. His hand abandoned your hip and wrapped around you throat. “But I want you to say it again.”

“You… you’ve gotta do better than that, Jake.”

Jake pulled his fingers out of you and before you could even protest, they were being shoved into your mouth without any warning.

“Keep running this little mouth.” Jake growled, his hand that was holding down your hip, now wrapping securely around your throat. “Please, keep it up. I’ll take you back downstairs to that party, bend you down over that beer pong table and fuck you dumb in front of everyone.”

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly. You watched Jake lean back, popping the button of his jeans and shoving them down his legs. He tossed them off somewhere on his bedroom floor, along with his boxers and leaned over to his nightstand, picking up his bottle of whiskey. You couldn’t help but to stare at his size, noting how painfully hard he looked. For some reason, it just struck you by surprise that he was maybe enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Maybe one day everyone can watch me hate-fuck you completely stupid-” Jake started, moving back over top of you, with his bottle in hand. “-But for now, they just get to listen.”

Bringing the bottle to his lips, he tipped his head back along with it. He pulled the bottle away just as quickly as he had brought it up to his lips, his mouth still full of the dark liquor.

Jake’s other hand went up to your face and his thumb played with your bottom lip. When you didn’t quite catch his drift, his whole hand collided with your cheek.

Your mouth fell open immediately, releasing an uncontrollable moan and Jake took that as his chance. He lined his mouth up above yours, sending a stream of liquor directly into your mouth.

Jake watched your mouth close slowly, a small droplet of liquor dripping down the side of your mouth. “Swallow it.”

The Whiskey burned delightfully as it traveled down your throat, warning you up from the inside out - as if you weren’t already hot enough.

You opened your mouth up for Jake, showing him that you had swallowed it all.

“Nice to know you can actually fucking listen..” He mumbled, taking a drink from the bottle himself, before leaning over to the nightstand and sitting it back down.

Jake took himself in his hand, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he tended to his throbbing cock.

You watched him with hooded eyes, mouth watering at the pre cum leaking from him.

Hooking a leg over his hip, Jake lined himself up at your entrance. He just barely pushed himself in, pulling back out completely and running himself through your folds. He repeated the action a few times, eyes locked on where his cock was teasing you.

“I hope you can fuck better than you play beer pong, Jakey.” You quipped boldly without really thinking, watching his face harden.

With a sharp thrust, Jake filled you up completely. You moaned loudly at the unexpected stretch of him filling you up, gripping at his forearms on either side of your head.

“Why are you moaning already??” Jake taunted questioningly, drawing back and slamming his hips back into yours. “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, for someone who’s already moaning for me.”

“Jesus christ, Jake!” You choked out,

eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah? What is it, baby girl? Hmm?” Jake cooed as if he really cared, punctuating his words with another deep thrust. “Does it feel good when I go this deep?”

“J-Jake- Fucking, please!” You begged, feeling him brush against places inside you that no one had ever reached before.

“Please, what??” Jake pried in a low tone, tangling his hand in your hair and tugging it roughly. “Look at you… My stubborn little whore is falling apart, isn’t she?”

His repeated use of “My” made your head spin.

Jake’s lips connected with your neck and he settled into a faster pace, fucking into you mercilessly.

“I think you might need a little more of an incentive than this, don’t you?”

Jake bit at your earlobe, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t- I don’t need.. anything from you.” You moaned out, trying to hold onto what little bit of hate and defiance you had left.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, but-“

Jake’s hands found the backs of your knees and pushed them back until they were almost touching your chest. He went right back into his previous pace and an embarrassingly loud moan flew from your mouth.

“Yeah, there we go…” Jake smirked proudly.

Hooking his arms around your legs, he reached up to the headboard, giving himself even better leverage.

“Slow d-down, I-Can’t! I can’t, Jake!” Your hands found the backs of his shoulders, digging your nails in and dragging them across his skin.

An animalistic groan erupted from him and you could see the muscles throughout his arms tense, as he gripped the metal bed frame until his knuckles were white.

Feeling something wet on the tips of yours fingers, you brought on of your hands to his chest to see what it was, noticing the faint trails of red your fingertips left behind.

“Damn it, Y/N-“ Jake hissed, letting out another loud groan.

The two of you could without a doubt be heard by his brothers and all your friends downstairs. Especially you.

You could feel the familiar burn return to the pit of your stomach and in light of not wanting to have your orgasm ripped away for the fourth time, you decided not to tell Jake.

“Is that how good I make you feel? Enough for you to make me fucking bleed??” Jake asked you, fighting back his knowing smirk when you started to clench tighter around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“N-no,” you lied, whining when Jake’s pace slowed down.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Y/N.” Jake warned. “You CAN’T lie to me.”

Jake slowed almost to a complete stop, only giving you a halfhearted thrust ever few seconds. He let your legs down, resting his on one of his forearms above you. Sneaking his other arm between your bodies, he traced you stomach teasingly.

“I bet you’re just aching right here, aren’t you?” Jake’s tone was dripping in faux sympathy. He watched you breathe in and out heavily, tiny whimpers leaving your lips on every release.

“Please, Jake… it hurts..” It wasn’t a lie. As pleasurable of an ache as it may have been at first, it was starting to drive you up the wall.

“You know what you have to do, then.” Jake reminded you. “”Please, Jake” Isn’t good enough.”

Jake’s thumb swept over your clit and you reached for his wrist to tear his hand away. “I can do this all night, baby girl.” He whispered as he started to slowly fuck in and out of you again and you cried out.

“I know, I know… It just feels so good and you wanna cum.” Jake goaded, working his way back up to his previous pace, with the added stimulation of his thumb.

“So pathetic and greedy. Beg for it, slut.”

“Let me cum, Jake, please! Fucking tell me I can,” you pleaded, fucked out and whiny.

Jake’s thumb pressed into your clit harder and you caved, dangerously close to coming undone around him.

“Okay, okay! Jake, please please please!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you gasped to fill your lungs with air.

“Let me cum, please, I need it so bad! I give in- Please, Jake!”

Jake moaned, satisfied enough by your begging. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. Before you could even protest, he pulled you on top of him and lined you up with his cock. You sunk down on him with a pathetic cry of bliss and over-sensitivity.

“You wanna cum so bad? Get yourself off, then, slut.” Jake commanded, guiding your hips. “Make a mess like the little whore you are, c’mon.”

You leaned forward and gripped Jake’s shoulders, making him suck on a breath through his teeth at the twinge of pain your nails caused.

“I’m not getting you off, so you better do it yourself if you wanna cum.” Jake rasped into your ear and he reached up, taking one of your wrists in his hand. He placed your hand where your bodies’ were joined, holding it there with a firm grip.

You rubbed quick circles into your clit, not giving a single fuck about Jake’s refusal to get you off himself - Even though he was the whole reason you were so close in the first place. It got him off just to watch you fall apart above him, forcing you to do it yourself just to be an ass, yet still knowing he was a main source of pleasure.

“Please, Jake can I cum?? Please, I can’t… I can’t-“

“Cum for me, baby girl. Be a filthy little whore and make a mess all over me.” Jake’s hand reached up to your hair, tugging it until you were staring at the ceiling.

As though your body was just waiting for those words from him, you spiraled into your orgasm within seconds.

Your back arched and if it weren’t for Jake’s other hand abandoning your wrist and supporting your back, you would have fallen backwards. Your vision blurred around the edges and you could only faintly hear yourself screaming Jake’s name.

Jake, mere seconds away from his own high, lifted you off of himself and moved you to sit on his thigh. He jerked himself off until he came all over his stomach, a raspy groan of your name falling gracefully off of his lips. It was the first time you had heard your name ever sound like that coming from him. Certainly a sound to be cherished.

Your hands held onto his hips as you shakily tried to keep yourself upright.

Jake’s head laid back against his pillows and his eyes were closed, focused on calming himself down.

“Jake…” You whispered his name hesitantly.

One of his eyes popped open and closed a second later. “Hmm?”

“Where are my clothes?”

It was a dumb question… You knew they were scattered around his room. You asked for the sole purpose of trying to find an out, assuming he was going to kick you out at any moment anyway.

“Why?” Jake asked, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Well i- i figured you…” You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to even say. “..You would want me to like… lea-“

“And who said I was done with you?” Jake smirked, giving you a mischievous look.

“You’re not going anywhere yet.”

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Don’t take the girl

Pairing- Rhett Abbott x reader

Summary- the after effects of Perry and Royal killing the Tillerson boys brings more trouble and heartache into Rhett’s life, can he keep what he holds most dear or will he lose it all?

Warnings- language, violence, mentions of death, smut.

A/N- I meant to put this out months ago but never did, hopefully y’all like it! It’s a rewrite of one of my first fics and I still don’t know if I like it but I’m putting it out into the tumblr-verse anyway lol.

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“I called my firm in Cheyenne, and they said they could get my position back for me by the end of next week, I-I think it’s the best option right now.”

Rhett reels back from you like he’s been slapped, furiously shaking his head eyes full of venom.

“Don’t you get tired of it? Constantly running from your problems?”

You give him an incredulous look, clearly he’s not going to let this go quietly like you’d (foolishly) hoped.

“I’m not running! It’s self preservation Rhett! For both of us! We can’t just dilute ourselves into thinking we could weld ourselves back together, we’re completely different people now and I love you- God I love you more than anything and always will-“

“Don’t, you don’t get to use that on me when clearly you and I have different ideas of what love is.” He looks absolutely disgusted now, you can barely stand to look at him, it brings tears to your eyes to even think you’re hurting him again.

“That’s not fair and you know it-“

“Not fair?! You wanna know how many girls I’ve slept with since you?”

“Don’t” you reply weakly

“At least a hundred, maybe more I don’t even see their faces anymore Y/N. I haven’t had a single relationship that lasted more than a month since you left, I can’t even try to make it work. I got with Maria trying to feel something, anything but I couldn’t get serious, she knew I’d never be over you and I hate that she was right. Because when I’m fucking some buckle bunny or one night stand you’re the only face I see. You came home and it was like a sign, I could get my second chance and get my shit together, be the man you deserved. But there’s something broken in you, you can’t just let me love you.” He looks into your teary eyes and shakes his head, “I refuse to be the reason we fell apart. You turn your back on me now and that’s it darlin’ don’t ever think I’ll let you in again.”

He turns on his heel and slams your front door, rattling the windows with the force of it. You want more than anything to run after him, beg him to listen but you know he’s right. You are scared; Perry and Amy were missing, Trevor and Billy were dead and Rhett had barely made it out unscathed. The Tillerson’s were still circling like vultures, Perry had admitted to murdering Trevor before he disappeared but they wanted retribution and they’d take a pound of Abbott flesh to settle the score. Dropping to your knees in your family’s home you sobbed, you knew you’d fucked up again but you didn’t know any other way but to save yourself when things got tough.

