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Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Three: The Other Women

Summary: Things were good between you and Rooster for what felt like a total of one whole minute before your entire world came crashing down around you—just like you knew it would. It’s always the same, the more you fuck around? The more you find out.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. SMUT—absolutely pitiful writing. (Heterosexual) Bradley Bradshaw x female reader.

Word Count: 6.6k

Author Note: EEP! I’ve been waiting to this chapter to go live since I finished editing it. So here it is! I couldn’t wait. Also, let’s play a little game—how many lines from popular songs can you spot!Have a lovely night and see you next week!

You weren’t a closed off kid. In fact you were the exact opposite. You’d talk to anyone about anything as long as they were willing to give you the time of day. But as you got older, you noticed how the people that mattered most to you seemed to vanish into thin air. You started to develop incredibly unhealthy abandonment issues—which at its current, were as heavy and all consuming as they were going to get.

It would be easy to blame it on the fact your dad had given up his fight against throat cancer, or blame Pete Mitchell for basically going MIA for months at a time without so much of an update. You could blame your wingman, Sam for dying when he said he’d see you tomorrow, but that would be selfish. Mainly you blamed your

issues on Bradley Bradshaw—because of all people he was the one who’d slip back in seamlessly, only to break your heart again every damn time. But most of all you blame yourself for letting him do it.

“WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!” Pete shouted as your feet hit the floor. Rooster and Bob standing nearby as they watched you squeeze your throbbing right hand.

“He had it coming!”

“That wasn’t my question Chaos—I asked what the hell is the matter with you!?” Clenching your jaw you looked at Rooster before your eyes fell to Bob. Sighing, he threw the piece of ginger you’d slipped into his coffee mug when he wasn't looking this morning your way. Catching it with your left. His way of saying tell them everything because he sure as shit wasn’t going to. It was your story to tell. “Answer me—“

“I lost my wingman—“ It was the first time you were saying it out loud. Holding back tears as you looked to Rooster. His own heart breaking for you. “It was a routine training mission, Bob was there, he honestly should have been my back seater for this detachment but I didn’t want to fly with someone again. Didn’t want to be held accountable.” It wasn't an easy decision to give Bob up. He'd been the best back seater you’d ever flown with. But you couldn't do it again. Didn't want to do it again. Something about being responsible for another person in your cockpit made you feel weak, made you tremble in fear and that wasn't something you liked to admit. You didn't play well with others, but you’d easily tolerate Rober Floyd.

“Hangman pulled your file—“ Rooster interjected as you nodded softly in response. Your hand brushed and swollen. “That’s how he knew how to get to you?”

“He was supposed to be fine, it was just a bird strike he–he ejected into the water, ditched the jet—God there wasn’t a scratch on him.” Bob could hear your screams in his head still to this day. Having had to drag you kicking and screaming from the hospital the next day. “I told him I didn’t wanna leave him, said I’d sleep in the corner of the hospital room in one of those really uncomfortable chairs.” Scoffing you felt blood dripping from the cuts Hangman’s jaw had caused your knuckles. “He died of a brain haemorrhage, his helmet was faulty because he had a tendency to drop it.” You explained, your voice soft. Almost inaudible. “I left him and he died and I can’t take that back.”

“One, don’t drop your helmet, it could be the only thing that saves your goddamn life one day.” Rooster heard you repeat inside his head from yesterday. He didn’t realise it at the time but you were watching his back, not just being overly cautious. Not just being annoying.

“I won’t tolerate reckless behaviour in my classroom, or fraternisation in the workplace for that matter.” Pete reminded you and warned Rooster as your head hung low. “Get yourself together, cool off, and meet me and the rest of the crew down by the beach at five.”

“Sir?” Bob stopped Maverick before he left the room. “Chaos is one of the best pilots I’ve ever worked with, if you’re about to talk to the admirals? If they do decide to pull her? Please know that could be one of the worst things they could do for this mission's success.”

“Noted Lieutenant—“ Maverick smirked. “Noted.” Bob was hesitant to leave as you stood trying to compose yourself, Rooster having already made his way over to the small kitchenette to fish a handful of ice out of the freezer. Packing it into a clean cloth nearby.

“I got her.” Rooster softly assured the quiet weapons systems officer. Giving him the all clear to leave the room. Bob looked you up and down on final time. He’d heard alot about the man who liked to play tennis with your feelings, with your heart. Bob felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for you. Stepping closer to where Rooster stood. His balls suddenly in his throat.

“All due respect Rooster, if you even think about breaking her heart again—“ Bob paused for a moment as he looked at you over Rooster's shoulder. Now sitting on the nearest table. Legs hanging over the edge. “I’ll kill you.” It wasn’t like Bob to threaten people, but when it came to the people he cared about? He’d do just about anything.

“I wouldn't dream of it, Bob.” Rooster assured him, watching as he nodded– accepting the reality of the situation that was playing out. Leaving you two alone, Bob left the room, his stomach unsettled because you blame yourself too much for the things you couldn't control. Wishing for a moment he could take just an ounce of the weight you placed on your shoulders.

Standing in his place for a moment, Rooster sighed deeply before he made his way over to you, jumping up onto the table beside you with a small audible huff.

“It’s always the weapons systems officers who end up scaring the crap out of me.” Rooster chuckled as he came to sit beside you, his knee bumping yours he sat that close. Smirking, you took the makeshift ice pack Rooster handed over.

“Bob's good people, he really held me together there for a while.” Placing the ice pack over your knuckles as you let your head fall against Rooster’s shoulder. He didn't reply straight away, he simply smiled softly as the feeling of being so domestically close to you. Enjoying the simplicity of the interaction. Nothing ever seemed so simple with you anymore, that was mainly his own fault.

“I wish you would have told me.” Rooster broke the silence as he shoulder bumped yours. Your head lulling off his shoulder as you looked at him. “I would have been there in a heartbeat for you.”

“Please, you wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow, Bradshaw.” You spoke way too softly, Rooster hated seeing you like this. “I didn’t—I don’t.” You corrected yourself. “Wanna let you in again because I know when I do it’s gonna hurt like hell,, you leave me every time I let my guard down.”

“You know I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you do anyway.” You were quick to justify why you had become so closed off. “You do anyway Rooster and I tell myself every time that you don’t mean to but it doesn’t change the fact I’m left pulling myself together again after Hurricane Bradshaw leaves a trail of destruction.” Pushing yourself off the table you stood before Rooster. His hands instantly drawing you closer to him by your hips. Standing between his legs as he listened to you. His eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips.

“You're heartless, cruel, you take miles from inches Rooster and we never get to finish what we start.” Rooster took notice that whenever he was without you—birds didn’t sing. There was no joy, no one to come home to. Sure he had a fling with some girl called Lindsey in his brief stint in New York but he couldn't commit. Birds stopped singing whenever you weren’t in his life and perhaps that was just something he noticed. Something small you took with you each and every time along with his heart, his ability to love. But as you stood between his legs, his fingertips curled into your hips. The birds outside the window had a reason to sing again. Removing a hand from your hip to burst the hair that had fallen effortlessly across the side of your face behind your ear. Cupping your cheek as he noticed your eyes trailing down to his lips then back to his eyes. “You really really don’t wanna do this.” You mumbled, warning Rooster.

“Are you trying to convince yourself?” Rooster smirked as he pulled you down into him. His lips on yours in a hot, needy mess. Both his hands cupping your cheeks. His tongue dancing with yours as you gave him more access to deepen the kiss.

“I don’t know how to properly explain how I feel about you.” Rooster broke the kiss. Letting his forehead rest against yours. “I run because the way I feel about you scares the shit out of me, I’m scared to lose you so I push you away, I think if I push you that maybe it’ll hurt less.”

“What did I call you yesterday? You teased as your forehead fell against Roosters. His hands trailing down your body to fall against your ass. Keeping you close to him as you stood between his legs.

“You called me Dumb–”

“Yeah.” kissing Rooster was as addictive as adrenaline to an adrenaline junkie. It was also just as life threatening. “Seems pretty accurate.” Things were complicated to say the very least. On one hand? Rooster was home. He always was and always would be home. But like one of those disgruntled, abusive manipulative homes? The ones where you just love them too much to see how much damage they’re actually doing until it’s far too late. Yeah—that was Bradley Bradshaw. “You’re no good for me, Rooster.”

“I know—“ You were expecting Rooster to put up some sort of fight, give you some complicated argument that turned the tables back onto you. But he didn’t. Rooster simply pulled back, his forehand disappearing from yours so he could get a good look at you and everything that made you. “Believe me, I know.” It was the way he said it that had your heart melting. Apologetic, self aware. “I don’t bring much to the table, and trust me I know everything that’s ever happened with us has been a direct chain link reaction because of something I did—but.” As Rooster spoke, your fingers played gently with the buttons of his flight suit. Your eyes hooded on his chest. “But none of that, no matter how bad things have gotten? I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried.” Something inside the pit of your stomach dropped—not in at oh you were going to be sick kinda stomach drop. But in an oh fuck am I really gonna fall for this bullshit again? Kinda way. Had the handful of times you’d dated Bradley Bradshaw in the past really taught you nothing? Staring at Rooster his eyes begged, pleading with you to say something—anything.

“Perhaps, maybe—if you're willing to try again? I’d be willing as well?” It wasn’t a definitive statement, more so a lingering question. But nevertheless it sparked Roosters curiosity bringing his arms down again to scoop you forward and into him by your waist.

“Is that so?” He teased. Kissing you softly as he kissed him back. Lips melting almost perfectly together.

“Very slowly, at a snail’s pace.” You cooed as Rooster smirked back at you. Kissing you again only this time with more behind it. His tongue slowly ran across your bottom lip as he begged for entry. Wanting, no—needing more of you.

“Is this slow enough?” Rooster knew he was already approaching supersonic, but the way you stared at him? Biting your bottom lip as you chuckled and smirked wildly, was worth it.

“Slower.” You reminded him, your voice hiding whatever anxiety you were feeling in the pit of your stomach about feeling so vulnerable, so open. But whatever it was it all went away when Roosters lips were on your once again. Slowly, passionately. His hands cupping your cheeks as yours rested on his knees. Pushing yourself up an inch or two onto your toes.

“Okay, sure—what about now?” Pulling away breathless Roosted dared to ask you one more time, looking for any sign to slow down despite your obvious explication. All you could do was laugh at yourself, at how pathetic you felt in the palms of his hands. Safe, secure—in the most dangerous position of all.

“You’re becoming an occupational hazard Rooster.” Pushing away, you turned on your heels, sinking your teeth softly into your lip to once again stop yourself from smirking too wide. Too obviously smitten with the man of your dreams and your nightmares. “I’ll meet you at the Beach.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You got a hot date or something afterwards Bradshaw?” Mickey Garcia or as you’d known him by his call sign—Fanboy, teased a very sweaty, very shirtless, very ripped Rooster. You hadn’t really been able to take your eyes off him for the entire game of dogfight football. Rooster knew it too. He would deny it, but he’d been showing off just for you. Flexing his muscles, getting down and dirty. Wandering hands found their way to every part of you too—without shame, without a care. But now? He was flaunting his ego a little too much.