You and Rhett had fallen in love overnight it seemed, your mother’s had been attached at the hip all your lives and to say the two of you tolerated each other was an overstatement. Junior prom seemed to change everything, he asked Maria and she turned him down cold, and your boyfriend dumped you the week before so of course your parents suggested you go together. Rhett couldn’t think of anything more painful in his life, but he knew better than to question Cece so off he trudged in his suit jacket, wranglers and best pair of boots to pick you up. When you crossed the threshold it was like he’d never seen you before in his life, you’d always been one of the boys to him but in your baby blue dress and hair all curled he swore you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. You had been inseparable from that night on, always holding hands and stealing kisses; Perry attempting to take the piss out of you at every opportunity but it never phased you.

When you’d been accepted to college in another state Rhett felt like his whole world collapsed. You both promised you’d make it work and stay together but the distance became too much and before you knew it 6 years had passed between you. You’d seen each other in passing over holidays but he was jaded from the heartbreak and you knew better than to push him. Your mother had passed at the beginning of the year and you made the trek back to Wabang to settle her affairs, but ended up getting a job with the local law firm and before you knew it months had passed and you’d fully integrated yourself back into the community.

Stepping into the pit bar that summer night had changed everything, he’d been drinking with his buddies and you had let an old high school girlfriend convince you that drinks and line dancing were the cure for your melancholy. Some guy got a little too handsy, Rhett came out of nowhere and knocked him on his ass and just like that the two of you were making out like teenagers in the front of his old pickup. You’d picked right back up where you left off, and then everything went to shit that fateful fall night when Perry took Trevor’s life.

Rhett was seething as he drove back to the ranch, he felt like his skin was on fire and couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as he violently shook. How was he supposed to go without you again? He’d been patched up with tape and glue for years, just trying to make a name for himself in the pbr circuit and drowning his sorrows in beer and pussy. He’d become a shell of who he was without you, a version of himself he hated. You’d come back into his life and for once he had hope for a future outside of just surviving. He knew you were scared but damnit so was he! His family was unraveling at the seams and he couldn’t do anything to stop the onslaught of troubles that ravaged everything he held dear. He slammed the truck to a stop, tears blinding his eyes as he began to hyperventilate, sobs wracking his body and he let it all wash over him. Didn’t know how long he’d sat there until he was startled by his phone ringing, pulling himself together to see who the hell needed him this late at night.

“Rhett! Rhett please- I need you to listen-“

You sobbed into the phone, something was wrong; you hadn’t been the number on the screen when he answered, and he heard a thud and a scream from you on the line as someone else took over the call.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a dilemma Abbott, both my brothers are dead and there’s no one to pay the price for the sins your family committed. So it looks like your sweetheart will have to do.” Luke Tillerson laughs darkly as he drags you out to his truck by your hair, Rhett can hear your sobs through the phone and he nearly blacks out from the anger coursing through him.

“Luke if you hurt her-“

“Aht Aht let’s not make empty threats Rhett, you know I hold all the cards right now. You want to see her alive? Trade yourself for her, you’ve got twenty minutes.” The line goes dead and the phone lights up again with a text. With shaking hands Rhett opens the message, blood splattered across your beautiful face as you lay slumped in the bed of Luke’s truck. Coordinates for a location and a countdown pop up next, and Rhett has to wrench the door of the cab open to throw up. He unlocks his phone again and dials Sheriff Joy, he doesn’t know how to fix this but he’ll give himself up, let Luke torture him until his last breath if it means keeping you safe.

Against the sheriff and his father’s wishes Rhett is speeding down the highway, gps taking him towards the location Luke sent him. His shotgun that normally lay under the bench seat of his truck was in his lap now, knowing he would do what was needed if it meant keeping you alive; even if that meant Wayne Tillerson would bury all three sons in the span of a month.

Joy had begged him to wait for them to get there first, but he knew at the first sign of police presence Luke would do something drastic and he couldn’t take that risk. He shut off his headlights as he turned into the drive near the tiny shack the directions had led him to, putting the truck in park a couple hundred feet away. He still had a good ten minutes to spare maybe if he could get the upper hand he could subdue Luke and get you both out of this unscathed.

Creeping up towards the old building he could see a light and hear voices, as he peered into the window he found Luke pacing the floor with you tied to a chair. Bruises were blooming across your cheekbone and your nose was bloody, tears pouring from your eyes as you begged him to let you go. You catch movement in the window, his eyes meeting yours in that moment you know you need to create a diversion if you want to keep the both of you alive.

“Luke you don’t have to do this, you know Rhett isn’t responsible for what happened! You can still walk away from this, I won’t press charges and we can let this go.”

He cocks his head to the side, appraising you, something dark behind his eyes that causes a shiver to run down your spine. He shoves himself off the rickety table he was perched on, kneels down in front of you and places his hands on either side of your duct taped calves.

“Oh y/n you sweet little thing. I’m not blind you know, I’ve noticed you over the years; you grew up to be quite the woman. Accomplished lawyer, definitely more than just a pretty face and it kind of makes me wonder why the hell you’ve been wasting your time on Rhett. He’s small time darlin’, never gonna be anything more than a glorified ranch hand, constantly chasing after his daddy’s approval. Tsk tsk if your parents could see you now, all the time and money they wasted to get you out of this piece of shit town and here you are repeating your mistakes all over again.”

He’s taunting you, just looking for a fight; any excuse to take out some of the aggression that has sat under the surface as his whole world fell apart. You could give him what he wanted, go head to head and maybe keep him distracted while the clock runs out, but really you would just be prolonging the inevitable. He wanted someone to pay for what had been done to him, and you knew he’d get it. So you looked at him with the sweetest smile you could muster and spit directly into his face. While he was distracted you pushed your chair forward to land on top of him, hoping to disarm him as the gun slides across the floor. He lets out a shriek, hauling you back up by the hair just as Rhett quietly steps through the door behind him. Luke raises his open palm to strike you and as he does Rhett slams the butt of his shotgun against the back of Luke’s head, rendering him unconscious. He steps over his body as he rushes for you, your body shaking as he looks you over, making sure all your injuries are superficial.

“Baby girl look at me, you’re ok y/n. Don’t panic, this isn’t over yet.” He leans down to kiss you and you nod frantically, you know he needs to subdue Luke before he comes to and tries to attack again. Tucking the pistol Luke was carrying into his waistband he hauls his unconscious body off the floor and begins taping his arms and legs together. Flashing lights and sirens fill the quiet and you let out a sob, everything is going to be ok, you two are finally safe.

After nearly an hour of questioning and prodding from the paramedics you are finally free to go, gently placed in Rhett’s truck and tucked inside his arm as he drives you back home. Luke had been arrested, no bail was set and a protective order would be put in place to keep the two of you safe from what was left of the Tillerson family.

You’d let Rhett carry you inside and up the stairs to your room with no complaint, normally you’d fuss at him for babying you but after the events of the night you needed him close.

As he began to remove your shoes you were overcome with emotion, tangling your right hand in his hair and letting out a sob. He startled at the outburst, surging forward to pull you back into his arms, cradling you in his lap and he tried to calm your tears.

“It’s alright sug, just let it out baby I’m right here I got ya.” He was pressing kisses to the side of your head and you didn’t know what was coming over you as you quickly grasped his face and slotted your lips against his. You needed him to be closer, shivering in his arms as you began to yank at his clothes, trying to curl yourself in on him. He tried to pull back to make sure you were really up for what you were asking but you wouldn’t let him, rubbing your clothed core along his ridiculous gaudy belt buckle and sucking his tongue. Giving in to you was as easy as breathing, if he was honest he needed this as much as you the fear of losing you had shaken him to his foundation, if he could convince you to stay he’d make sure you got everything you dreamed of.

Finally stripped bare you lowered yourself onto him, tears still silently spilling from your eyes as you kissed him, the thought that you’d almost given this up mere hours ago was unimaginable. He let you take the lead, grinding down on him and letting his pubic bone catch your clit with each thrust, head thrown back in pleasure as he sucked marks all over your chest. It was pure need thrumming through you both as you cried out and reached your orgasm, whispered I love yous against each others skin while he let you ride it out. Flipping you on to your back he began to chase his own release, wrapping his rough hand around your throat and pulling you into a passionate kiss, he groaned deep into your mouth and came inside you, the heat flooding your abdomen bringing another climax of your own as you both collapsed to the floor a tangle of sweaty limbs.

You must’ve fallen asleep like that because you woke to the sun peering through your window still tangled up in Rhett’s warm embrace on the bedroom rug. You nuzzled into his neck and pressed kisses to his jaw as you felt him stir beside you.

“Wake up sleepy head, need to get us both cleaned up and fed” you cooed at him and he grinned underneath his arm, laugh rumbling through his chest and against yours at the realization that you two hadn’t even made it to bed. He let you haul him up and drag him to the shower, what should have been an innocent soaping up of bodies became a heated affair with you pressed against the shower wall as he fucked you hard until you both were spent and starving.

He knew you still had a lot to talk about, what had happened before your abduction still wasn’t resolved but he didn’t press it, content to just spend the day wrapped up in you. Cece had called you both over a dozen times, full of worry after Royal had come home to tell her what happened. You rang her after breakfast and promised everyone was ok, agreeing to come have dinner later in the week after you’d rested. You knew you’d have to field questions from most everyone in town in the aftermath but you couldn’t bring yourself to reply to any texts or messages on social media; just the thought made you nauseous all over again, memory of the feeling of Luke’s hands brutalizing you making you drop the mug in your hands shattering on the ground and making you jump.

Rhett was there in an instant to help you clean it up, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself and tossing the remnants in the trash. You looked up at him letting out another sob, since when had you become such an emotional wreck?! You couldn’t seem to keep it together as you began to apologize over and over, Rhett scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the counter to hug you close.

“Hey, hey none of that ok? You didn’t do anything wrong, you knew this shit would happen and tried to make a clean break; goddamnit I should have let you then I could have kept you safe from all of this.” He felt wretched, he’d blown you off when you said the Tillerson’s would look for revenge and then been forced to watch as you were nearly taken from him as a result of his family’s sins. You shook your head violently now, trying to force the words out because if he blamed himself for one more minute you may explode.

“I shouldn’t have tried to leave Rhett! If I hadn’t run you off last night Luke would have never been able to take me, and we wouldn’t have gone through all this!” You wailed and stuttered as you tried to continue, needing him to understand what had been consuming your thoughts all day. “I don’t ever want to be without you again, I was so scared he’d hurt you or me and we’d never get a future together. You deserve everything baby, I promise I won’t ever leave again just please don’t blame yourself for this anymore.” He couldn’t stop the tears now, didn’t know where yours began and his ended but he pressed himself to you and poured all the love he had into kissing you.