You had him right where you wanted him. Bending over in an attack position—ready to take off running down the beach the moment the whistle blew. You knew he was yours. “Wish someone would take me out!”

“What, on a date or with a sniper?” Rooster shouted back as he laughed, looking your way as you geared up to tackle Mickey.

“Surprise me!” Fanboy laughed, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose just as the whistle blew. Watching as you came sprinting his way. “Oh fuck—“ with a sudden clap of skin contacting skin and a subtly Oof, you and Mickey crashed to the wet sand below. Landing on top of him as the group whistled and cheered. “Jesus Christ, where did you come from!” Fanboy beamed as he let his head rest against the same, feeling you disappear from on top of him as you offered him a hand. Helping him up.

“You were too busy eyeing off Roosters abs, you may as well have had a giant red target on your chest.” Tapping his back softly, you walked side by side.

“Am I stepping on your toes Kazansky?” Fanboy cooed, knowing there was something between you and Rooster he could tease. “Don’t wanna share?”

“Unfortunately I’m not into polygamy, so no, Garcia—keep your eyes off what’s mine.” You could see Rooster out of the corner of your eye. He’d already fallen into the routine of just knowing where you were. Taking in the way you looked so effortlessly immaculate in your shorts, hidden by the cuff off the oversized shirt that adorned your body—deciding that Bob shouldn’t be the only person playing shirts.

“Ohh she’s claimed a camp. That’s cool that’s cool—I’ve still got my one and only.” Fanboy was pure. He was good people, the more time you spent getting to know the different TopGun pilots you knew they’d give anything to protect their own. Everyone except maybe Jake Seresin.

“Left or right?” You teased, questioning the back seater's personal preferences wondering if he’d respond. He did—way too proud.

“Right, but sometimes if I go in with the left it feels like—“ cutting Fanboy off with a groan you stopped him from going into too heavy detail.

“Okay—that’s enough, way too much information!” Laughing together as you reached down for the football, passing back to Mickey.

“So Bradshaw—“ Hangman cupped Rooster's exposed shoulder with his hand. The sun soaking into his skin. “How’s Chaos?” He wouldn’t normally ask, but his jaw still throbbed. “She packs a mean punch—“

“I wouldn’t wanna be the one on the receiving end, that's for sure.” Rooster stood with his arms crossed, watching you run around, laughing. “She’s okay—how’s the jaw?”

“Throb’s abit but nothing I can’t handle.” He wasn’t ready to admit it, but Jake felt bad for bringing up your file. Perhaps he’d crossed an unspoken line. But that would be a redemption arc for another day. “I do wanna know something though.” Hangman paused for a moment, watching you and Bob tag team. Racing up the straight of the beach as Hangman and Rooster stood off to the side—watching the chaos of dogfight football unfold. “I never took you for the eleventh man kinda vibe, always thought you were more of a paper rings person.” Frowning, Rooster turned to Hangman with a questioning brow. Annoyed.

“What are you going on about now?“ The irritation wasn’t very well hidden as Rooster spoke with Hangman. He still hadn’t really processed the tension he felt from the highly escalated training breakdown.

“You know, the eleventh man theory?” The silence could have been deafening as Hangman’s statement fell on deaf ears.

“No clue what you're talking about.”

“Right, well—say there’s a woman sitting around a table with ten men.” Hangman explained as he watched Roosters eyes trail you up and down the beach. “And all ten men are telling her how beautiful she is, how amazing she is. They’re buying her beers, sharing their food, just treating her like some goddess who’s walking the earth amongst us.” Rooster couldn’t help but to think, hell—he thought you were beautiful, a goddess in your own right. A powerful, respectable—independent Goddess. “Then, all of a sudden in walks the eleventh man.” Rooster turned his attention back to Hangman, his eyes off you reluctantly. “He takes one look at her, says, how you going—turns his back on her and turns all his attention back to his buddies.” Hangman let it sink in for a second before continuing his monologue that Rooster hadn’t remembered asking for. “That’s the guy she wants to be with, the eleventh man, not any of the ten men testing her well.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?” Rooster couldn’t help but to think this was coming off more an insult to his integrity than guidance.

“For some reason? Women don’t want nice, they don’t want real, they don’t wanna be treated well I mean—not a first and sometimes not ever. And I kinda get the vibe you’re a master at playing that role—the eleventh man.”

“And for some reason I really don’t trust your judge of character, all things considered.” Rooster left it at that as he walked your way, meeting you halfway up the beach as he flung his arm around your shoulders. Feeling your arm smack behind his midsection.

“So I was thinking, you, me—dinner, my place?” Rooster smirked as he tried tripping you up in the sand as you evaded his every attempt, countering his attacks.

“You and thinking are never good together.” Teasing you stopped in your tracks. “But what were you actually thinking?” The sun had turned golden and it made Rooster look oh so fine.

“I heard that Penny has a mean takeaway menu.” The invitation still in the air, for a moment Rooster genuinely believed you may turn his advancements down. “Just between two friends who need to catch up.” At his words you felt smitten, endlessly looped into a world where Bradley Bradshaw would forever have your heart.

“Okay, um—yeah I’ll have a shower and head over if you wanna order?” You agreed, kissing his cheek softly. The warmth the sun had gifted him radiating under your lips.

“Sure, sounds great.” Rooster replied as he felt helplessly into your web. Your touch? pure crack. Always had been always would be. His love language had always been physical.

“Rooster?” You cooed as you pulled away, squinting as the sun hit your face. Holding a hand up to shadow it. “Remember, slow.” Feeling the need to just remind him, because with how good he was looking? There was a slight chance you wouldn’t remind yourself later.

Rooster chuckled, noticing the way your eyes trailed down his body. Reaching out to tilt your chin up. Caught red handed as his ego skyrocketed.

“Slow and steady—got it.”

But things did not go slow and steady. Things got hot and things got very heavy very quickly the moment you stepped into Roosters small studio apartment. The short twenty minute drive off base had you pulling up to the Bradshaw residence. Unlike your first experience at TopGun, you’d been given the opportunity to either live on base in the Barracks or—in Fightertown. Rows of small studio townhouses lined the streets. You were lucky enough to have something a little more spacious. A two bedroom one bathroom. Rooster? He was very much living a Bachelor's dream. The studio townhouse was all he needed. One bed, one bedroom. Small living room with a kitchenette off to the side. But none of that really mattered. Because the second you stepped through the threshold of Bradley’s home? You were on him and he was most certainly on you.

There was a small pause when Rooster opened the door. Your eyes lingered on him as his travelled the extent of all that was you. If you were put on the stand and asked to swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you god you wouldn't be able to say who started it. Who exactly made the first move or who definitely made the first unholy move. But nevertheless it happened. As much as your brain was telling you to pull back, take it slow, don't dive head first into the deep end without learning how to swim first. Your lips melted with Roosters perfectly as he took you in his arms. Working to bring you further into his home as you shut the door blindly behind you.

“What happened to slow and steady?’ Rooster teased as he led you down the hall to his bedroom, your hands on the curves of your hips as you reached up to cup his face with one and and to hold the back of his head close to you with the other. Bumping into the wall as he reached behind him for his door handle. “This doesn't feel very slow and steady?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You mumbled into his mouth, eyes closed, headstrong. Rooster smirked against you–softly biting your bottom lip as he pulled you into his room. Spinning you around before kicking your feet out from under you. Standing to watch you fall back onto his bed before he followed you down. Hovering over you as he attacked the juncture of your neck with soft kisses. Peppering your skin with marks that would surely be visible come the morning.

“Yes ma'am–” You heard Rooster mumble as your hands wandered between you. Reaching for the waistband of his tracksuit pants. Slipping past the band of his boxer briefs, you found him. Hard, throbbing. Aching for some sort of relief. “Ohhh-fugh.” it was music to your ears. The way Rooster buried his face into the crook of your neck as you slowly but ever so surely worked him over. “Y/n–”

“Bradley–” Rooster found your lips again before he pulled himself away, standing to rid himself of his shit, his sweatpants. Almost as if you were trying to match his eagerness, you did the same, ridding yourself of your shirt, your pyjama shorts. Rooster stood before you as you kneeled in front of him on his bed, staring you down like a man who;d been touch starved and deprived of all human contact for weeks, months, years. “Like something you see?”

“Oh I love someone I see.” His words made your heart leap over the moon as he came down to kneel in front of you, his hands pulling you close to him by your hips as he leaned in to kiss you again. Slowly, passionalty, deeply. “So much, you have no idea.” Rooster felt your hands on his length once again, pumping him expertly as he let his forehead rest against yours. “Can't ever get enough of you.”

“You're just saying that so I don’t stop.” Teasingly, you moved your hand a little faster up and down the length of Bradleys shaft, your core dripping at the hitch in his voice as he moaned softly, trying to keep his cool as you made his head spin. All the blood in his body bumping through one body party.

“I'll say whatever you want me to say so long as you keep going.” You were high, looking down as you watched your hand glide up and down Rooster’s shaft. Deciding it just wasn’t enough. Taking charge as you pushed him down onto his back, watching with hungry eyes as Rooster crawled backwards up to where his pillows laid sprawled around. Perhaps sleep never came easy to him either, you caught yourself thinking for only the briefest of moments. Crawling after Bradley you sunk low between his exposed thighs, skin a little lighter where his shorts usually covered. More sensitive. Running your nails up and down the flesh that never saw enough attention, the hiss Rooster made in response orgasmic in and of itself. “Shit–!” before he had a chance to really do anything besides let his guard down, your mouth was expertly taking him. Inch by inch. Slowly working your tongue around his girth, eyes trained on him as you did so. Whatever you couldn't fit? Your hand was wrapped around, making sure every inch was accommodated for. “Oh my god, fucking christ–” reaching down to card his fingers into your hair, Rooster couldn’t help but to guide you down on him. His hips slightly bucking up whenever your mouth came down to take every inch on him. His entire world was spinning—the feeling of your mouth so warm and inviting around his shaft. The back of your throat against the tip of his cock. “Ohh—fuck baby you’re killing me.”

Baby. That was something Rooster hadn’t called you in a long time. Pausing, you sat up, pushing yourself back onto your knees as Rooster followed you desperately. His eyes had never been so dark. So lustful. So hungry. Laying you down as he sunk between your thighs, leaving a trail of soft and subtle kisses up the inner part of your thigh. His arms wrapping up and around your legs, his hands resting on your lower abdomen as his eyes asked you for permission to dive head first into his pandora’s box.

“Bet you still taste like candy—“ it could have been a throw back to the night you and Rooster had lost your virginity together. Or maybe to the hundreds of other times you’d have sex—still, it made you throb at the idea he craved the taste of you. Nothing could compare.

“Why don’t you stop doing so much talking and find out?” Within a second of your taunting tease, Rooster's mouth devoured you. Your elbows that were working to support you kicked into overdrive as Bradley’s Tongue lapped at your core, sending shockwaves of unimaginable pleasure throughout your entire body—from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. Wrapping your legs around his shoulders Bradley got deep, got messy. Sucking against your client as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. “Oh fuck—! Yes, yes yes Rooster just like that, ah fuck!”

“What’s my name?” Rooster pulled away as he quickly replaced his mouth with two of his thick digits, slipping easily past your folds. Invoking an all consuming moan of pleasure from the depth of your soul as you rolled your eyes. Throwing your head back as your elbows gave out. “Say it—“

“I’m not saying it!” You cried as Rooster curled his fingers into your velvet walls. Working the pad of his thumb around in small circles against your clit. He knew you were close by the way you were grilling his fingers. “Bradley—fuck, please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna let you cum until you say it at least once, like you mean it too.” Rooster was having the time of his life, watching you fight for your life as he worked you ever so perfectly towards your high. His fingers coated, his thumb cramping, crawling up slightly to hover over yiu, taking the hardened bud of your nippled between his teeth before sucking. Making a pop before he moved onto the next. “Say it Chaos—“

“I’m gonna cum!” You eyed him down with a slack jaw. Totally consumed. “Bradley—I’m gonna—“

“Say it and I’ll get you there.” You couldn’t hold it back, afraid Rooster would stop his motion you gripped his worst so he couldn’t pull away—leaving you unsatisfied. Looking him directly in the eyes you begged him, pleaded with him to keep going. You were so very close. “Say it baby—“

“Daddy—you’re daddy!” It hit you like a tsunami. The orgasm that Rooster coaxed you through with his fingers, with his touch, with his shit eating grin because he got you to say the one thing you swore on your life you’d never call him. “Ohhhh my god!” You couldn’t help it, your eyes rolled as you moaned and enjoyed the pleasure Rooster had given you.

“Your so fucking gorgeous.” Rooster whispered as he littered your neck with soft kisses. “So gorgeous Y/n.” Coming to you craved more, instantly needed to feel full. When Roosters lips finally made their way to yours, you took the chance to flip over—it was now you in charge. Straddling his waist as Rooster's length laid between your folds. Slick and warm. “My turn.” You smirked. Pulling Bradley’s hands up over his head. You knew in any other circumstance he’d fight you, wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of control. But you had him, he’d do anything you asked.

If anyone was going to know who fucked who? They were going to know you fucked Bradley Bradshaw—he didn’t fuck you.

Bucking his hips up, Rooster aided you as you guided yourself down his length. Taking him inch by inch as he stretched you out. The O sound you made had Roosters head spinning. Gripping your thumbs as you held his hands over his head, pressing him into the bed. Your mouth blinding searching for Bradley’s to muffle your moans. Grinding atop him as you took him entirely.

“Fuck—“ Rooster hissed into your mouth. His teeth crashing against your as you slowly slid up and down, up and down. Your nectar coating his coat so well it was nearly perfect the way he fit inside you. The tip of Rooster's cock kissed your cervix with passion every time you took him deep. Hip crashing with his. “Holy fuck—baby.” There is was again. That pet name. It gave you such an incentive to keep going, keep fucking him the way you knew he liked it.

“I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you Bradley.” You teased as you tried to bring him closer to his high. “Drip down my thighs—fill me to the brim.” If Rooster died tomorrow this was what his version of heaven would be like. His eyes rolled as he threw his head back, neck straining as he broke his hands out from underneath yours. Bringing them crashing to your hips as he bent his knees—planting his feet against the mattress as he fucked up into you. “Fuck!! Yes!! Bradley—!!” It was hard, nasty, desperate.

“I’m so fucking close—“ Rooster could feel his balls, how tight they were. He felt the load ready to release at the base of his shaft, pooling—ready for release. “Where do you want me to?”

“I don’t care, I’m covered.” You were taking regular birth control, although not one hundred percent effective against pregnancy you could always get your hands on a plan B. “Wherever you want, daddy.” It absolutely nailed you to say it, it wasn’t your vibe. But you knew Rooster loved it. “Cum for me baby.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—Fuckk—!!” Rooster groaned as he fucked you hard, his cock pulsing inside you as you felt the warm sensation of his load filling you. Dripping against your velvet walls. “Oh my god.” Stilling, Roosters tense muscles softened. Pulling you down to his chest as you both caught your breath, sweaty. “Jesus Christ—“

“That was not very slow and steady of us.” You listened to Rooster's heart beating as he held your head against his chest.

“Oh god no, we skipped like six thousand steps there.” Kissing your forehead Bradley laid his head back against his mattress. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The gentle sound of the shower running mixed with the alarming sound of Rooster’s phone going off on his bedside table had you jolting away. Stretching underneath the covers, you rolled over. An unknown number lighting up Roosters phone.

“Hey Roos—your phones ringing, unknown number!” You shouted.

“Uh, can you answer it?” Rooster’s voice carried itself out to where you’d laid in his bed. Still naked under the thin sheets as you sat. Yawning as you answered.

“Hello Bradley Bradshaw's phone.”

“Hi, who's this?” A woman’s voice rang through your ear as you frowned.

“Oh this is Lieutenant Kazansky, just answering Roo—“

“Well this is Lindsey, his girlfriend, can you get him to call me back? I had to get a new number, his number wasn’t working with my old one.” It just didn’t click at the time purely because you were stuck on the whole girlfriend thing. “Hello?”

“Sure, yeah uh—sure, I’ll um.” Rooster stepped back into his room with a towel strung low around his waist. Still dripping wet. Turning your head to face him you choked out your words as your jaw clenched.

Un fucking believable.

“I’ll get him to call you back, Lindsey.” Roosters eyes went wide as you dropped his ex-girlfriend's name. If that’s what he’d even call her. Racing towards you as you hung up the phone, throwing it down with a look Rooster never hoped to ever be on the receiving end of again. Scurrying off his bed.

“Y/n wait—“ Rooster watched as you bundled up your clothes, dressing yourself quickly. “It’s not what you think I swear—“ Reaching out as you shrugged him off. Snapping back at the only man you’d ever truly loved. The only person who you thought just maybe, giving one more chance to, wouldn't blow up in your face again. But oh boy did it. Bigger than ever before.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted, the agony evident and clear, utter heartbreak lacing every word. Hot tears streamed down your face as uncontrollable quivers made your lip to that unsteady quivering thing children did when they were upset. Only this felt primal, a natural instinct taking over– you needed to leave, get the fuck out of Bradley Bradshaws house, get away from him, remove yourself from his life once and for all. This had been nothing but a mistake you promised yourself you wouldn't make. Yet here you were. As you got dressed as quickly as you could you couldn't stop yourself from mumbling out the atrocity you felt like.

“The other fucking women Bradshaw!” Scoffing, you felt sick to your stomach. “Fuck you’ve made me feel like a lot of things but this? The other women!!” Your chest grew tighter and tighter with every breath you took.

“Y/n I’m serious this isn’t how it looks, I promise!” Rooster tried to explain but you just weren’t willing to listen. “I promised you, and I meant that.” There was a reason the number had come up as unknown. Rooster had been seeing this girl in New York on and off for a few months, nothing serious, super casual. Until one day he came home to find her half way through moving some of her stuff in. it was kind of a red flag he just wasn't willing to take the chance on. Calling it off as soon as he could, as polite as he could. It was needless to say things had been a little crazy there for a while. To the point where he had to block Lindsay on all his socials, his email, his phone.

Rooster should have known deep down that even if the hardest pill he could ever shallow was knowing you could find another him tomorrow, he could never find another you no matter how hard he tried.

“I knew– I goddamn knew I never should have let you in!!” Turning as Rooster followed you out of his room down his hallway. Heading towards the front door. “Don’t you ever talk to me again! Do you understand!”

“Just wait a second and let me explain!” Rooster really did try to make an effort to stop you leaving, stop you from getting away before he had the chance to explain. Reaching out for your wrist you smacked him away. Pointing a stirn finger his way as all the hurt, all the betrayal and anger you felt just poured out in waves. Completely consuming Rooster as it finally clicked.

You thought so little of him and his ability to actually love you that you generally thought he’d do this to you.

“So help me god Bradshaw I will break every bone in your hand if you touch me one more time.” It was the silence that hurt the most, Rooster’s inability to just say he didn't use you. Caught up in his own emotional turmoil at the realisation you must have had incredibly low expectations of him. “I never should have let you in.”

“You really think that low of me that I'd do this to you.” Rooster didn't pick his head up. His eyes never met yours as he stopped any and all attempts to not let you walk out of his house. Perhaps it was the best thing he could ever do for you? Let you believe he cared so little.

“Well I’d never treat me this shitty!” Your face grew hotter with every passing second, Rooster held his own tears back as he felt his heart shattering. For once? He felt an ounce of the heartbreak he’d probably caused you ten times over. “You know something Bradshaw?” There it was again, that sting of his last name. Rooster realised it wasn’t what you said it was how you said it. You'd only use his last name to tease him, get a rise out of him—but you’d started using it to hurt him. “I never told anyone anything bad about you, sure! I told Bob about some guy I used to date who made promises to change but couldn’t pull the trigger and even if I was talking about you? I never—ever said your name!” Shoving at Roosters chest he never budged. “That so embarrassing Rooster, you were my everything!! You are my fucking everything but all you constantly do is make me sad!”

“If you would just stop and listen to me for one second Y/n I promise it’s not what you think.” His final attempt to get you to listen had you stepping back with every advance Rooster made.

“Please—“ Sobbing, you begged him. Pleaded with whatever love you had left for him. “Leave me alone.” Before you made your way out Roosters front door. Leaving him standing in the threshold watching you get into your rusted up Bronco. Roosted watched on as you ripped the chain from around your rear view mirror, pulling it with such force it snapped like every single heart string he had.

It wasn’t long before it landed discarded on his front lawn. Holding the towel that hung low on his hips, Rooster paddled over to where the now broken necklace he had gifted you all those years ago had landed. Picking it up before he walked back inside,

Placing it next to where his own half hung—

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fandomz-brainrot · 1 year

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Serial Savior (Stu Macher x Male Reader)

Lowkey a vent fic ngl 😭

TW: drugs (weed), panic attack, mentions of gore and murder, mom yells at reader :(

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The killing of Casey Becker had just been announced, and your mother couldn't be more over protective. As soon as it made the news, you were locked in your house. The school hadn't even shut down yet, and you were trapped. You sat on the couch as she searched your room, as for some reason she was suspecting YOU. Your clothes were strewn across the floor, all your little hiding spots ransacked. She marched down the stairs to where you had curled up. She shoved the items she was holding in to your face; a pack of cigarettes and a small bag of weed. Shit.

"What is this?!" She asked angrily, and you swore you could see a vein bulge in her forehead. "Why the hell do you have this kind of stuff in MY house! Do you want to end up like your father, hm?" She lectured. You clenched your teeth to try and control your fear and anger. You closed your eyes and gave her a weak shrug. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Go to your room." "But-" "NOW!"

And that's where you are now. Locked in your room. Trapped. You pressed your back against your bed frame and dragged your palms down your face with a groan. You looked around your destroyed room, upset by the mess but with no motivation to clean it up. And the words she said-- she made you sound like the devil for just having fun. It's not like you were hurting anyone; you just liked to smoke and have fun, that was all. Made life a little less boring...