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*1 year later*

Rhett was exhausted. He’d finished up last years circuit in first place, made the finals and won those as well, catching the eye of scouts who signed him immediately for a professional team. Since then he’d been touring and riding in competitions, in and out of hotels but always on the run to get back to you. The season was finally over and he was bone tired, but he drove all night to make it home to your little homestead in Cheyenne in the wee hours of the morning. Moving out of Wabang had been a breath of fresh air, the two of you were thriving in your careers and had bought a small farm on the outskirts of the capital city, a new start just what you both had needed. He trudged up the steps now, quietly trying to enter your house not wanting to wake you so early. But as he entered the living space he saw the bedroom light on and heard soft cries flowing down the hall. There in the warm glow of your shared bedroom was his beautiful wife and 1 month old baby girl, you were singing softly to her as you rocked her in your chair, attempting to soothe the little one back to sleep. His heart swelled at the view, drinking both of you in as he leaned in the doorway, completely enamored.

You looked up at him, sensing his presence from his gaze and cooed down at the baby in your arms. “Look what we have here my sweet little angel, daddy is finally home.”

He crossed the room to gather you both in his embrace, he’d gotten everything he ever wanted.

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cookiesupplier · 6 months

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Two

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing. – potential more to be added at stories progression

summary: Ellie is lost in the world, homeless and has been out of the world for so long in her mind she has no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. if you want to chat with me about ideas for this story I'm open to it, my asks are always open as well. I threw you a bone, Noah is there.. but not with Ellie lol

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME. (my replies are broken I will reply via reblog to yours)

tags: Tags are open if anyone is interested.

Ellie offered Steven a smile in thanks before she moved past the door into the small office that he’d pointed her towards. It wasn’t anything special, not that she’d expected it to be. Places like this either went one of two ways. They were either simple down to earth, got the job done, or tried to show their accolades for every person and success story they’d had, and every person they’d managed to save.

She didn’t trust those people.

The office was empty though. Too Empty. It was Eerie.

Nicholas Ruffilo, he’d said. Okay.

Ellie glanced around, the office was pretty much the barest of bones, not even a photo to show anything other than a computer on his desk, a notepad and pen.. It gave the impression he’d walked in this morning, plonked it down this morning and said, this was good, let's work from here today, and yet.. Right there was a name plate.. But anyone could get one of those made, cheap. It was weird.

It made her nervous. How did she never notice this place before, right across from the clinic. Today had been so strange, so unnerving all around, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

A feeling she’d had since she’d yesterday.

Just when she was thinking that maybe she should listen to that feeling, when she turned to go, a coughing fit hit her, and she almost doubled over. She almost collapsed to the floor before a pair of arms caught her decent and guided her to sit in the chair across from the barely used desk. While she was hunched over trying to breathe, he moved to the side of the room, doing something, she was too focused on attempting to get air into her lungs to pay any mind until he was coming back to her, and gently pressing a cup of hot tea into her hand.

“Here, sip this tea, it should help with that cough, it’s a special blend. Just don’t ask me what's in it, my mother swore me to secrecy.”

Ellie lifted the mug to her lips grateful for the kindness, sipping at the warm liquid, and letting the tiny, tiny sips soothe her throat. She knew better than to take more, especially at first. She could barely swallow with how sore her throat was with the coughing was right now, and, oh, that warning he gave her for not asking, fuck, whatever was in it, his mother was a miracle worker. All it took was a few sips, whether from the warmth, or the herbs of the tea mix, but the irritation calmed down and soothed her throat something blissfully.

It felt like she could actually take in a breath for a moment.

“Better?”

Lifting the mug back to her lips to take another life saving sip, that’s what it felt like, how it felt with each sip of the tea right then easing her throat just for a moment. Part of her considered how long she could draw out this cup, wondering if the effects would allow her to get a decent sleep tonight. She knew better though, she knew better than to wonder, because even if she walked out of this building with a new job, she would still be going back to the overpass. She would still be wearing these overworn threadbare clothes that didn’t keep her warm. She still wouldn’t be able to breathe properly tonight.

Ellie would still be back tomorrow morning to go to the clinic again, this time, hopefully, she’d get in.

“Yes, thank you.”

She smiled at the man as she took his appearance. Instead of moving around the desk to sit behind it with his notepad and computer, he pulled up the other random chair in the room and sat this side with her. His hair was long, dark, but it wasn’t down, he had it piled up on his head, in a sort of messy knot, gauges in his ears, and he was covered in tattoos.

Ellie couldn’t help but think of all the stories he might have to go along with them. She had a few herself, back from before she’d had to drop out of college.. When she could afford to rub a couple of pennies together. Then again, maybe he had no stories, maybe he was one of those guys that just wanted to look cool naked, nothing wrong with aesthetics, she loved seeing beautiful artwork. Ellie also just loved how it made her feel though, and that in itself was a story for her.

“Alright, so, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this waiver allowing me access to your records so we can find you the best placement possible.”

Reaching across his desk, he plucked up his notebook, and sure enough, underneath there was the waver, and he snagged the pen from his notebook that he held out from her,

“Just sign away at the bottom and we can get started.”

He said best placement, but really, she just needed any placement, she’d take any job, she needed a job to fill her belly, to get somewhere to live. Ellie was tired of merely existing, she wanted to live again.

Setting the waiver down so she could sign it without giving up her mug of tea, she handed the pen back with a sigh.

“Alright then.”

Standing from his chair, he moved back around the desk with the pen and waiver, and started to click away at his laptop,

“We actually have a prime entry level position opened up just this morning that might be perfect for you Ellis if-”

“Ellie.”

Nicholas looked up from the screen when her quiet voice interrupted him, and to her surprise, it was almost as soft as it used to be. It wasn’t the rough wheezing hack she’d felt like she’d had ever since the cough had started coming and abusing her throat back and forth.

“I prefer to be called Ellie.”

Nicholas just smiled softly, nodding lightly, and glanced back to his screen.

“Well, there is a particular position that seems to have come up that looks to be perfect for you, its entry level, a postal worker placement, making sure goods get from A to B. It will involve a bit of relocation on your part, but the company in question will provide you with travel and lodging entirely free of charge for the entirety of your employment with them.”

He listed off information for the job details as he clicked away at the computer. Her eyes went wide, oh, that sounded both like a gift and a horror. Going somewhere she had never been, but also they would just be giving her a place to live as long as she was working for them. Where was it though?

“Nice warm climate too, so it’ll help take care of that cough, I might even throw in some tea for you, we won’t tell my mom, Ruffilo secret.”

Winking to her, Ellie couldn’t help but smile.. Was this.. Was this just too good to be true? After everything feeling so strange all day, and everything just slotting into place, why did this feel so… odd?

“Now one caveat listed here, is that you must note that you will need to be capable of handling the packages with care.”

She was curious how he said that, with care, because how he said it sounded quite specific, but at the same time, she really didn’t want to ruin this chance, even if there was something screaming that this might be too good.. She needed this. Ellie needed this.

“Oh, thats not problem for me at all.”

Smiling, it really wasn’t.

“I ah, I used to volunteer as an ‘Angel’ at my local hospital in the children’s oncology wing. Unfortunately I started college, and..”

She sighed.. Her boyfriend and classes had taken up a lot of her time. She had a lot of regrets.

Swallowing, the smile Nicholas got though as he nodded, with a knowing look in his eye as if he heard it all before.. Sighing, she knew that look. He probably thought she was just trying to talk herself up, make herself sound good, because she used to volunteer to look after sick kids. Didn’t matter, she just regretted that she stopped.

“Alright, well then, in that case, I have a few more forms I need you to sign once I have printed them out for you.”

Nicholas watched Ellie walk out from his office with Steven with the promise of some more sandwiches, and a place to sleep tonight. They were not going to let her go back to the overpass where Steven had found her yesterday, and her transport wouldn’t arrive until the morning, he was sending word for it now. Clicking away at his computer, it wouldn’t take long, but even for them sometimes paperwork could be tedious.. Everyone had to dot their I’s and cross their T’s though. Got to make the world go around.

All the world.

Just as he was hitting send on the email to Folio letting him know the time to pick her up in the morning, his phone started to ring, and sure enough, a familiar name flashed across his screen, coupled with a familiar pair of dark eyes that flashed with fire when annoyed.

Swiping the green circle to accept the call,

“What do you want, asshole?”

The chuckle from the voice on the other end had Nicholas shaking his head with a knowing smile,

“Is that anyway to greet your best friend Nicholas Ruffilo, what will your mother say?”

“My mother knows you Noah Sebastian, as much as she’d clip me around the ear, but still ask me what her sweet darling angel did to annoy me this time. She knows.”

The answering laughter on the other end of the line as Nicholas rolled his eyes said it all. Still, he just continued to click away at the laptop on his desk, looking over at the information on Ellie’s file, this was so much easier now that they could download information rather than just use paper hardcopies all the time, it could be so tedious.

“You want me to say hello like a normal person asshole, don’t eat all my fucking food.. like always.”

You’d think he’d learn, you really did, but he didn’t, Nicholas always had left overs that just disappeared whenever Noah came over to his apartment to hangout, which was, always. The man practically lived there more than he did at his own place. Not that he was complaining.

“We have a new one by the way, this one might take some time though, she’s going to be an interesting transition. Not sure how she’ll take it.”

A rumble of a humm was all he got from his best friend on the other end of the line.. And Nicholas paused at his typing as he looked suspiciously at his phone sitting on the desk. His best friends goofy face looking up at him from the screen, back from when they were younger, still kids and Noah was nothing but a fucking giant string bean. The noises in the background of the call made his eyes narrow..

“Oh you fucker, you’re at my place right now aren't you?! Step away from the pizza right now you jackass!”

All he got in response was cackle in response before the call cut off.

Noah ‘Fucking’ Sebastian, the food thief, his days were numbered.

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doodlebob2073 · 1 month

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As the sun beats down onto the ripples of the rushing river, the sound of bicycles gently clicking against the path, you, Nobara, Yuji and Megumi are riding across can be heard, as well as the constant banter between Nobara and Yuji as you all make your way across the trail of the country park.

You and Megumi exchange a look as Nobara and Yuji’s squabble seemingly intensifies.

“Slow down and enjoy the scenery Itadori! Not everything has to be a race!” Nobara argued.

“I’m not going fast , you’re just slow!” Yuji barked back. After a little more back and forth, you sigh and tune them out looking at the picture perfect scenery before you.

Early on in your friendship, you realised that it’s better to just let Yuji and Nobara squabble without interference, it’s the way their friendship is, no matter how annoying or repetitive it is to constantly hear them bicker, you knew they were close friends and that’s just the way they are with eachother.

Getting a little bit too lost in your thoughts as well as the stunning landscape around you, you were startled and sharply turned around when you heard Megumi shout a quick, “Look out!”, but before you could register it, you loose balance on the handle bars of your bike and in less than no time at all, you’re sprawled out on the path with your bicycle on top of you.

You let out a groan and sit up pushing the bike off, and hiss when you feel the majority of the right side of your leg and elbow grazed, little bits of gravel stuck onto it.

“Oh my- are you okay?”

Nobara cut of whatever insult she was about to Throw at Yuji and immediately dropped her bike and rushed to you, followed by Megumi and then Yuji.