...Well now the rest of your senior year is gonna be a total drag. And boring. Miserable, even. You let your head hit the frame with a soft thud, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as your breathing quickened.

Oh my god. She's going to lock you in here forever. You won't be able to see your friends, you'll fall behind on school, you probably won't even graduate this year, you're going to be so bored and so goddamn alone, but you're always alone, right? "Forever alone Y/n", that's what you say to yourself. God she's never going to trust you again, she hates you, everyone FUCKING HATES YOU-

Your longer-than-you-thought spiral was interrupted by a small tap on your window. You wiped a tear from your face with shaking hands and looked over at the alarm clock next to you, moving a clothing item that your mom had thrown out of the way so you could see the time; 2:00 a.m. Jesus Christ.

Two more thuds, slightly louder than the one before we're heard from the window again. What the hell could that be? Your thoughts start racing again as you shakily stand. You slowly walk closer, more taps and thuds being heard. You squeezed your eyes shut as you anxiously opened the window. It's going to be the killer, I swear he's going to get my attention and as soon as I open the window he's gonna stab and gut me just like Casey Becker and then my name will be on the news as everyone views my bloodied corpse--

"Why do you look so freaked out, man?"

Well that certainly wouldn't be the voice of the killer.

Your eyes shoot open as you stare down from your window. Standing below is none other than Stu Macher-- known for his unhinged personality and killer parties. Looks like you're safe after all...

You had known the guy since freshman year. You spent some time with Stu and Billy outside of school, occasionally going over to Stu's to watch horror movies with the two. You've even gone to a couple of parties, usually being the one to supply the booze and weed. Not to mention the small crush you've had on the guy since the year you met. What could you say, he was cute and goofy, so what more could you want?

So, you definitely felt safe with him. Didn't change the fact that he was apparently throwing pebbles at your window like some cheesy movie. At 2 in the morning.

You sighed in annoyance placed your face in your hands. "Stu, what the hell are you doing here?" You asked, your voice muffled by your hands as you drag them down your face.

"To rescue you from your prison, of course!" He said with a lopsided smile, rustling the handful of pebbles in his palm before dropping them. "Besides I needed to make sure you weren't gutted, ya know--" he clicked his tongue and made a slice gesture over his throat with his thumb "--throat to groin, insides on the outside, that kind of thing." He said, his smile never dropping.

You shut your eyes tight, pinching the bridge of your nose as your annoyance only grew. "Ew, man, gross, terrible visual." Stu's smile faltered, narrowing his eyes at you. Something about that made your hair stand on end. His gaze was more uncomfortable. "But I mean... you love all that cheesy horror movie gore, right? So what's the difference?" You looked at him with wide, uneasy eyes. His words didn't sit right with you. "That's... that's a lot different. That's a movie, man. This is real life. We KNEW her. Quite honestly it's terrifying." You said slowly, crossing your arms over your chest.

A look you can't describe crossed his face before quickly disappearing. He smiled at you again with a shrug. "Whatever man, just hurry up and get out here." He said, beckoning you with his hands. You leaned hesitantly out of the window, an eyebrow raised. "Is it really safe to go out this late? I mean... how do you know that I'm not the killer?" You said with a smirk. His grin only widened, and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I highly doubt that. Plus, no one will hurt us with me around, I'm too intimidating." He looked back at you while flexing his lanky arms.

You chuckled, shaking your head at him. "Yeah yeah whatever, just make sure to catch me when I jump out of here." You said, beginning to climb out the window. He held his thin arms out for you as you fell from the window. He stumbled as he caught you, your larger frame knocking the wind from him slightly as he nearly fell. The jump was far from graceful, but at least you didn't make too much noise or break your legs.

Stu tried to steady himself, since his thin frame wasn't well equipped to support yours. "Jesus Christ, just crush me while you're at it, huh?" He said sarcastically, earning another eyeroll from you. "Whatever, it's not my fault you're a literal twig."

"It's hidden strength, okay!"

You gave him a dead stare as you wrapped all of your fingers around his slender wrist. You couldn't quite tell in the dim lighting, but his face seemed to tint a dusty pink. "Get your hands offa me!" He whined, prying your hand off with a chuckle. "Just- get in the car before we get caught." He said with a grin as he dragged you off to where he had left his car. "Since when were you worried about that? Did I knock some common sense in to that little skull or something?" You teased as you ruffled his hair. He swatted your hand away with a quiet "shut up" coming from his lips.

You smiled fondly as he dragged you along. A couple houses down, in some random driveway, Stu had left his car. He opened the door for you with a dramatic bow. You got in with another roll of your eyes (If you had a dollar for every time you had done that tonight...)

"You're such a gentleman!" You said sarcastically. He gave you a playful wink as he got in on the driver's side. "I try, I try!" His tone was light, and the joy in it was infectious. You let yourself grin-- a genuine, full, happy smile-- and leaned back in the seat as Stu started the car.

You were free. Maybe only for a few hours, but still...

You were free.

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You had only been in the car for around 5 minutes, and it had been surprisingly peaceful. Stu had started playing his mixtape, and you were just... relaxed. Your eyes were closed as you just enjoyed the freedom, feeling the wind on your face and in your hair from the rolled down window.

Then Stu broke the silence.

"Sooo..." He started slowly, tapping his slender fingers against the wheel. "Why were you locked up there like a prisoner?" You sighed, not opening your eyes.

"Well, there was a double homicide on the news dingus."

"Yeah, I'm aware, but you were in there crying for a while--"

"Were you watching me?! Ew, dude, what the hell-"

"Well it would be kinda weird to interrupt you!"

"How long were you even out there man?"

His eyes widened slightly, as he glanced at you quickly before returning his eyes back to the road. He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile. "Uhhh... no comment?"

You looked at him with a face of playful disgust as you gently swatted his face. He glanced at you again with even wider eyes than before as he gently shoved you away. "If we crash, its not my fault."

You smiled at the brunette again, before leaning back once more. "Fine. If you HAVE to know..." you exhaled slowly, buzzing your lips as you stared at your feet. "My mom found my drugs... and she said a lot of really like... hurtful things... pretty scary..." you pursed your lips. Ugh, now the vibes feel ruined... You click your tongue, looking back at Stu. "So yeah, not very cool, BUT--!" You point at him with a lopsided smile. "Being here with you IS actually cool."

He chuckled, a small smile on his face. "Thanks for the flattery, really good for my ego!" His tongue poked out from his mouth, and despite the playful expression he showed, you saw his knuckles turn white as he put the steering wheel in a death grip. "But I do now have a personal issue with your mother." You let a small, amused "hmph".

You noticed where your knight in shining armor was pulling in, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh, why are you pulling in to a gas station, you don't need gas right now?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion. He parked, turning to face you with a huge grin. "Becauseeee I have a gift for you that'll make it all better, buddy!" he said enthusiastically. You crossed your arms, but couldn't fight the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Oh boy, what is it?" You say sarcastically, watching as Stu slings half of his body in to the back seat, rustling around for God knows what.

After a bit of searching, he pulls out two items with a proud "aha!" before presenting them to you; a glass bong and some weed that he had already grounded. "Now you can smoke again!" Stu announced with a wide grin.

You felt your lips tug in to a large, toothy smile. You looked back at him. It may seem stupid, but this meant a lot. This was how you coped, and he was willing to share his precious stash with you. And just you. It felt... personal. To you, this was peak intimacy.

"Dude... you- you don't have to, ya know?" You said, fingers brushing against the glass of the bong. Stu raised an eyebrow at you, already beginning to pack a bowl. "Uh, I want to though? I just wanna give you a good time man." He stated plainly, fishing a lighter out of his pocket when he was done. You leaned back in the seat, a content smile on your face.

Stu turned back to you, bowing dramatically the best he could in these cramped conditions before he presented the bong to you like it was a trophy. "First hit for you, my liege!" His words were laced with a shitty English accent. His eyes looked at you through his lashes, a huge toothy smile full of sharp canines gleaming up at you. His tongue poked from between his teeth, as he bit it to prevent himself from laughing at his own antics. He looked absolutely ridiculous. It was enticingly adorable.

You tilted your head at him, ruffling his short hazelnut colored hair. "Thank you, my knight." You replied, the same shitty accent coating your voice. You could've sworn his face darkened slightly as you took the bong and lighter from him.

You held out your fist to him, sparing a glance at the car's clock. It was 2:30, but it felt like the middle of the day, you just had so much energy and excitement. So much joy. You held out your fist to him, a smirk on your lips. "Cheers. This'll be the start to a great night, I'm sure." He bumped his against yours, letting your knuckles rest against his for a few moments as he met your eyes again. "Cheers, man."

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(Word count: 2212 words)

I'll prolly make a few more parts, I just wanted to get something out soon lmao

I had this idea rattling around in my brain for like ever and I just didn't know how to make it in to writing so sorry if it's bad :(

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joonggphilia · 6 months

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🖤🩶Haze🩶🖤

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Pairing: Dom Top Huening Kai x Bottom sub M!reader Genre: Smut Cw: Capnolagnia (smoking), cum-eating, degradation, rough sex, Spanking, breeding kink, mean Huening?!?!? A/n: This was requested by @mooncarvers-world

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You walked into your apartment, and immediately fell back, the wall of smoke practically slapping you in the face. Once your eyes and nose adjusted you walked in. Huening was smoking. He rarely did, but when he did, he was stressed. “Babe, what’s wrong?” You called, walking to where he sat on the couch. “Rough day?” You added. “Yeah, sorry for smoking up the place.” He sighed, puffing out another cloud despite the apology. “It’s fine…I actually don’t mind.” You muttered. To your surprise, Huening’s posture, attitude, and the goddamn cigarette was turning you on. He just looked so….hot. “Hey, I can help you with whatever you’re dealing with? Take some of that tension away, yeah?” You asked, dropping to your knees in front of him. “You really are a slut? Fine, suck me.” Huening barked. Your hands immediately flew to the zipper of his dress pants. “What happened at work today?” You asked, puppy dog eyes looking up at him from the floor. You were met with a cloud of smoke blown in your face. “Please, it doesn’t matter right now.” Huening sighed, pulling his erect cock from his boxers. Your gentle fingers made their way to his length, wrapping around the base and then slowly pumping. The paced motion made the taller groan. “I thought you were gonna blow me, slut. You wanted to help so bad, do what I asked.” He growled, placing his hand on the back of your neck. “Cmon, bitch boy. Open up.” You would’ve made a comment about his cruel words, but the way he took a hit of his nicotine made you weak in the knees. You wanted him to have his way with you. You came back to your senses and moved your attention back to huening’s cock. Your plush lips lightly kissed along his tip, teasing him with small fluttering movements, then wrapping around it. “I wasn’t gonna tell you this, but I missed your mouth around me. Don’t disappoint.” He mumbled, feeling your mouth take him in more. His words egged you on, more than half of his length already gone. Suddenly his hand pushed you down all the way, his tip moving to the back of your throat. “You sure know how to move your pretty mouth in more ways than one, slut.” He gasped. Huening Kai would never admit it, but he always came undone by just your mouth. The sounds you made as you attempted to fit his full length all at once, the way your lips swelled, and those eyes that looked up at him. Taunting him. You bobbed your head faster, feeling the man above you tense. “K-keep going M/n. You’re so good f-for me.” He grunted, feeling his release approach. “Swallow slut.” He slurred, shooting his load down your throat. You swallowed his cum, not wasting a drop. After recovering from his high, huening pulled you up from the floor and pulled you to the bedroom. He put out his cigarette and tossed you onto the bed, removing his shirt inhumanly fast. “I’m gonna make you a dad. Fill you with my kids.” Huening stated, flipping you onto your knees and pressing your face into the pillows beneath. You screamed as you felt a hand make contact with your ass. “Take me like a slut or you’ll have to count.” Huening cried, slapping your behind once more. “Yes sir! Please, fill me.” You begged, grinding back into his length. “God, you’re so needy.” He shoved two fingers into your hole, poking, prodding, and stretching it out. “Huening, please, just put it in.” You moaned, his fingers curling to hit a special spot. Wordlessly, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his dick. You screamed at the sudden change in size and pace. Your husband had no patience when it came to sex. He was like an animal. Thrust after thrust was enough for you to let out more of a squeak than a moan, don’t misunderstand, you loved when he had his way, but lord was he strong. “I’m so close, I bet you are too. You want my kids right, M/n? Let’s make a family.” Huening ranted, his thrusts hitting your prostate each time, bringing you closer to release. “F-faster, I-I’m soooo close” you managed, before cumming all over the sheets. He came after you, fucking his seed deeper. “Now, that was better than any cigarette.”