In all honestly the graze really did sting a lot but you were embarrassed so you tried to play it off. Megumi offered you a hand and you take it While sucking in a sharp breath.

“Yeah I’m fine.”

You smile through slightly gritted teeth. Megumi looks at you for a second, and you know, that he knows your lying, but instead of saying anything or calling you out on it, the faintest ghost of a smile appears on his face as he exhales a little loudly, almost like a scoff.

when your back onto your feet, Yuji quickly dashes down to pick up your bike to save you from having to bend, then flashes you with his cheesy smile, holding a giggle back.

“Here you go.” He says as he hands it to you.

You take it into your own hands and hold it while leaning against it a little.

“Thanks.” You grin back at him, your face flushed with embarrassment.

It definitely doesn’t ease your embarrassment when he accidentally snorts and then proceeds to full on laugh while trying to cover his mouth with his hand in a futile attempt.

Nobara is quick to smack him on the back and scold him for laughing, subtly flashing you a grin when you can tell Yuji feels guilty.

You weren’t sure if you imagined it but you think you can hear when megumi snickers at Yuji’s profuse apologising. When you turn to look at him, he’s quick to conceal his laugh and replace it for a deadpan look, but once you start to laugh, he cracks and joins you once more.

As the sun sets, you ride as best you can alongside the others after you tried your best to convince them you could do it. Admittedly you could- albeit at a much slower pace, but it was pleasant. The four of you riding at a leisurely pace into the sunset.

It was one of your fondest memories, but you had to remind yourself it was just a memory.

There able to be remembered, but never able to be relived.

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Don’t let me go by cigarettes after sex, was the inspiration :)

This is my first time writing anything so hopefully it was alright. I was gonna make it really angsty at the end but I couldn’t figure out how to do it, so just make a depressing ending up yourselves LOL. Hope you enjoyed :)

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #cigarettes after sex #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #fluff?#possibly #hope you enjoy #thoughts #short story

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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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Finally ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.

“I’m ready to act on it.”

Warnings: Angst, happy ending, fluff, explicit language, mention of death, character death (yours)

Word Count: 2.9k+

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A/N: this was requested forever ago and I finally got to it lol

Nothingness. It was a beautifully twisted paradox. Chaotic and serene. You could feel your chest retract each time Shuri pushed down on it. Her lips each time they touched yours. Never would you have imagined this would be your first kiss.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Shuri was no psychic, though her thoughts mirrored yours.

Your first kiss. Except it shouldn’t be on the floor of the Royal Talon Fighter. She shouldn’t be screaming. You shouldn’t be bleeding; unconscious. She shouldn’t be performing CPR through each kiss. Your heart should be beating.

It wasn’t. It hadn’t been for a minute now. A full minute. 60 fucking seconds. Shuri was counting them in her head and the higher the number got, the harder she pumped. The beads that lay on your chest glowed red through each shock they administered to your nervous system.

Okoye sat back, heart-shattering because yours wouldn’t start. Ayo piloted, shaken from the sudden change in the day’s events. Shuri hadn’t even retracted her panther mask before she began her life-saving attempts.

Her tears were streaming, gasps raging. “Come on, y/n.”

Aneka couldn’t move from her spot on the floor, covered in blood that had begun to dry. She didn’t know how much of it was yours. Too much was all she could determine.

Shuri was livid. How could you? How fucking dare you? You were trained, you were experienced. In terms of skill, wit, fucking stealth, you were better than even Okoye herself.

You weren’t even supposed to be on this mission. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. A simple trip to the States, there and back. Steal the vibranium that they extracted from the Wakandan artifacts in their museums, and get back, undetected. Okoye and a handful of Dora could handle it. Hell, Shuri didn’t even need to be there.

You were supposed to be retired. Or on the path to retiring. “One last ‘hoo-rah’”. That’s what you promised. One more mission and then you were done. You’d settle down and stay in Wakanda, maybe even find love.

“Absolutely not. Y/n, it’s not even a real mission. I don’t need to send Okoye, let alone you.” Shuri wasn’t having it. You were going to go over there and never return; she was sure of it. The States was home for you. This was your ticket back.

Except it wasn’t. You’d left home long ago and you always reminded Shuri that you left for a reason. Your parents always crushed you under a mountain of pressure. The military did the same, expecting things from you that you were unable to continue to deliver. But they trained you until you were training yourself. The U.S. government never expected to build a super soldier, minus the serum. They used you, ran you dry, wringing out every last drop.

“Bring us the college student. The one who built the Vibranium detector.” That was your last mission. Collecting a kid not much older than yourself. You were expected to do what an entire task force couldn’t.

“Dead or alive?”

“You choose.”

You would’ve done it. You had done it, so many times before, without batting an eye.

So why the hell did this college kid have another effect on you? Why couldn’t you bring yourself to snatch her the same way you had with prime ministers and dictators?

Why did her smile flood your stomach with butterflies? Why did her presence fill you with joy? Why did you find yourself enjoying portraying a college student? With her?

And why, oh why, did you not come to your senses when the Wakandans came for her?

Instead, you planted your feet in front of her, fighting stance ready, when Okoye emerged from the bathroom, spear drawn.

That’s when you realized.

The alliance you once had with your country had dissipated.

So no one was surprised when you stayed in Wakanda after playing a big part in defeating the Talokan. No, you didn’t have a suit made of iron or an ensemble decked out in Vibranium, but, with armor crafted by the Princess Queen herself, your fight and drive made many Wakandans proud.

No one was surprised when you and the Iron Heart and the Black Panther grew close. It felt like feelings had developed all around. You knew how you felt about Riri; it was the same way you’d felt since the beginning. And you were sure, so sure, that they felt the same about you.

You, however, were surprised when the two of them became official… Without you.

“Griot, page me into the lab. Ayo! Faster!”

Her biceps burned and underneath the mask, sweat and tears mixed. The exhaustion in her muscles goes ignored. She had to get you back.

“At once, Your Majesty.”

“Clear the lab! Riri, you in there?”

Ri is shocked to hear Shuri’s voice ringing out in the big space. The tools that were in her hands are discarded on the table instead. The young royal failed miserably at hiding her panic and it consumed Riri like a virus. “Y’all heard her! Get out! Y-yeah, ma. I’m here. What’s up?”

Shuri’s voice strained each time she pumped your sternum. “I need my space set up. I don’t know the extent of the injuries yet, but she took a hard blow to the chest. Deep laceration to the upper left bicep. Deep enough to see bone; it’ll need stitches for sure. Unconscious and unresponsive. Been performing CPR for-” She breaks away to retrace the seconds in her head. How long had it been? “-three minutes now. Mouth-to-mouth in between sets. Griot, how long before we arrive?”

“About 30 seconds, Your Majesty.”

“Too long, that’s too long,” Shuri muttered under her breath through gritted teeth.

Riri jumped into action, grabbing tools from here and there, mimicking the setup a surgeon would have. “Wh-who got hurt? Shuri?”

The Queen almost can’t bring herself to say your name. You used to introduce yourself so proudly. You should be the one saying it now; what if she never heard you say it again?

“Y/n,” it came out stuttered and whispered. She half hoped that you’d hear her call you and wake up.

“Y/n? Our y/n?” Riri found herself frozen. It couldn’t be. Must’ve been a different y/n. Her y/n, their y/n, wasn’t careless enough to get hurt. She’d be on her toes and come back in here cocky with a big head and tales to tell. So for you to not even be breathing…

The Royal Fighter landed and Shuri emerged, your body laying in her arms bridal style. She’d dreamt of carrying you this way, but not like this.

She could barely lay you on the table before Riri was by your side. “Our y/n?”

“She isn’t ours, Riri.”

Tears swam in the smaller girl’s gaze. “She might as fucking well be, Shuri! Wh-what the hell happened? Why is she hurt, why isn’t she-” Sobs broke off the end of her sentence.

Okoye’s gaze was on the ground as she approached. Aneka and Ayo followed closely behind and when Riri caught sight of Aneka’s blood-stained attire, she lost her mind a little more. “Aneka! Are you okay?”

Aneka’s head hung. How was she to tell Riri that this wasn’t her blood?

She didn’t have to. Riri looked at Aneka avoiding her eyes and slowly turned back to you. “No,” her beautiful face formed such a frown. Her eyebrows were set deep, her tears streaming now. “No, no,” her steps staggered as she walked back to you.

You could hear them all. You felt every touch, every grab, every sting. You wanted to grab Riri, hold and console her. You screamed at your limbs to move, but they wouldn’t. You wanted to kiss Shuri, a real kiss. You wanted to plant kisses all across her marble-etched face.

Riri was hysterical and Shuri was growing close. The kimoyo bracelet on your chest administered one more shock. They glowed a deep red and Riri screamed. “Griot, what are her vitals?”

The AI stayed silent.

“Get her out,” Shuri instructed, turning her back to a weeping Riri and reaching for the tools beside her.

“Shuri, no! No! I’m staying.”

A shaky deep breath filled Shuri’s lungs as she turned to grab Riri’s face. “I need you to go.”

“That’s our girl, Shuri! I’m not going anywhere.”

“She isn’t ours, Riri!” Shuri’s voice finally broke. “Sh-she’s not ours-”

“But we want her to be! We waited, we hesitated, Shuri, and now we might not get the chance-”

In the background, the beads on your bare chest shocked you again. Everyone turned, expecting the red glow to return. Instead, it was a faint green.

“Y/n’s heart rate is 6 bpm. Oxygen levels are 67%. Her blood pressure is 64/40,” Griot finally rings out at your signs of life.

You’re begging your eyes to open. Every ache you couldn’t feel before makes itself known now. You’re able to groan in pain, but nothing more.

Shuri and Riri freeze. “Did she just-” Riri gets ready to step to you, unsure if the noise you just made was true or in her head.

Shuri pulls Riri close, unable to pull her eyes away from you. “Ri, please. I need you to go.”

If Riri were to see the intensity of the wound on your arm, Shuri was sure she’d be inconsolable.

“Shuri, I’m not-”

“Please,” Shuri grabs Riri’s face harder, forcing their gazes together. “I’m going to save her. I promise you. Then we’ll make her ours, okay? But I need you to go. I don’t want you to see her like this, sthandwa sam.”

Hesitation wraps Riri in a too-tight hug, but she trusts Shuri. “Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.” She heads toward the exit, mind still racing. Shuri uses her eyes to dismiss Okoye and the couple before turning back to you with a deep breath.

“Alright, y/n. Come back to me, my love.”

You take your sweet time finally coming to. Riri’s tears lull her to sleep and Shuri stands on the balcony of the throne room, thoughts consuming her. She did everything she could and still, it didn’t feel like enough.

She jumps at the feel of a light touch on her lower back. She turns around, expecting Riri, but is met with your eyes instead. So many emotions overtake her. “Y/n!” She wants to hug you hard, euphoria swimming through her. You’re up, standing, walking, giving her a sheepish grin.

She wants to hit you because you’re standing and walking. Because you inserted yourself in a dangerous situation and got careless.

“Why are you up? Let’s get back to the lab, sthandwa. You should be laying down!”

A deep chuckle rings from you and Shuri blushes a deep, dark red at the sound. “Shuri, I’m fine. I had the best doctor in the country.”

Her smile mirrors yours. “Where’s Ri?” You continue, leaning on the balcony, soaking in the Wakandan sunset.

“She’s asleep. She’ll be very excited to see you conscious, though you should probably sit down before she makes you.”

Mm, you hum with a small laugh. Shuri steps closer to you, her arm brushing against your uninjured one. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Got a lot of thoughts swimming around in this big ass head of mine.”

“Clearly not enough. What the hell, y/n?”

Your head hung and Shuri’s question goes unanswered, though you were sure it was rhetorical anyway.

She grabs your hand and forces you to look at her. “You died, y/n.”

“I know.”

“You stopped breathing.”

“I know.”

“You had me terrified; had Riri hysterical.”

“I know, Shuri.”

“I had to pump your heart back to life and I thought it wasn’t working-”

“I know, Shuri. I know. I’m done, okay? I’m giving it up.”

“That’s what you said before you wanted to joyride along on this mission.”

“I mean it this time,” You couldn’t ignore the tears in her eyes. “I’ve come close to death before, Shuri. But I’ve never died. I’m done with the game.”

“You’re retiring?” Shuri looked hopeful. She could keep you safe if you stopped running around like a damn vigilante.

“I’m retiring.”

You were so fucking bored. How many times were you going to trek around the lab and through the palace before it became routine?

“Ri, can we go to the market today?”

Riri sat beside you in the big bed, playing with your hands absentmindedly. “Nah, ma. You need to heal before you start trying to walk that far in that heat.”

The sound your lips made when they sucked your teeth was audible. “Imma go ask Shuri then.”

“She gonna tell you the same thing I just did,” she responded. She stood to follow you, though. She’d become your shadow, tracing every step you took.

“We’ll see.”

“Y/n and Princess Riri are entering the lab,” Griot announced upon your arrival.

“Why don’t I get to be Princess too?”

Riri laughs at your question and Shuri’s voice rings out. “Hi, sthandwas,” she greets Riri with a kiss on her cheek. Her lips meet your forehead and your cheeks warm up at an action that you should be used to by now.

“Would you like to join us in the market, My Queen?” Your voice is sickly sweet and Shuri isn’t stupid. The use of her royal title just oozes with your want.

“Did Riri tell you that you couldn’t go?” Shuri chuckles, pulling her eyes away from you and placing them back on her work.

“She might’ve-” Riri’s brows raise at your half-truth.

“We can go. Go get dressed, sthandwa.”

You almost jump with excitement but the pain in your shoulder reminds you not to. While you rush back to the guest room you’d taken up, Riri turns to Shuri in disbelief.

“Shuri, what the hell?”

She pulls Riri to her, wrapping her arms around the girl’s legs and resting her head on her stomach before looking up.

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.

“I’m ready to act on it.”

The market isn’t nearly as crowded as it usually is. Riri’s hand intertwines with yours, swinging with your steps while Shuri stands to your opposite side, careful not to graze your still-healing arm. Several steps behind, Ayo and Aneka act as guards whilst enjoying their own stroll.

The walk is quiet and your steps are slow. Every table you come across, you head to with wide, excited eyes. Every trinket brushes your fingertips as you take in the Wakandan day that you’ve grown to enjoy so much.

“Y/n,” Shuri calls out to you, drawing your attention away from the merchant you’d struck up in conversation.

You turn and her hand is reached out to you. “Tell me something, sthandwa.” Riri’s still got your other hand tight in her grasp as Shuri takes hold of the other one. “What’s up, Shuri?”

“While you were unconscious, how much were you aware of?”

“What do you mean?”

Shuri takes a deep breath. It’s as if going back to that day is harder for her than it is for you. “What did you feel? What’d you hear?”

“I could feel you doing those chest compressions. I heard you screaming; I think I heard everyone screaming.”

Shuri nods and Riri squeezes your hand tighter. “What else?” Shuri already knew. If you’d heard that much, you’d heard the rest.

“I felt you gave me mouth-to-mouth. I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t. I just felt everything hurting bad.”

Mhm, Shuri hums. Her hand releases yours and grazes your cheek. “Mouth-to-mouth isn’t a true kiss, y/n. I’d like to give you a real kiss if that’s okay.”

Your breathing gets stuck in your chest. Riri laughs at your mouth gaping, like a fish out of water. “You gonna answer, y/n, baby?”

Your nod is enough of a yes for the Queen and she closes the gap between you two with a tender kiss to your lips that doesn’t last nearly as long as you want.

“You died y/n,” she whispers when she pulls away. “You died and I lost you. And I never want to lose you again. Or almost lose you, or anything in between.”

“Ri kept calling you ours that day and I kept denying her. I didn’t think you were. I was too afraid to put myself out there or put my feelings into the open.”

She has you hypnotized, unable to pull away from her gaze, from her words. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t want to keep correcting Ri. In fact, I’d like for her to be right. I’d like for you to be ours.”

Words have escaped you. Shuri awaits your answer, resting her forehead against yours. Her perfectly sculpted brow arches into a question mark. “Well?”

Again, a nod is the only thing that you can give in response. A big, stupid grin spreads across Shuri’s face and she pulls you in for another kiss, a longer kiss.

Riri is giddy, bouncing next to you, squeezing the feeling out of your hand. “Finally,” her laughter is music to your ears. “My turn,” she pulls your face free from Shuri’s lips and replaces them with her own.

“Fucking finally,” you whisper as you melt into her touch.

Fucking finally.

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jadedrrose · 8 months

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The Silent Reaver - Ch. Seven

A month has now passed since you and Law reconnected. With time running lower and lower, you and Law must come up with a plan- a plan to take down Doflamingo.

Warnings: fem reader (I don’t think pronouns have been used?), swearing, reader talks about murder lol.

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Despite the time passing since that day having only been three weeks, it had felt as though you’d been with Law for much longer now.

During these past three weeks, you two had attempted to keep things lowkey; wanting to avoid any attention whatsoever. However, you and Law were becoming increasingly inseparable with each day. You craved everything about him; his soft touch that brought you warmth through the cold, bitter air of the laboratory. Law’s deep voice that seemed like music to your ears, a sweet melody that you’d gladly have stuck on repeat.

You simply wanted to be with him at all times, wishing to stay within his company until the day you took your very last breath. And even then, you think you’d be happy to die at his side. As long as Law was with you, everything would turn out okay.

Yes, you were utterly infatuated with him. And despite his attempts to hide it and appear cool toward you, Law clearly returned that feeling. Lately, he’d taken up wandering to your quarters in the middle of the night, excusing it as “well, I couldn’t sleep… and I was just taking a walk and found my way over here, so…”

And you’d gladly stay up for him.

By the fourth week; or rather a month, to be precise, you shared your second kiss with Law.

After the night where you both confessed to each other, Law had decided he’d like to spend more time getting to know you again, and have things gradually build up like a normal relationship. He was afraid of running into things, and especially afraid of losing you. You couldn’t blame the poor man; after he’d lost his family at such a young age, then to only lose Corazon three years later. And the whole time, he’d thought you were gone, too. At least, in the sense that Doflamingo had warped your mind.

But, you promised you wouldn't be going anywhere.

On the night you shared your second kiss, Law had shown up to your bedroom again. You welcomed him in with a hug and innocent peck on the cheek, figuring he simply wanted to be in your company once again.

Things took a turn, quickly, though.

Law had begun to talk about plans again.

“So… your mission is to either bring me back to Dressrosa, or kill me if I should refuse?” Law asked you, a look on his face that gave off the vibe that he was about to propose something.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “And of course… I don’t even want to think about killing you. So I’m not really sure what to do now.”

“I have an idea…” Law stated, his eyes lit up in a way that gleamed with confidence. “You may get blood on your hands, however. I need to know if you’re going to be able to accept that.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “Wouldn’t be the first time… um, but if it’s Doflamingo in question… I’m more than ready to do so.”

Law smirked, curious as to what you meant by “wouldn't be the first time”. You were an assassin, after all, so it only made sense. “You’ve killed before, then?”

“Yes…” you frowned. “Before Dressrosa, we raided islands, looking for the perfect place to call home. One of the guys protecting the place jumped at Baby 5, pinned her down. So I… put a stop to it.”

Law hummed, morbid curiosity getting the better of him, “how’d you do it?”

“Shot him with my sniper from a rooftop,” you answered, trying to contain any guilt residing within you. “Though, I…”

“You were saving your friend,” Law cut in before you could begin talking. It seemed like he knew you’d break down into tears if you continued to speak. “Don’t feel bad that a man was punished for attacking a young girl.”

“Right,” you inhaled deeply, blinking away any tears that attempted to form.

“Anyway… my plan,” Law began to explain, “in two days, you will pretend to confront me, and then I will agree to return to Dressrosa with you. But, I still want to stop the SAD production, as a backup.”

“Okay… how will we do that?” you asked, unsure how you’d essentially stop a factory.

“I’ll use my ability to destroy that section of the laboratory. I’ll take down Caesar, you’ll kill Monet. We need to make it seem like they died in the destruction. Our alibi is that we left the island before the explosion could happen.”

You nodded, though you felt uncertain… would this really work? Doflamingo wouldn’t be suspicious of only you and Law making it out alive?

“Are you certain this will all work?” You asked, biting your lip as a small gesture to show hesitation.

Law gave you a reassuring smile, taking a seat on your bed, beside you. His shoulder grazed your own, though it didn’t give much for contact due to the fluffy coat he wore. However, the feeling alone of that ridiculous coat he’d sewn spots all over, brushing against your bare shoulder, sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the hair rising on your skin, wanting to be even closer with Law.

“Cold?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself and rubbing your palms along your skin.

Law sighed, and you watched as he seemingly hesitated. About what, though?

After a moment, his mouth shut and he began moving. One hand reached for his spotted white hat, removing it from his head, revealing messy black hair. He looked so handsome like that.

Law’s other hand unzipped his coat, and he shrugged his shoulders to get it off. You stared with wide-eyes, but you soon relaxed as you came to realize he was wearing a simple black t-shirt underneath the coat, along with his usual jeans.

Law pulled the coat over your smaller frame, enveloping you in sudden warmth. Tugging on the fabric to pull it closer around yourself, a sweet smile spread across your lips, eyelashes fluttering shut as you hummed in relief.

“I’ll need that back, of course,” he muttered.

You giggled, snuggling further into the warmth of Law’s coat. It was heavenly, to put it simply. The warmth from his body remained on it, instantly relieving you of the harsh cold air within your room. It also smelled like him, which, maybe it was weird to think so, but you enjoyed it.

“So… as for the details of the plan,” he coughed, returning to the original subject at hand. “We’ll utilize the next week to scout things out. You’ll watch Monet’s every movement, searching for the best time to engage in battle with her. As soon as you’ve got her… distracted- alert me so that I can commence with taking down Caesar.”