#smut #huening kai x male reader #top txt #Bttm male reader #bottom reader #txt x male reader #kpop x male reader #huening kai x reader

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theformerbastard · 7 months

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• I don't mean to sound like the little kid whinin' about how his sister crossed the imaginary line he drew in the backseat but why in the name of Zeus's butthole do people always seem to park right beside me when there are dozens of empty spots around?

• My customer the other day was so goddamn sweet. I won't bore you with the whole story but when I told her that Enterprise called to tell me they didn't have a car for me she was like "I am not leaving here until you have a car" and, sure enough, she stayed until she saw me get into a car. I wish I'd met her a different way. That's another downside to this job that I hadn't quite prepared myself for: I've met a few people that I've thought I hit it off with but it feels unprofessional/creepy to be like "I wanna be your friend!" So I just give em their keys and accept that I'll likely never see em again.

• Your disposition is more important than your position. Jimmy Carr brought that up more than once in an interview I listened to today. The whole interview gave me a lot to think about, but I especially loved that.

• I was kinda gettin' excited about wakin' up to flannel weather in the midwest but now I'm headin' to Phoenix where they haven't gotten word that it's Fall yet. Weak.

• I saw this dumb thing on instagram the other day that I've let occupy more of my thoughts than I care to admit. I keep tryin' to write it out but I can't quite get the words right. The gist is that I see fragile men moanin' about how men have become feminized but I'm not seein' it anywhere other than on social media. It's like these chicken shit pussies see a picture of Harry Styles in a dress and think that every guy but them dresses that way. I love nail polish and jewelry but I've found myself scalin' back because I don't like callin' too much attention to myself and everywhere *I* go, I see dudes in grunt style shirts with beards that would flip shit if their son wanted pink crocs.

I don't think I'm articulatin' my point as well as I would like. I'm just incredibly fascinated by how we all see this world very differently. I wonder how much of it is based on what we actually see vs. what we see in our phones.

#does that make ANY sense?#what is a horseshoe?#what does a horseshoe do?#are there any horse socks?#is anyone listening to me?

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thesandwichdaddy · 14 days

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Drumsticks

{Andrew/Rebecca-Whiplash}

(TW: substance use, smoking)

This is not proofread at all 😭. Rebecca is an original character. I will make more parts to this. Not really proud of this but ily 🫶🏻

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Rebecca’s first week at Shaffer was really disappointing to her. Still, though it wasn’t the best, she appreciated the small gym and tennis court they had. It seemed like there was no one who went to Shaffer, all the students being quiet and distant.

She did manage to make a friend, though, a small preppy girl at the tennis court who just hit the ball against the net by herself. So, Becca, being the nice person she was, offered to be her partner and even her friend. The girl was thrilled, and so they often played tennis together when Becca wasn’t drumming away, with Fletcher giving a new piece every week.

It was hard to keep up with, but she managed. She didn’t let the class consume her mind, not like Andrew. Andrew was quite the character for Becca. A tall, awkward boy who would die to be core drums was a constant battle for Becca. At first, they were too awkward to even talk or complain about who was playing that day. It was painfully awkward for Becca.

The first day Andrew was moved into Becca’s music class, afterwards Becca swore he had been following her a bit. She felt his eyes on her, glaring as she left for her dorm. Then, once she was on the tennis court with her friend, she noticed him walking past, his eyes meeting hers, and then quickly looking away.

A few weeks later, the arguments between her and Neiman became frequent. They were almost like children fighting over whose turn it was and who could get the attention of Fletcher more.

“What did I tell you about adjusting my goddamn seat?” Andrew said with a scowl, leaning down to push down the seat to the drums as they set up for the day. “It’s not my fault you're huge, dude. I can't even see past the drums when it’s like that."She retorted as she set her water bottle down next to her, sitting in the seat beside the music stand. “I’m not huge; you’re just small. And weak,” Andrew said as he sat, not bothering to give her a glance. Becca shook her head a bit, annoyed, as she just ignored him, grumbling under her breath. “And it isn’t your seat..." Andrew ignored it, practicing as he tried to drown out her presence beside him.

Most days were like this: constant bickering and insults being thrown left and right. But one particular day, it became worse—way worse. Fletcher made the decision to make Becca the core drummer, thus giving her the spot to perform at their upcoming concert. She was happy about this and pleasantly surprised. But not Andrew. His eyes burned holes into Becca as he glared her down. It was the breaking point for him. How could she just steal his place that he worked so hard for just like that? He despised her nonchalant attitude about it as well. She didn’t know how badly he wanted—no—needed to play. This was his life, his everything.

As Becca walked out of class, Andrew was quick to rush over, walking with her. “What the fuck was that?? What did you do??” He immediately questioned her, which earned a confused look from Becca as she kept walking. “What do you mean, ‘what did I do’? I fucking earned that spot; that’s what I did.” She retorted, not in the mood for his fits. Andrew harshly grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stop and look at him. “You had to have done something. He wouldn’t just replace me like that,” he said, his brows furrowed as he looked down at her. He was breathing hard and really worked up about this. Becca looked at him in disbelief, giving a slightly amused smile at this. “You sound crazy, Andrew. Just accept that I’m better than you.” She said, his large hand still on her shoulder, holding on tightly. This made Andrew even more pissed, his jaw tensing. “You’re not better than me. You know what? I bet you fucking opened your legs for him, didn’t you?” He said it harshly at her. Really, Andrew didn’t mean it, but he was too mad to stop himself now. Becca looked at him in disbelief, beyond anger, as she shoved his arm off her. “You are disgusting, Andrew.” She growled, going to walk again, but was stopped by Andrew once again turning her around, now with both of his hands tightly on her shoulders. “You haven’t earned shit, have you? You slut—“He was cut off by a harsh slap from Becca, making him back off and hold his face in slight shock from it. Becca looked at him in disbelief and anger. “Fuck you, Andrew.” She said that before going to leave, Andrew was just watching. The slap hurt, but in the best way possible for Andrew. He caught his breath. He didn’t actually mean what he said, but that slap was definitely deserved. For some reason, his focus now wasn’t so much on the drums as on Becca. He sighed, his face red from both the slap and his feelings. He had really messed himself up this time.

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It was weird after that—quiet. Andrew didn’t talk to Becca, and she didn’t talk to him either. She played and practiced while Andrew turned her pages. It would feel rewarding for her if she hadn’t felt bad about him not playing. She had to admit that it got to her.

Andrew was caught in his feelings, confused. While a big part of him was dealing with the disappointment of not playing, the other part couldn’t stop thinking about Becca. It wasn’t just envy this time; this was a crush. He scowled at that thought. How childish of him to have a crush, he thought. Now that he thought about it, the last crush he had was in high school, but even then, it was nothing more than the usual teenage boy hormones. This was different; this felt real. Too real. He was a mess.

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Becca was slacking. Her drumming became sloppy as her mind was ridden with the guilt of taking Andrew's place. He was a much better drummer; she knew that. Was this what she wanted? She didn’t think so. So here she was, standing outside of Fletcher’s office after class with her sticks in her hand, mentally preparing herself to talk to him.

She gave a soft knock, wincing as she did. She started to think that he didn’t hear until she heard a deep voice boom on the other side. “Come in.” And she did, nervously closing the door behind her. Fletcher looked at her with intrigue; his brows furrowed as he gestured for her to sit. Becca took a seat on the other side of his desk and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure how he’d take this, but she hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. “Mr. Fletcher, I was hoping you would reconsider who’s on the core drums for the concert.” She said, ripping off the bandaid and being straight forward. Fletcher put down whatever papers he was looking at and crossed his arms, leaning back as he looked at her and thought to himself.

“So did you feel bad about your boyfriend, or are you just pussying out?” Fletcher asked, obviously not pleased. Becca slightly winced at his answer, half expecting it. She ignored the boyfriend's comments at this point, being used to them. "No, uh," she sighed, not knowing how to put it. She sort of did feel bad for her boyfriend—no, Andrew. Becca looked at Fletcher, thinking. He waited with an impatient look on his face. Becca continued, “I think Andrew deserves this more than I do.” She said finally, earning an interested look from Fletcher. It was hard to decipher his emotions most of the time. It was odd to see him so interested, though. Becca was prepared for worse. It was almost like he had expected this, oddly enough.

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As promised, Andrew got the core drums again. When Fletcher said he had just changed his mind and wanted Andrew back, he looked to Fletcher with shock, feeling like he had found purpose again. Becca was thankful that Fletcher didn’t say anything about their talk. Andrew glanced at her briefly as the news was told, trying to get a read on her emotions. But he was met with nothing but a neutral expression on Becca’s face. He assumed she would be upset. Or maybe she was, but she was good at hiding it? Now he felt a bit bad. Just a little thought, it was nice to finally get a distraction from his feelings now that he had something to work on. Why was she so quiet? Did she hate him? Still, he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her.

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Andrew was going insane. The concert was tomorrow, and he couldn’t focus on anything. Andrew was pretty sure he was having a panic attack, and it was nearly in the middle of the night. He hated when these would happen. He was overwhelmed and more stressed than Elvis Presley. There was so much to think about—too much to think about. His mind didn’t stop, tormenting him with thoughts of the concert, his family, and Becca.

Andrew had to do something. He was pacing around his dorm like a tiger in a cage, his anxiety gnawing at him underneath his skin. He needed someone, his mom—god no, a friend. There was only one person he could think of, and that was to see Becca. It was late, and he had no idea how she even felt about him, but he needed this feeling to go away. Andrew thought he was the biggest creep for this, but he knew what dorm she stayed in because he happened to watch her walk in. He also happened to know that she played tennis on the court right next to her dorm. And he also happened to know that every morning she got a cream cheese bagel for breakfast at the campus cafe. God, maybe he did have a problem. Andrew prayed that she wouldn’t be asleep as he quickly stepped out of his dorm, marching over to hers, which was a whole building away. It gave Andrew time to think as he felt the warm air against his face. He was walking way too fast for anyone to think he was just taking a casual walk. His breaths were short and his chest felt tight as he walked, eventually making it to her dorm, where he repeated the door number a million times on the way there so he wouldn’t forget.