“How should I contact you?” You asked, unsure of if Law had a snail phone or not.

“Den-den mushi,” he confirmed what you thought. “Though I don’t have one here myself, I’ll take one of the prisoner’s. You have your own, yes?”

You nodded, using the gesture to not only confirm Law’s statement but also to show him exactly where it was. In the direction you nodded in, a simple snail phone lay sleeping on your desk.

“Good,” Law commented, quietly. A yawn left his lips not even a second later.

“Tired?” You questioned, smiling up at your boyfriend as you thought of how cute he looked right now.

“A bit, yeah,” he said, raising one tattooed arm to scratch the back of his neck.

“You could sleep in here, I won’t mind,” you suggested. “Though, you’ll have to leave early. Or at least warp yourself back to your own room.”

Law nodded his head and returned your smile, thinking you looked quite adorable snuggled up in his coat. “That’s fine. Though you… don’t mind me sleeping in your bed?”

His voice stuttered in the last part of his sentence, and you again giggled, finding his nervousness to be endearing. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just sleeping, after all…”

“…right,” the word left Law’s lips in heavy breaths, like you’d flustered him.

Standing up from the spot you’d been sitting in, you set Law’s coat down on the back of your desk chair, before returning to stand in front of him. You gazed into his gray eyes lovingly, slowly blinking as you leaned down toward him, the space between you and him lessening with every movement.

Taking his head into your hands, warmly cupping his cheeks, you brought his lips to yours, closing off any space entirely as he returned your kiss.

The moment seemed to last years, perhaps centuries even, as though nothing could come between the two of you. You leaned further into Law, deepening the kiss. As a result, his arms wrapped around your body, tugging you closer to his own. The action left you nowhere else but his lap to move into, and as you did so, your heart beat so quickly, with such a hammering pound, that you felt as though it could break from your chest at any given moment.

One of your hands moved into Law’s hair, playing with the raven strands as you got more comfortable in his lap. With small breaks, you both gasped for air before diving right back in, refusing to give the moment up.

You knew it would have to come to an end eventually, as all things did, however you didn’t expect to be interrupted, of all things.

The den-den mushi you’d told Law of mere minutes ago suddenly began making noise, alerting you and Law to the fact that somebody was trying to reach you.

You practically jumped out of his lap, the sudden noise startling you. On quick feet, you got over to your desk and took in a deep breath before picking up.

“Reaver, awake at this hour? I nearly didn’t expect you to answer,” his cocky, unnerving voice filled the room.

It had been weeks, really, more than a month now, since you’d heard from the man. The man you feared most, despite the fact you’d trusted him with your life for so long. Maybe it was Law’s effect on you, or hidden resentment that finally resurfaced, but hearing him angered you.

“You know I’m always up late, young master,” you said through uneven breaths, trying to recompose yourself from the heavy kiss you’d just shared with Law. Though, your anger was making it hard to get that under control.

“Of course. I suppose it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you, that I simply forgot…”

Something about the way Doflamingo spoke to you seemed off. His tone indicated that he was upset, but trying to get some sort of point across.

“How long has it been now? Remind me, Reaver.”

“About a month,” you replied, voice weary as you feared he was onto your new plan.

“Right. So it would only make sense that you’ll be making your return soon, yes?”

Your mouth hung open, unsure of what to say now. You weren’t aware that there was any sort of time limit to your mission, but it did make sense in a way, that you’d be expected home sooner rather than later. “Um… yes, young master…” you trailed off, looking back to where Law sat, who only nodded.

“I shall be returning with Law soon,” you decided to say, not giving it an exact date or time frame.

“Oh? Have things gone well?”

“Yes, I… am unsure of his intentions, but he did agree to come with me.”

You could hear Doflamingo chuckling over on the other end. Though it was hard to say if he sounded pleased or just… evil.

“That’s good news, Reaver. You did your job well.”

“Thank you, young master,” you mumbled, not feeling grateful in the slightest.

“Well then, if things are truly going as well as you say… I have nothing else to speak with you about. You’d better rest now, Reaver.”

“I will. Good-bye, young master.”

With a clicking noise, Doflamingo hung up just as your last word left your lips. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turned to Law, looking panicked.

“Shit… now we’ve gotta act fast,” you said, throwing your hands in your hair to show your distress.

“Don’t worry about it,” Law shrugged, not looking concerned or pleased. He was as stoic as ever as he continued speaking, “I did say we’d spend the next few days looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. Shouldn’t take too long. And, now that he’s expecting us back, it won’t seem as suspicious that we left before the laboratory was destroyed.”

You nodded, Law’s words calming you down. He was right. If anything, your improvised lie had actually made your alibis stronger, making you more confident in the plan you and the warlord beside you had come up with.

Though, you still worried about what you’d face upon your return to Dressrosa…

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chronicdisasterwrites · 11 months

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silent love

pairing: levi ackerman x gn!reader

genre + warnings: - could be modern au or canon (you decide both works lol). no warnings, really. FLUFF. reader has tie-able hair.

word count: 518

authors note: this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic. I hope I could do our beloved Levi justice and apologies for calling him "old" twice LMFAO. and this isn't implying that reader is underage or anything (they're NOT underage pls), it's just funny to call levi "old".

I hope you enjoy <3

Most (read: all) people would agree - Levi was a cranky "old" man who enjoyed making tedious shit jokes, expressing his opinion in the most brutally straightforward way possible, and had absolutely no regard for untidy people who couldn’t clean a teaspoon to save their life.

Levi would much rather do things himself instead of teaching someone the “correct” way of doing said things. His teaching method is also more so, “you teaching yourself after he points out what you did wrong” rather than, “here, see this is how you do it”.

So, you found it endearing how he would go out of his way to actually demonstrate the proper way (according to him, anyways) of folding napkins, cleaning windows, or steeping the perfect cup of black tea. One time after you laughed at a particularly unfunny shit joke he made, you noticed from the corner of your eye how his gaze lingered on you for slightly longer than he would usually allow. And how after he turned his head away, the tips of his ears were a shade of the most adorable rosy pink. It threw you off for a second. Seeing Levi Ackerman, poker-faced and all, blushing? It got you noticing small things like these more and more. And one of the things you noticed was how he noticed small things about you too.

He would go off about how those pastries you like are “diabetes in a box” and would proceed to leave them in the fridge or your desk with your name scribbled in bold letters all over the box. He would deny it completely if approached about it though. He would keep an extra rubber band on him at all times because he noticed how you kept losing your own hair bands and how cranky you get if your hair got in your face. He would wait for you, walk with you in silence, and listen to you with the occasional hum to ensure you that he’s listening.

These things aren’t grand love gestures in Levi’s eyes. He may not even know he loves you. But to him, it doesn’t really matter. He knows this feeling is new to him and that you are important to him. He just knows that he wants you to be safe, happy and doesn’t mind spending all his time with you. Even if it’s in silence. Even if you don’t know how he feels for you. Even if you never will, because he’s lost too many people in his life and couldn’t bear to lose you too. So he’d show you his love, instead of using his words. Because it’s easier that way and he still gets to protect you and love you in his own subtle loving way.

So yes, Levi was still a cranky “old” man with an appreciation of ridiculous shit jokes, being straightforward and cleaning like his life depends on it. However, he would tone it all down for you. Although, if you knew this you’d tell him there’s no need to tone anything down. Because that’s the Levi you fell in love with.

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goldvenuslvrs · 11 months

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love at first injury ; kiara carrera

summary: when she kiara went for a walk on the beach, she didn’t expect to meet the love of her life. she didn’t expect to get knocked off her feet by a volleyball either.

pairing: kiara carrera x fem!plus sized!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: meet cute, reader has hair long enough to tuck behind your ears, lowkey jjcleopope (if you read into it), kinda insta love/love at first sight (but they’re teenagers so it’s not that far fetched), kiara being kinda insecure

an: round part of rewriting old imagines lol

Never let it be said that Kiara Carrera didn’t absolutely adore her friends.

However, as much as she loved them, she needed time away. There were plenty of ways that she chose to relax and catch her breath.

Surfing, of course.

She found that helping out at the Wreck certainly let her push her racing thoughts to the back of her mind for a little while.

Her favourite way to relax was to simply walk up and down the length of the beach with a pair of earphones in and completely ignore the world for an hour or two.

In that one hour, she didn’t need to listen to John B try and convince her that his dad was still alive and still searching for the gold. She didn’t have to exert all her energy on pulling JJ away from his next fight or listening to Pope fret and agonise over the interview for his scholarship (which she thought was ridiculous because it’s Pope, he’s obviously going to get it!).

For just a few hours, she had a little respite from the chaos of her friends.

Although the volleyball flying directly towards her face seemed to have other plans regarding how her day would go, the unexpected force knocked her off her feet onto the sand and she watched the ball bounce off toward the main road.

She would’ve been unbelievably pissed if it wasn’t for the girl running up to her, already spewing apologies. Her thoughts had violently shifted from ‘what the fuck’ to ‘oh my god, pretty girl’. She took the extended hand that the girl had offered and she couldn’t help but let her eyes briefly rake up and down her frame.

It wasn’t often that Kiara was unaware of how to react to something or someone but there was something about this girl that made her feel different in a way that the boys she’d been with before had never made her feel simply by looking at her. Before she could lose herself in comparing her past lovers to the girl in front of her, whose name she didn’t even know, she was pulled to her feet and now stood at almost eye-level with the girl.

“Hi,” You smiled and Kiara felt her legs go weak, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah, you’ve said,” She laughed, shaking her head in an attempt to regain a sliver of composure, “About a million times.”

“I’m Y/N, and those,” You said, seemingly slightly nervous, and gestured to the small group behind you that were watching and doing an incredibly bad job of pretending that they weren’t, “Are the idiots that I call my friends, who evidently can’t aim to save their lives.”

Kiara couldn’t help but laugh when you raised your voice at the latter part of your sentence, clearly wanting your friends to overhear. It was clear that they had, seeing as their mouths dropped open in indignation and they huffed, migrating towards the blanket they had set out, “Kiara but everyone calls me Kie, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago, my parents got a new job working for the Thorntons,” You grimaced. She guessed you had already met Topper and been acquainted with his wonderful personality.

Kiara let the silence hang for a moment, feeling her palms begin to sweat, “Do you want to hang out? I’m meeting up with my friends soon, you and friends can join if you want to?” Although she would be more than okay with your friends joining, Kiara silently prayed that they wouldn’t want to.

She was almost certain that the resulting smile that spread across your face could’ve blinded her.

“Sure,” You said, glancing back towards your friends who had once again become invested in a game of volleyball, “I’ll just let them know I’m leaving, they seem pretty into the game.”

It was clear to both of you that it was a bullshit excuse but neither of you could bring yourself to insist that they accompany you.

Kiara stood there, kind of awkwardly, as you headed back towards your friends. She noted the way in which each of their gazes briefly flickered to her and back to you, sending you a teasing smirk, before they nodded and waved you off again.