Andrew gave a knock, softer than a pounding but loud enough to come off urgent. Despite his prayers, Becca answered, obviously just having woken up. Her hair was so beautifully messy, and a baggy t-shirt almost covered the shorts she wore underneath it. He wondered if he had a shirt that size; maybe she needed one of his—he needed to stop. Becca looked at him with surprise, rubbing her eye a bit as she held the door open. “Andrew?” She asked, her voice a bit groggy. “Becca,” he said, looking at her as he breathed hard, trying to get out his words. “Please, can I come in?” He asked with a bit of desperation in his voice.

Becca knew something was off with Andrew, and she was worried. She nodded, opening the door as he came in, and she shut the door, looking at him. Andrew quickly looked around and then turned to her. His voice panicked as he started to feel that anxiety again. "Becca, I’m freaking out about tomorrow.” He said, his voice shaking a bit as he swallowed. It was mostly true, just that he left out the part where he also couldn’t stop thinking about her. Becca gave a slightly thoughtful look, still a bit surprised that he was here. The question of how he knew where she stayed didn’t seem to cross her mind just yet. She saw his desperation, feeling a bit sorry for him as she spoke. “You’re having a panic attack?” She asked, which Andrew thought about for a moment. “Yes.” He said it softly, his hands shaking. Becca motioned for him to sit next to her on the couch, and he did, looking forward as he focused on his shaky breath. As Becca woke up a bit more, she glanced at the clock across the room, which was reading 1:15 AM. This had to be really bad for him to be over at this time.

Becca thought about what she should do. She was never good at words, and comforting Andrew seemed like the most difficult task at the moment. Andrew sat there quietly, trying not to look at her beside him because he knew once he did, he’d crumble and try to latch onto her. He didn’t want to do that just yet; he wanted to try to have some sort of self-control for once in his life. With a sigh, Becca finally moved across the room to grab a small metal box, bringing it over. Andrew glanced over with confusion at it, and she opened it. “Have you ever smoked before?” Becca asked, moving the small grinder out of the way to pick a blunt. Andrew looked at her a bit apprehensive, surprised she even had this. “N-No, why are..." He trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. Andrew had always been a good boy, never finding the need for things like this. Maybe occasionally a drink, but he didn’t have a problem. “It helps me when I’m freaking out and can’t sleep.” She answered his question, looking at him. Her expression seemed much softer than before when she looked at him. She waited for him to verbally consent; she wasn’t going to pressure him into anything. She just wanted to help. He gave a nod, sitting up straight and looking at her. “Okay.”

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So here he was, his lungs slightly burning and his pupils blown out as he lay next to Becca on her humongous couch. “Becca?” Andrew's groggy voice spoke as he turned his head to see her, breaking the long silence between them. Becca met his gaze, her eyes red and slightly lidded. “Yeah?” Andrew swallowed hard, his nerves calmed way more than they had earlier. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly, studying her face. “For saying that stuff to you, and for taking the core drums.” Becca turned on her side to look at him, her head propped against her arm. He really did mean it, and he needed to get it off of his chest. He wanted to fix things between them funnily enough. Becca bit back on the urge to tell him that it was her decision to get him on core drums again, but she decided it would be nicer if she didn’t. “It’s okay, Andrew; don’t even worry about it.” She spoke softly, her eyes tracing his jawline. Relief washed over him as he stared into her eyes, calm and high. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve kissed her over and over right there and run his hands over her skin for hours, but he didn’t. “You’re still in your clothes from this morning.” Becca said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Andrew snapped out of his trance, barely hearing her. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He said with a slight smile, looking down at his wrinkled dress shirt and slacks.

There was another silence between them as Andrew looked up at the ceiling, his breaths slowing as his body finally calmed. He was tired, not wanting to worry about anything at the moment. Becca was still observing him, moving her hand to brush his hair slightly out of his face. “You’ll do great tomorrow, Andrew; don’t stress.” She whispered to him, meaning it. Andrews jaw tensed, his breathing starting to become hard as he refused to look at her. One look, and he’d break into tears. He knew it. Becca noticed this, moving closer with a soft look on her face. “Andrew,” she whispered. He shook, a small, painful whimper escaping him as he finally took a breath after holding his breath to stay quiet, something he learned from his childhood. “Hey.” She said, reaching to touch his shoulder just before Andrew sat up sharply. “No.” He said, pained and surprisingly stern. Becca sat up, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, Andrew?” She asked, looking at him as he hunched over and shook slightly. He shook his head, refusing to let his tears fall as he silently panicked. This was the worst thing ever for him; he didn’t want to cry in front of anybody, especially Becca.

He couldn’t speak, his throat and lungs burning from both holding his breath and holding his tears. He ruined the moment. He ruined everything. He should just go. Becca was silent, standing once he did, and she tried approaching again just for Andrew to hold out a hand to stop her. “N-no, please don't..." He said, making it to the door. Becca was beyond confused; a million questions were going through her head. Did she do something wrong? “I’ll see you tomorrow, Becca.” He says, not wanting to face her as he leaves, closing the door. Becca was left silent, looking at the door. She was really worried.

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Andrew made it to his dorm, immediately going to his bed as he covered his face, finally letting out the cry he needed. He felt pathetic. He hated comfort. He needed comfort. He wanted to stay away from Becca. He longed for Becca. He hated this. He hated his stupid parents and the stupid trauma that made him this way. He wanted so badly for Becca to forgive him and his ways.

He eventually fell asleep, his tear-stained face buried in the pillow that he tightly clutched. He just hoped he was ready tomorrow and that Becca didn’t hate him.

#whiplash #original character #whiplash x reader #andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman

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he was sitting with his legs stretched out. he smiled at me and said, "come, sit here" gesturing towards his lap. blood rushed fast in my cheeks. i looked away but i knew he had a big grin on his face. i was still not looking at his face when he stood up and said, "i think my sister is calling me." he made his way to the edge of the terrace and peered down but apparently nobody was there so he came back. instead of sitting back in his place, he came up behind me and held my boobs. i gasped. deep down, i knew he was pretending that he heard his sister calling. he stood up because he wanted to this. his lips were touching my cheek when he whispered, "you're not flat, after all." oh, that was when i melted. he's been calling every girl flat since i've known him. no matter what, he never says otherwise. i felt like i had a new position in his heart.

i was enjoying his touch when he suddenly pulled back. i was disappointed. i turned back to look at him, a question in my eyes. he went to a corner of the terrace and sat down, leaning against the wall, again his legs out stretched and he beckoned me to join him. i don't why, i was still shy. i went over to him but remained standing. then suddenly, i saw my neighbor standing on the terrace of my apartment (which is right next to his) so immediately i ducked down. he raised his eyebrows and i said, "that aunty knows my mum." he smirked. gods, he smirked and i am a sucker for his smirk. he asked me again to sit on his lap and i didn't want to disappoint him. so i crawled over to him, with my shirt hanging low to show a bit of my cleavage. that was intentional.

i crawled over and hugged him, my head resting on his chest. i wrapped my arms around his back and breathed in his scent. he smelled good, too. i wanted to hug him for ages and finally i got the chance. he rested his hand on my back and occasionally he patted. another thing i noticed was that he didn't just grab my ass like most of the guys would to any girl if they had the chance. at that moment, i fell more in love with him. he has that affect on me. after a while, he asked me to sit up, but i didn't want to. if the world let me, i would've stayed in his arms forever. i squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. i knew he had something planned so reluctantly, i sat up.

he asked me to turn over, which i gladly did. my back was resting against his chest when he slipped his hands under my shirt. i took a sharp breath. his hands moved up and up and he was squeezing my boobs and then he took hold of my nipples. ah, the feel. then his lips were touching my ears when he whispered, "you want fingering, don't you?" and i don't know what got into my goddamn head, i whispered no. i was an idiot. he said, "yeah, you want it." and i shook my head no again. then his lips were on my neck and he kissed me there. oh so good. he sucked and i closed my eyes. enjoying the feel. his face was at my cheek when he whispered again, "say yes. say you want it" and he pinched down my nipple and i moaned out a yes.

that was all he needed. his left hand was still on my boob but his right hand travelled down to my pants. his palm slipped under my pants and my underwear and before i could react his finger was inside me. i moaned out his name. my hands flew up to his hair. gods, his hair was so silky. he started moving his finger in and out and i started whimpering. my hands were lost somewhere in his hair. he whispered, "gods, you're so wet" and i smiled though he probably didn't see it. i wanted to say, "yeah, only for you" but i seemed to forget how to speak. he was still exploring when he hit that spot. i moaned out his name and pulled his hair so hard, he was probably hurting. he whispered, "found your weak spot" and i could hear the smile on his face. he started moving his finger faster, hitting my weak spot continuously and his left hand was pinching down on my nipple. so hard. i was a whimpering mess in his arms. i moaned out his name for like a million times and he whispered "yeah, that's right. call out my name." when i didn't, he moved his finger so hard, i moaned his name. his lips were on my cheek when he said, "good girl." and i melted there. again. then he put his index finger of his left hand in my mouth and for i moment i didn't do anything. then i realized he wanted me to suck it so i did. i recalled the moment, months ago, when i was in my too-horny mode, i told him my imaginary scenarios and one of it included me sucking his finger and i wondered if he remembered that too and that's why he was doing this. after a while, he removed his finger from inside of me and also the other finger from my mouth and we just stayed there for a while. i was breathing hard. i checked down my watch. we were up on his terrace for almost 1 and half hour. he said "we should probably go". i nodded, too exhausted to speak. i stood up. my feet felt wobbly. he said, "you go first. i'll come down in a while. if we go together, they'll probably doubt" and i nodded again and headed back downstairs. i still blush at the memory.

#fictional non-fiction #18+ i guess?#smut is there

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Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #22: “Chan” | August 4, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E02

Hot off the heels of what I maintain is the single worst episode of Awesome Show comes “Chan”, which I maintain is one of their best. Solid humor throughout, and the slighter bits are propped up by the stronger things in the show. THIS is Tim & Eric, baby!

Chan is named after one of the running bits in the episode that kicks off with the cold open, which announces that Channel 5 is celebrating “100 Years of Jackie Chan”. The way they do this is by having sketch characters as well as their cadre of weirdo outsiders deliver stilted and awkward compliments to the camera as if addressing Chan himself. This is capped off with Jan Skyler admitting “and I think you’re cute” while Wayne who acts performatively miffed. I quote that line, which sorta requires performing it just like Jan, on a regular basis. It is sickening.