“Ready to go, Kie?” You asked as soon as you were close enough, with your bag hitched over your shoulder.

She nodded and turned around, expecting you to follow her. Walking down the road, the excitement and nervousness emanating from you and Kiara was palpable.

Kiara had warned you that her friends could be a little… chaotic but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were greeted with when you arrived at the ‘Chateau’ (what a weird name).

There were two boys wrestling on the ground in front of a handful of hammocks. “That’s JJ and Pope,” She had informed you, “They’re pretty much in love but they won’t admit it.”

There was a girl with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin lounging on one of the hammocks near them, laughing out loud, cheering on ‘Pope’ and betting ‘JJ’ that he wouldn’t win. “That’s Sarah.”

“Cameron?” You had asked. You had heard her name once or twice when you were getting settled in.

“Yep, it’s a long story.”

There was another girl sharing the hammock with Sarah who was smiling over at the wrestling boys with a certain softness in her eyes, “That’s Cleo,” Kiara explained, “She’s new as well, she’s only been here a few months.”

Kiara pointed out John B last. He was laying on the other hammock, his arm thrown over his eyes and quite obviously trying to ignore his friends’ antics.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of them. Your outburst accidentally gained the attention of the group of rowdy teenagers who all lifted their heads and watched you wander over.

JJ was the first to greet you, he seemed to radiate chaotic energy so you figured that you’d probably get along with him more than most if you stuck around. “Well,” He said mischievously, “Hi-”

“No!” Kiara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, which prompted laughter from the rest of the group, “I like this one, don’t ruin it with your slutty tendencies!”

The pogues shared a weighted look between themselves. They had a feeling that it wasn’t just your friendship that Kiara was after, she was usually one to be pretty subtle when it came to the people she was interested in but everyone could see the heart eyes she was currently giving you.

You were quickly pulled into a conversation with Sarah, who demanded to know where you bought your shorts from, and John B, who told you to ignore any of JJ’s advances.

Kiara was trying her hardest to focus on the tale JJ was regaling her and Pope with but she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to drift back to you every now and then. She knew that you would get along with the pogues, you seemed like the type of person to simply fit in every circumstance that you found yourself in. It wasn’t often that she brought someone back and even less often that she brought someone back that vibed with her friends so well.

As happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She knew first-hand how charming her friends could be when they put their minds to it. She had a feeling that she didn’t have to worry about JJ, as flirty as he was, she knew he was more observant than he let on and he would never hurt her like that. John B and Sarah were disgustingly in love so she had no worries about them.

Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she might have reason to worry about Pope and Cleo. Pope was the sweetest guy she had ever met and she could definitely see the potential he had to be ‘boyfriend material’ and Cleo, well, Kiara certainly wasn’t blind.

She was still in conversation with JJ and Pope when it had begun to rain and everyone decided to migrate towards the deck, each claiming a piece of furniture.

“Kie!” Sarah whisper-yelled, “I think we put her to sleep.”

Kiara looked down at Sarah’s lap and saw that you were dead asleep.

Sarah saw the look of adoration on her friend’s face and softly moved you so that you were laying on Kiara’s lap rather than her own.

The brunette lightly ran her fingers through your hair and brushed it out of your face. She shrugged and shot Sarah a quick smile, “I don’t blame her,” She chuckled, “We are a bit much, aren’t we?”

“I’m still not used to it,” Cleo quipped with a smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and her, then?” JJ blurted out curiously and pointedly ignored the elbow in the ribs (Pope) and glare (Sarah) that he was subjected to, “Do you like her?”

The pogues exchanged wary glances. It was a well know fact that Kiara wasn’t straight but she had never explicitly told them about her romantic preferences. She had always been adamant that ‘coming out’ was a ridiculous tradition.

“I don’t know,” Kiara sounded so small and shy. They had never heard her sound that before, “I don’t want to scare her off. It’s only been a day.”

“If we haven’t managed to send her running for the hills, I doubt you will,” John B said. He grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her up with him as he stood, “It’s late and I’ve got work tomorrow, we’re going to bed. You know where the keys are, lock up before you leave.”

Pope shared a look with JJ and Cleo before reluctantly standing up, “Dad will be on my ass if we’re not back soon.”

Pope and JJ walked on towards the Twinkie but Cleo stayed put for a moment, “Tell her,” She implored, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Kiara wanted to scoff because isn’t that the age-old question? She may have only known you for a few hours but she feared what might happen and how devastating a rejection you could inflict on her.

She sighed and waved her off. As soon as the van disappeared around the corner and she could no longer hear the roaring of the old, well-used engine, her gaze drifted back to you.

As if you could feel her eyes on you, yours fluttered open and you turned your head to look up at her with a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips, “Hi,” You said quietly, clearing your throat and wiping your hands over your face and yawning, “How long was I out for?” You asked, sheepishly.

Kiara laughed, throwing her head back, “About twenty minutes, everyone left.”

You tried not to focus on the heat that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks and hoped that she couldn’t sense or notice your embarrassment. “Sorry,” You mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and moving to rest beside her on the couch. You tucked your hair behind your ears and chuckled, “Honestly, I’m surprised none of you drew on me.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, they wanted to, especially JJ,” She teased and took a deep breath, “But if you wanted to make it up to me for, you know, falling asleep when I so graciously introduced to my best friends, you could come by the Wreck tomorrow?”

“The Wreck?”

“It’s a restaurant that my dad runs, I work there,” She explained, “I finish at four if you wanted to come by.”

You made a contemplative look and smiled shyly, “Depends,” You teased, “Will it just be us or should I prepare to listen to Sarah explain, in detail, why John B should get his hair cut?”

She shook her head and grinned, reaching a hand out to clasp yours, “Just me and you…is that alright?”

You shrugged and shifted closer to her, softly rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb, “More than alright.”

an: again, i’m unbelievably bad at writing endings but any feedback is welcome, inbox is open for any requests <3

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atonalginger · 3 months

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It's Snippet Sunday! What a fun day! Thanks for the tag @therealgchu, @silurisanguine (on discord), and everyone else who urged folks to share. I will also urge those who see this and have something they've been working on to consider picking a small peek, just a snippet ;)

Anyway this snippet comes from Reclaiming Home, my DocCoe fic that has been slow to get off the ground after that spicy explosion of a first chapter. ...they needed some rest...lol

TW for discussions of past emotional abuse, attempted kidnapping. Placed under a "read more" cut

“It’s fine, Sam,” Jamie chuckled, “it’s not a secret.”

“Then why is he acting like it is?” Cora motioned at her dad.

“It used to hurt to think about it,” Jamie admitted, “but that was a long time ago.”

“So I am being nosy,” Cora frowned.

“No, you’re curious. Being nosy would be snooping and digging where you didn’t belong even after being told to drop it,” Jamie reached out and smoothed a stray curl back into place, “Fox took me away from Dodgewood when he did to save me from our parent’s plans for me.”

“What were the plans,” Cora leaned in.

“To stop me from being independent. My mom found out I’d been working with the history teacher at the school, filling out college apps and applying for financial aid. Neither of my parents wanted me going to college because, to them, that wasn’t meant for me. They were saving for Jasper’s college and were banking on Fox’s time in the militia to pay for his higher education.”

“But why not? You’re a genius!” Cora exclaimed.

Jamie let out a quiet laugh. She said it didn’t hurt anymore but the truth chewed a raw spot on her heart, “because my success would draw attention and they didn’t want that. They didn’t like people remembering I existed because it meant they had to act like they liked me.”

“But…” Cora stopped herself, absorbing what Jamie had said, “what were they going to do?”

“Dad knew a freight pilot from Hopetown who had a son a few years older than me looking for a wife. Wanted to move to Akila hoping to find better work. So my dad offered the guy a job on the farm and he and mom started working on convincing me he was just perfect for me. They hoped to browbeat me into marrying him, getting rooted in Dodgewood, and continue to be their little maid.”

“Oh, their those people,” Cora said quietly.

Her response made Jamie chuckle a little harder, “Yes they are.” “I don’t get it, it’s the 24rd century, people!” Cora threw up her hands.

“For some traditions and personal believes run deeper than any fact could hope to sway,” Jamie looked up to Sam. He was now standing behind Cora, leaned against a locker watching his girls with that worried look he wore so often nowadays. She looked back to Cora, “but Fox learned about their plans from Jasper, who was so excited to see my dreams crushed he couldn’t keep mom and dad’s secret. Baby brother’s animosity for me is what saved me in the end.”

“He wasn’t worried about you like Fox?” Cora asked.

“No, Jasper hated me with a fiery passion. As soon as they could get away with it my parents dumped all parenting responsibilities onto me. ‘Good practice’ they called it, for when I one day had my own.” Jamie looked over to the desk and took a deep breath, “I didn’t let him do every little impulsive thing his potato brain thought up and so he hated me.”

Cora’s hug caught Jamie off guard, causing her to jump slightly as the girls arms wrapped around her. She turned and hugged Cora back, rocking them back and forth slightly. Into her shoulder Cora asked, “so that why you both changed your names and kept lots of details vague in your writing.”

“Partly,” Jamie nodded and gave Cora one more little squeeze before sitting up, “We hadn’t planned it initially. We hoped some distance and time would give us a chance to prove to them it was the right call. Fox was the golden one, he did no wrong in their eyes, so he hoped he’d be able to convince them. But we learned fairly quickly how wrong we were on that front.

“Family came out of the woodwork to let us know what horrible children we were. Luckily by boss at the Rock was able to get security to keep an eye out for me when Fox and your dad were out of town. But even that started to fail and it’s one of the reasons I abruptly left the city. I couldn't risk my move being discovered by our family too soon.”

“What’s they do?” Sam asked, a heat on his words, his blue eyes burning as he looked down, hiding them from his girls.

“My Univeralist Uncle showed up with the potential suitor asking around for me, introducing the guy to others as my fiancé. People who knew me or your dad knew that was bogus but that didn’t stop the talk and then a few days before I left town they accosted me near the Rock. Deputy Monroe, well deputy at the time, he interceded and I was able to slip into the Rock but I knew I couldn’t stay after that.” A low growl rumbled in Sam’s throat. They’d need to talk about it later, when Cora went to bed. About why she never said anything.

“Seems like a lot of work when they could have just let you go,” Cora said as she sat back down. She held onto Jamie’s hand, seeming to want to keep some tether to her.

“It was embarrassing and reputation meant everything to them.” Jamie said with a tired smile, “Us leaving Dodgewood was the talk of the settlement when it happened. It’s a tiny settlement in the ass end of nowhere, it was all people talked about for a weeks. Speculation over why it happened and talk about how dramatic it looked: Fox had come home for a week of leave, was seen talking to Jasper near the spaceport, stormed home, and within an hour we were spotted loading into the militia transport he landed with and were gone. And we never came back. It was juicier than any shows they could download.”

“But couldn’t they see they were hurting you?” Cora asked.

“They didn’t care about my feelings on the matter, sweetheart,” Jamie said softly, “there are people in this world who only care about themselves. Everything they do is in service of making themselves look good to others. The jobs they take, the friends they make, the families they have, all of has the end goal of making people like them and nothing else. Most people won’t pick up on it because they aren’t personally affected by it, they’ll only see the good deeds, the kind words, the selfless charity.

“But that also means nothing can ever go wrong. Nothing can ever look out of place for them, because if it does it will let people see other cracks in their facade.” Jamie gave Cora’s hand a pat, “they wanted me to come back so they could say, ‘look everyone, we’re still a happy family and everything is fine’. As time went on and I completed my degrees, changed my last name, started making a name for myself in the Starfield, they backed off more and more because those that knew I was their daughter praised them for my success, making them look good. And those that didn’t know my family couldn’t judge them anymore.”

“Ew,” Cora scrunched her nose, “they tried to lock you away and then got to brag about your successes?

“Yup,” Jamie nodded, “and agreed, Ew.”

“Why not put them on blast? Tell everyone exactly what they did? Make sure they can’t steal your successes for themselves?” Cora asked.

“I’ve considered it,” Jamie admitted, “and every time I get close to doing it I remember that it won’t fix any of it. They won’t admit their fault. They won’t apologize. What it would do is let them play victim to those around them. Allow them to ‘woe is me, look at how my own daughter speaks of me after all I did for her’. Far better to allow my absence and silence weigh on them. If anyone asks after me and how I’m doing in my daily life they won’t have anything. And from what I’ve heard from the few people I’ve stayed in touch with from Dodgewood, that burns them the most. Sure, they love the praise of being parents of Doc Melody but when people ask questions…”

“That does sound like a better revenge,” Cora admitted.

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #atonalginger writes #coemancer #snippet sunday #the coemancer crew #DocCoe #Doc Melody #Cora Coe #some of Doc's backstory under the read more

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jungkookslipring · 1 year

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Save Me

AN: I had a nightmare, this exact nightmare last night, so of course my first thought was to write about it lol

TW: mentions of kidnapping 🔴

Pairings: WooSan x Reader 💛

Genre: comfort ❤️‍🩹

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the nightmare that was about to ensue. You were having a fairly normal dream, you were walking on the pier of seattle with a friend, and when said friend ran off to say hi to someone she knew, you walked over to a bench to take a picture of the ferris wheel and the two stadiums in the distance. While you were doing so, there was a man, maybe in his mid 50s, sitting next to you,with another man slightly younger visiting him. The older man then leaned over to the younger guy and said “I’m going to take my daughter for a walk,” as he not so subtly grabbed a hold of your wrist. You froze. This was attempted kidnapping. You were trained your whole life to scream “Help! He’s not my dad!” or vice versa, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out. You gave the younger man a small smile as the older man stood up, your wrist still in his hand. When the older man pulled you behind him, you walked past the young man and whispered

“Save me”.

The older man walked you away from the pier and towards the ferris wheel. Luckily he was out of breath, and when he pulled to the side to take a breather, you yanked your wrist and started running. But fuck dreams because you can’t run like a normal person and you can’t scream either, so the man took off running towards you, and he was getting closer. Why was no one helping you? When he cornered you, your eyes snapped open, and you were greeted with your pitch black room. You were shaking, your heart was beating out of your chest, and you were so close to crying of relief that it was all a nightmare and that you woke up from whatever was about to happen. Your breath hitched there was a small knock on your door. You knew where you were but it was hard to think rationally from what just happened. When the door opened, a familiar redhead slowly made his way through the door.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” He asked quietly as me walked over to your side of the bed. You let out a shaky sigh.

“Yeah I’m okay, thanks Woo,” you whispered. He turned on your lamp and could see you eyes were just a tad misty. You couldn’t lie to him.

“It was just a stupid nightmare, but it felt so real, you know,” you shrugged, trying to play it off like it was nothing. Wooyoung smiled sadly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing is stupid if it makes you upset, y/n, isn’t that what you always tell the guys and I?“ he asked gently. You hesitated before nodding. You were definitely a hypocrite.

“Would you like some company?” He asked. You smiled.

“Won’t San come looking for you?” You laughed.

“Yes,” another voice said on the other side of the door. You jumped before seeing it was none other than your zodiac sign buddy, standing there with his Shiber in his arms.

“Science shows that sleeping with a Shiber and your best friends promotes better sleep results,” San said all high and mighty. You snorted.

“Does it now?” You giggle as you accepted Shiber. San and Wooyoung made their way under the covers and snuggled up next to you.

“What would I do without you guys?” You sighed happily as you threw an arm around Wooyoung so he could snuggle into your neck. San hugged you from behind and gave you a quick kiss on your head. Not too long after, everyone was in a deep slumber, and San’s scientific facts ended up being correct.

#ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez x atiny #my fyp #ateez angst #ateez comfort #woosan #platonic cuddling

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pastabake017 · 6 months

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Bradshaw’s

hello there! i’m ollie and im just testing out my writing style here, i hope you enjoy!

summary: Robin and Rooster engage in an argument causing them to miss the warnings of a storm coming in⛈️

Pairings: Robin Bradshaw (my oc)X Bob floyd, established relationship(🤭)

warnings: swearing, arguing, injury (not detailed tho), Bit angsty lol!

Please lmk if there are any spelling or grammar errors 🫶

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“Rooster were falling really behind, we gotta move!” Robin shouted into her mask, desperate trying to get her team leader to pick up the pace. She knew if they failed the practice course again, flying the actual mission would be out of the question.

“No, we can make up time in the straight away, maintain your speed!” Rooster ordered back at her. To her annoyance, they reached the target but a minute late, meaning they had aloud time for the enemy planes to attack.

“Great, maverick is gonna kill us.” Payback sighed over coms.

“Maybe, but we reached the target how could he kill us for that.” Rooster barked back.

“You don’t get it do you? If we flew at your speed on the actual mission, we’d be dead right now.” Robin argued,

“You don’t know that!”

“Were not flying fast enough, the enemy would have intercepted us by now you stupid fuck!”

“Then it’s a dogfight!”

“Against 5th generation fighters? yeah right.” Robin scoffed. Between the twos bickering they’d failed to pick up on the strong winds they had flown into. Payback and Fanboy had been long back to base at this point, leaving the siblings to argue. They had been greeted by the other aviators who were confused at the absence of the Bradshaws. Especially a one WSO.

“Payback? Where’s Robin? Did you leave her and rooster out there?” Bob questioned the taller man as he walked towards to hanger, Payback just stayed silent, not wanting to escalate the situation,Bob lunged towards him in an attempt to strike his face but he was held back by Fanboy,“You asshole! How could you leave her? Did you even try to warn them?”

“Lieutenant Floyd, I think thats quite enough.” Cyclone shouted, allowing Payback to explain his piece.

Straightening his flight suit after the tussle, sending daggers towards Bob,

“We tried to warn them about the storm, but they were to busy arguing about speed and time to notice, Im sure they’ll be fine-“

Payback answered before being cut off by a sudden flash then thunder clap. A worried look adorned the aviators faces, racing to the communications room. Phoenix flicked on the radio to hear the panicked shout of Rooster.

“Robin! Eject! Eject!” he kept repeating but she wasn’t listening,

“No-I can- I can do it.” her voice was frantic, focused on trying to save herself from crashing. Her F-18 had been struck by lightning and her engines were starting to die one by one and she was getting to close to the ground.

“Robin you need to eject now! You can’t save the jet but you can save yourself! Think about Bob!” Rooster attempted to plead with her, when Robin heard Bobs name she looked down her the ring on her finger, remembering the promise she made to him. She knew she couldn’t fix it but ejecting from the plane seemed like the worst case scenario for Robin as it was the only part of flying she feared the most,the fear stemmed from her father and the stories her mother used to tell her about when he used to fly, and how an ejection from a jet going wrong was what killed her father. But with no other way of fixing the flames starting to creep up the wings Robin knew what she had to do to get back to Bob. A final attempt of re-engaging the engines failed and they all finally gave out, the jet fell eerily silent it was now too late for any Maverick type manoeuvre the only option was for Robin to eject, with a deep breath to clear her head Robin reached for the handles and pulled hard, sending her flying into the air away from her jet, away from her brother and away from where anyone could probably find her.

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Ringing. Was the first thing Robin heard when she came to. Her right cheek was pressed firmly into the dessert sand that had dried up signalling to Robin she’d been out here for a while as the storm was long gone. Waves of pain started to make their way across her body as she tried to move and assess her injuries, it took all her effort to just press her palms to the ground and try to sit up. However she only managed to flip herself onto her back, sending a shock of pain through her body. Attempting to look around was hindered impossible by the sun that was now beating down on her bare face, compared with the fatal storm that had brought her jet down in the first place. Looking down at her hands she noticed her ring still firmly on her finger, sighing to herself as she thought that she would’ve have definitely lost it.

She thought about the day Bob had gave it to her, it wasn’t long after they arrived at top gun. She had found a note attached to her helmet in the locker room reading that she should meet Bob on the beach after their class that day, unfortunately for Robin, Bob had not grown up near top gun so he got lost while trying to get back to where he’d set up his proposal. By this point Robin had figured out what he was trying to do and had said “Bob, i don’t care where we are or how you do it just ask me to marry you will you? i’ve been waiting too long!” Robin chuckled to herself as she remembered Bobs face when he found out she knew, of course she did, Bradshaw’s know everything.

Robin sighed to herself, bring her mind back to the present and her current situation, she couldn’t do anything but wait for search and rescue, as down here she couldn’t fully asses her injuries but by the amount of pain she was in she knew they weren’t going to be easy to fix. Pulling off her helmet she felt an agonising pain where her goggles had been, she brought a hand up towards her forehead running over where she thought the pain was coming from, she felt something drying onto and into her hair, blood. Her major senses were impaired, she couldn’t feel anything, hear anything other than ringing or hardly see anything due to her glasses being shattered when her head hit the ground.

The relief she felt when she saw the blurred out line of a search and rescue medic coming towards her was immense, she felt tears pricking her eyes. There was someone behind the medic dressed in a pilots uniform but Robin couldn’t make out who it was.

“Robin! Oh my god! Hey its gonna be okay, you’ll be okay. Don’t panic.” a muffled familiar voice said as they knelt down beside Robin. Rooster beckoned over to the medic that it was safe before attempting to comfort his sister.

She opened her mouth the speak but nothing came out, she wanted to scream and tell them how much pain she was in but she couldn’t make a sound. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and that she wanted Bob to know she loved him too, but her voice was course and quiet so Rooster couldn’t hear her over the helicopter propelers

The medic brought over a stretcher and called Rooster to help move the younger girl onto it. But the pain of being hoisted onto a flat surface overcame Robin and her world went black before they even reached the helicopter.

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#bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #top gun #lewis pullman #oneshot #i don’t know #please help #writing #top gun fanfics #fanfic

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