A lot of the Chan testimonial lines are strong, but towards the end of the episode they show Richard Dunn who delivers maybe my favorite line of the episode: “If I had another father I would love to have you my father cuz I love the way you’d make me grow up!” The concept of having an old man ask a younger old man to be his father, the garbled delivery, the nonsense sentiment of loving the way someone hypothetically “making” you grow up... hell, the little graphical flourish of having Dunn’s face roll away in a CGI coin for no reason make this moment so goddamn sublime.

There’s a memorable commercial starring the Tiny Hat crew (right? I’m sorta shooting from my hip on this one and don’t feel like looking it up). They play a board game called “It’s Not Jackie Chan”. The idea is that Jackie Chan permeates the average American’s thoughts to such a degree that accidentally answering Jackie Chan in a game where the answer is never Jackie Chan is inevitable, just like death and being dead. The commercial ends with a great gag where one of the players slams the “wrong” buzzer and won’t let go of it, eventually staring down the camera as his cheery advertising smile fades into a frown. This one hits, big time.

Zit talk is maybe the weak link here, but only because of how simple and small in scale the whole thing is; it’s just Tim and Eric talking about dealing with zits, showing stills that purport to show their actual zits that wound up appearing on camera. This seems pretty improvised, and it’s funny enough. One of the stills is from either shooting the Tom Goes to the Mayor sketch from season two or from one of the deleted segments from said sketch. I was curious, and actually looked at that sketch on streaming, and the particular shot they showed the still of doesn’t seem to be in the finished episode. Eric does indeed have a small spot like in the still, but it’s much less pronounced in the video footage I saw, so either makeup or photoshop was involved in the discrepancy.

Quilting with Will is pretty good, too. I think this is a better sketch than the Lazy Horse mattress sketch. Will is good at visceral intensity while becoming unhinged. At its weakest, you just feel like Will is simply doing the thing he does. But there are some really inspired moments in this, like the insert shot of him pretending to lay in his coffin. The weak link of the sketch might be the older woman, Lynette, whose attempts to improv thwart the very funny things Forte is saying. In a lot of shots, you can hear little wisps of her dialogue clipped off, meaning they had to cut around her lines with very close edits. She says “TMI” at one point. Bad instincts, Lynette. This sketch has quite a bit in the deleted scenes on the DVD, and they are worth watching. I wish they deleted Zits to make this one longer.

Steve Mahanahan’s commercial (or perhaps it’s an instructional video) for getting the most out of your child clown rental is really wonderful and unsettlingly creepy. The concept of child clowns, and the way Steve Mahanahan treats them (it’s literally child abuse with a coat of cheery paint slapped on it) was more digestible in the earlier sketches, but this one shows shot-on-degraded VHS footage of actual children dressed as clowns. It’s uncanny and uncomfortably real-seeming. So much so, that re-re Pizzagate believers (unlike me who believes in Pizzagate the CORRECT way) targeted Tim & Eric partially on the basis of this sketch. This targeting actually lead Tim to do an impromptu episode of his Office Hours show just to address this and try to explain the humor of it.

The proper Tim & Eric wraparound features Eric as the wealthy husband of a beautiful blonde sexpot played by Abbey Brooks, whom we saw in the Pizza Boy sketch from season one. Tim is a sleazy rat-tailed homewrecker who gleefully “bangs” her while Eric is away on driving business. Eric catches on and eventually disposes of his wife, puts on a blonde wig, and surprises Tim and kills him with a gun. These scenes are all punctuated by a soulful singer named Sire singing about “Sexual Romance”.

On paper, it’s fairly meager, and I can’t help but suspect Tim of just wanting to write a love scene with Abbey, even though his on-camera interactions with her are pretty tepid and above all else absurd and played for laughs. Censorship notes lead them to doing all kinds of things that only a little bit look like sex-having, which ultimately lead to a funny performance. The performances really do elevate this one, and I like when the Tim & Eric wraparounds are more like this and less “hosty”. I also think the end of the episode is one of Eric’s best moments, and it plays to his strengths with his naturalistic deadpan delivery. His face while shooting Tim is priceless, the final line is great because he's saying it. I also love the Silk-Stalkings-sounding end credits music.

During the Valentines’ Day Watchalong, Tim and Eric said of the sketch that they were trying to exploit the LA lifestyle for comedy, by renting tacky mansions that are mostly used for freaking pornos. Tim also mentioned that Sire (who is actually a pretty talented singer), went on tour with Tim & Eric, and that Tim had recently sold Sire some antiques, so they still keep in touch to some degree. Speaking of commerce, Eric’s dad apparently tried to buy the car used in the sketch.

I remember this season being a step down generally speaking, but this one’s as good as any of the good episodes from previous seasons. There’s one more all-timer coming up this season, but I’m rusty on the rest. Am I excited, or what.

MAIL BAG

You don't even like the title of the episode, "Blaster of Both Worms", I think it's kinda cute.

"and I think he's cute" lol. To be honest, I didn't even really consider the title and my feelings for it, and I don't know if I even really get it. The second worm = his peenie? Answer me at once. But, I guess I like it. It sounds cool!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric awesome show great job

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𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 starring 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹

what i wouldn't give to be in church this sunday / listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing / " god loves you, but not enough to save you " / so, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself / so i said fine, 'cause that's how my daddy raised me / if they strike once, then you just hit 'em twice as hard / but i always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me / so i just prayed, and i keep praying and praying and praying

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man recanting monster casts their eyes moonward. a howl reverberates through his bones ----- a ballad of longing encased in tender flesh. transformation’s siren song has waned with the moon, leaving only exhaustion and a gut-deep ache in it’s wake. but this ache ? it was fulfilling the bargain oliver had made as a child: a bargain where he’d fed himself to the beast bound in his blood and was gifted with teeth in return. and so it felt treasonous to blacken the name of the creature that clamored and clawed within him ; it had kept him safe when nothing else could ( and it only asked for one night a week.....how could anyone deny it that ? ) so in the end, when he was bloodied and broken and so goddamn vindictive that it’d put the wrath of god to shame, he wouldn’t blame the wolf. wouldn’t blame what he was ; they might be able to take everything else from him, but not that.

but what a shame it was their weakness was so easily exploitable, a universal truth known to any man or beast who’d strayed across their mythos. so when oliver heard the telltale THUD THUD THUD of a heartbeat ( steady as the executioner’s axe ) and the smell of pack but not wolf, he recoiled. curled into himself to protect the soft parts until metamorphosis hit and he’d emerge a stronger creature.....but he was no inconspicuous thing and the heartbeats were only ( multiplying. how many were there ? ) thundering closer. they sounded like war drums. they were here for him. two more breaths. a fleeting moment of peace. of the smell of pine and honey locust and wet dirt. oliver rose to his feet.

four vulture-eyed men met him halfway ( rip sinew from bone and eat. devour. swallow. choke down the liver and lungs and vomit out the bitter heart. he wouldn’t blame them for the waste ---- oliver couldn’t stomach the thing either ). “ now don’t get me wrong, i’s real happy to see y’all, but i ain’t really dressed for the occasion. “ clever tongue tasted teeth. wolf or no, the man hit hard enough that oliver could see the sun. but what was a little more blood to stain his skin ? a broken nose amongst shattered bones ? he swung back, eyes aglow. heard a crunch ( eye for an eye , god said.....right ? or was that his daddy ? some days they had felt like the same thing. ). the victory was short-lived. a pinprick. BURNING BURNING BURNING BURNING. his blood was set aflame. his mind a blinding white. he was boiling from the inside out ----- he had to be.....his viscera a boiling blistering pool that would char his bones. sense left him. he clawed and clawed trying to get it out.

a whistle. “ well shit.....guess faith wasn’t kiddin’ when she said her little wolfsbane brew packed a punch. god help the sorry son of a bitch who catches her in a right mood. “ words weren’t registering. nothing was registering. there was only white-hot pain, acute and building. growing like it hadn’t reached the apex yet. like that red hot flame behind his eyes was going to turn blue and burn and burn ----- reduce him to dust on the spot....and all he could do was claw and pray that his blunt ( painfully human ) little nails would rip through skin, split him open at the seams, and let some of it out. that as blood gushed, the flames would follow.

“ sorry son of a bitch’s gonna be you, you keep circlin’ ‘round all those pointed hints she’s been throwin’ your way. girl’s hearin’ weddin’ bells, wayon. either you tie her down or she gonna tie you up. “ wayon snorted. kicked oliver onto his stomach with the toe of his boot. straddled him as he wrenched his hands behind his back. he held tight to them, tight enough that oliver would’ve been fifteen different shades of black and blue if he were any ordinary man. if he was an ordinary man, maybe he wouldn’t be on fucking fire.

“ don’t you worry ‘bout me. i ain’t stupid enough to play fast and loose with no witch. i’m just givin’ it time. enjoyin’ my freedom while i can, y’know ? “ wayon made a loose gesture to one of the others. took the ropes with an easy grin. “ -’sides, she knows she gonna get what she wants. she always does. “ ropes were corded tight around his wrists ----- more wolfsbane. the sound that left his throat was animal ( what he wouldn’t give to be the coyote stuck in the bear trap. gnaw off the paw and cut your losses. live to fight another day or limp off and die with dignity ). the skin on his wrists bubbled and blistered ; fighting it only made it worse, made the ropes cut deeper.

when wayon ( the man had been one of his mama’s friends. had come ‘round and ate at their table. sang ‘ the gambler ‘ steady and low when he chopped vegetables. had rough, sun-warmed skin that flushed red whenever one the grannies got their jollies getting fresh with him ) came at him with the gag, he fought back. thrashed and bit and writhed because god willing, he wouldn’t know what wolfsbane tasted like. not when it did this to him when he touched it. god must not have been listening. a fist knotted in his hair and yanked his head back while the other forced the rag in none too gently. he couldn’t tell if it was spit or blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. probably both. he could taste the acrid blend of blood and wolfsbane creeping down his throat. settling in his stomach and making him nauseous ----- more nauseous.

“ raleigh gonna be here soon. “

raleigh was coming. resignation set in, quieting the panic in his mind. he’d once wondered how izzy’s mama could just go quiet like that ( his own had always been a raging, spitting thing ) but he was beginning to understand. the weight of reality was crushing. fragmenting. like cement sticking him to the bottom of a pool. when you couldn’t fight it, what was left ? he was going to die. because it wasn’t that raleigh was a bad man, but he was an efficient one ---- methodical and brutal in a way that oliver had always admired ---- and even more than that, he’d always been real sweet on eve.

his daddy once said ‘ we get what we deserve. ‘ then oliver had killed him and he had never agreed more. a strong man snuffed out like a flame. crumpled in on, himself like a butterfly with a torn wing. lord, did it feel good. so really, if he were raleigh, maybe he would’ve done the same thing.

“ gimme that, i got an idea. “

the knife didn’t cut so much as carve ---- sawed through skin, fascia, and muscle and gouged. fingers grappled helplessly at the mud. tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. he drooled blood and spit. the pretty little chunk of flesh that housed his crescent mark now lay beside him. he stared at it. an ugly, heaving sob. that was it. the last tie to his pack. the last thing that marked him as being unabashedly and undeniably crescent. his thought became fractal, his heart a jigsaw puzzle. in the end, this is what he’s reduced to: trembling hands ; a beaten dog ; judas with a twang ; the bastard son is a pariah from birth.

is that how nick and aiden would remember him ?

scarlett ?

jackson ?

isaac ?

he wasn’t sure what he had expected raleigh to look like. vicious ? vindicated ? violent ? but instead, the set of his face was bone-tired. like world-weary atlas or jesus at the cross: a man shouldering the weight of the world. resigned to it. silence reigned. through tears and blood and spit, they stared at one another. raleigh bit out a “ leave “ gravelly and unforgiving and the other four left. he yanked the gag down, hissing as it burned.

“ look at me. “

his voice was deceptively soft. oliver didn’t listen. squeezed his eyes shut. and craned his head. he didn’t want to do this. didn't see the point in drawing things out when they both damn well knew what was going to happen. raleigh backhanded him. held him tight by the hair. “ look at me. “ begrudgingly, he obeyed. met eyes as cold and distant as the stars. “ eve was a good girl. she didn’t deserve that. “ raleigh paused. “ -but you know that, don’t you ? “ met with the opportunity to speak again, words failed him. his honey-trap mouth had nothing to say. “ did you look her in the eye when you killed her ? “

he hadn’t. had pressed the pillow tight against her face and thought up excuses. was too far down the road of good intentions to let sentimentality get in his way. if he cried, it was far away from that goddamn shack. if he ever questioned it, it was never aloud. but eve had gotten the last laugh in the end, hadn’t she ? she said the pack would kill him for it and they were going to. “ -jackson “ he started.

“ -by the time jackson or isaac or anyone else comes lookin’ for you, you’ll be long dead, boy. you and i both know they got better things to do than deal with you. “ a shuddering breath. oliver had nothing else. no bargaining chips or half-assed explanations. the only thing keeping him safe ( that had ever kept him safe ) was dropping a few names at the right time. but now he’d been dropped. had torched every last bridge with a pyromaniac’s eye. how long would it take before anyone noticed he was gone ? would they care enough to look ? did he deserve it ?

“ look at me. “

ollie did.

hands clasped tight around his neck. nails bit through the skin, leaving little crescent moons in their wake. he could feel the blood rushing, blue and purple rings waiting to blossom into a necklace.

they kept their eyes on one another.

oliver felt lightheaded.

“ sorry. “

raleigh smiled. “ i know. “

the bugs would find oliver’s body before jackson and isaac did.

#violence tw #gore tw #torture tw #mutilation tw #death tw #abuse tw #choking tw #murder tw #&. one continuous howl by now. a being made of raw sounds ----- oliver #sp

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s27hey-its-renee · 2 years

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Reader X Cassidy based on prompt Pt 2

TW: hints at blood, violence, swearing

Prompt: seeing each other get shot in unison

-Takes place before fall of OW/BW

"Behind you!" we shouted at each other.

The sound of two firearms going off and the sight of each other in front of them made their hearts sink.

Wide eyes and looks of terror were exchanged with each other as a dark spot began to grow from each of them.

"It's okay! You're gonna be fine!" she said as she took a step forward, only for her vision to blur from tears.

"You mean we'll be fine. Just come to me," he said as he slowly walked toward her.

"Fire on my signal," one of the several soldiers said.

The two finally reached each other and held onto each other's shoulders for support.

"Are you okay? What am I saying, you got shot."

"So did you, but let's not worry about that right now," he replied as he placed a hand to the back of her head. The other, now on the small of her back.

She wrapped her arms around his torso as the tears rolled down your face.

Both of their knees were getting weak so they let themselves decline slowly.

The coldness of the asphalt below them made her shiver.

"I don't know how much time we've got left, so I need to tell you something," he said.

"So do I. You go first."

His grip tightened ever so slightly.

"I love you. I love you so much it's been killin' me for hiding it for so long. When you called my name for the first time and I really saw you, I knew. God I just knew right then and there that'd everything about you was gonna drive me crazy in the best way possible. Being friends with you was so easy with that personality of yours and talkin' to you was the best part of my day cause you've got the prettiest voice. When I heard you sing for the first time, it entranced me. I'd rather listen to you sing for hours on end rather than listen to my favorite song. Every time the light hits your eyes just right they take me to a forest, filled with rich greens and browns. What I'd do to get lost in them and never be found. You're the best goddamn thing that's ever happened to me and I'm glad neither of us died before I was able to tell you this."

She smiled and pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"Huh.... I don't blame you for not telling me this whole time because I haven't told you this either; I love you too. You wanna know the real reason I came here? What my motivation was? It was you, always was. I can't count how many times I'd daydream about you or us. The numerous scenarios I'd create in my head of us dancing or going on missions together and other things. When you saved me that day and I saw you for the first time, I fell even harder for you, and I didn't even think it was possible. I feel the same way about becoming friends with you and how eager I was to talk to you every day just because it was with you. I pictured a life together with you and every time I did, I felt a smile on my face. I wouldn't be alive here if it wasn't for you and I can't wait to see you again in the afterlife. Without you, I wouldn't be whole because you're my goddamn everything."

He smiled at her as tears rolled down his face, his hand now holding her cheek.

"I figured you felt the same way based on how you flirted with me."

She let out a weak laugh.

"I could say the same about you."

Multiple, loud sounds came from beside them, making them jump. The soldiers were all dropping to the ground like flies.

They turned their heads and relief swept over them immediately.

"No way in hell am I letting two of my best agents die on me."

"Took you long enough. Never thought I'd be so happy to see you Reyes."

"Very funny, vaquero. Angela, Moira! Over here!"

"You two seem to be in need of aid," the Irish woman said as she and Dr. Ziegler rushed to their sides.

"Heroes never die," the blonde doctor said as her healing stream flowed towards the two. Moira's healing mist embraced them and the two could feel the pain subsiding.

"I know this is an inappropriate time, but finally you two admitted your feelings for each other!" Lena piped in as she zipped closer to the group.

"Now that I know we're not going to die, let's promise to not keep relationship-altering secrets from each other ever again," Y/n said as she looked Cole in the eyes.

"I swear on my life."

"Let's get you both back to base and get you patched up. We'll have a talk later about your previous exchange in words," Reyes said.

"Ooo, the dad and boyfriend talk. Good luck Cass!" Lena said as she and Angela helped them up.

"We're one hell of a pair of lucky bastards, Cole."

"We sure are darlin'. We sure are."

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campbluelake · 8 months

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On My Way | Eri | Epilogue

Enclosed inside a battered, slightly torn envelope is a letter— thankfully untarnished in spite of the envelope’s worn exterior. The contents are written in large, clumsy handwriting, and included is a postcard of the Tokyo Tower.

Dear Max,

Told you I’d keep my promise, right?

Hopefully this letter didn’t take real long to get to you. I dunno how they get mail where it needs to go, especially if it’s gotta cross the ocean and shit. It took forever to get explain to the guy at the post office here your address was a legit place in America too. Maybe ‘cause it’s so rurel rural?

Anyway, I’m back in Japan for a bit! I planned on going back to Audie’s place after, but I figured I gotta at least see my parents after all this. So I’m gonna hang with them for awhile before going back to America.

Which I think was the right thing to do, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to do, you feel me?? I think I’m getting better at that— doing what I should, even if it’s hard.

My folks were a goddamn wreck when I saw them. And I guess even Sporto’s parents made a real fuss over us being missing?? I think he wants to cut them outta his life though, which is probably good. I mean, I’m pretty sure they’re finally warming up to me, but they’re still total assholes in general.

But he got to see my parents too, and my dad actually cried when he hugged us. Don’t tell anyone, but I started crying too.

Maybe it’s easier for you ‘cause your mom is literally the earth, but I think a lotta humans have rough relationships with their parents.

And siblings too, now that I think about it. My little sister Etsuko and me had a real long talk the night after I got back. Turns out she never hated me in the first place, and just wanted me to like her. Like, holy shit, right???

I think Sporto knew about this, ‘cause he got this knowing look when I told him what happened. That bastard… He’s an only child, so he doesn’t know how hard it can be. Especially when you’re the oldest!!

Wait, speaking of, do you got any siblings? If your mom is the earth, does that mean all trees are your siblings? And that’d make you one of the oldest, right? So maybe you’ll get me.

Someday you gotta come to Japan and try our food. My dad insists on making mochi every new years, so maybe you can come for that?? And take a swing at it yourself!! Don’t worry about being weak either, ‘cause my dad’s a toothpick too. Usually I’m the one to haveta hit the mochi.

I never thought I’d say it, but I’m actually happy to be home. Fucked up, right?

I hope you and Sayacchi have settled into your new place, by the way. Lemme know if you see any cool animals around, yeah? And not Sayacchi’s porswaas porsaws poorswahs (spelling?) but like actual bears or deer or whatever.

I’ll write to ya again soon!! And feel free to write back too, okay?

Your friend,

Eri

The next envelope is sent from a different address— this one in America. On the envelope are the outline of mouse ears, which also show up on the letter paper themselves. Slipped in among the pages is a Polaroid photo of Eri and Audie wearing Mickey Mouse headbands, a costumed Pluto sandwiched between them.

Dear Max,

GREETINGS FROM DISNEY WORLD!!!

Fuck, I’ve always wanted to say that!!! :)

Me and Audie just got back last week!! I’m up at her place now. Gonna crash with her for awhile and figure out what to do next with my life. Like, after graduating college or whatever.

I dunno if you’ve been to Disney yet, but you gotta make Sayacchi take you if not. It’s like, the pinnickel pinnicel pinnacle of human creativity and stuff!! Plus it’s a real good date spot too!

I’m super glad to be back with Audie, even if saying bye to my family was weirdly hard this time around. She has a real cute dog, and her best friend Nene is super nice. She taught me about plants, so I think you two would get along!

Shit, speaking of, I got super exciting news!!

I’M GONNA BE A MOM!!!

To a baby cactus!!!

It’s my first time taking care of something that ain’t a Tanagotchi, but Nene gave me a lotta info, so I’m gonna raise this cactus to be the most badass little guy around!!!

Audie is real excited too, as the co-mom! But maybe that’s ‘cause she likes seeing me excited?? I dunno…

Love is weird, huh?

Like, I know a lotta fucked up shit happened at camp, but I’m happy so much good came outta it too. Kinda like life, now that I think about it…

Man, I’m getting real deep, aren’t I??

Speaking of good, have you heard from any of the others lately? I try to keep in contact with them, but it’s hard when we’re scattered all over, yeah?

Though between you and me, I kinda wanna throw a reunion.

Do you think that’d be a good idea?? I know there’s some bad blood between people, but nothing they couldn’t work past, right? Or at the very least, set aside so we can have a cookout. I wanna have a BBQ next summer!!!

Lemme know what you think, okay?

Your pal,

Eri

The last letter to have arrived is tucked away inside a manilla envelope.

Also inside are several photos this time— multiple of a small cactus in a pot (each labeled ‘JERRY’ on the back), a photo of Audie playing guitar (labeled ‘isn’t she pretty???’), one of Eri playing piano (labeled ‘she found out I took a photo and got me back :(‘), one of Kyousuke and Niko dozing off together (‘loverboys <3’), and one of Eri and Kyousuke posing together in front of a grove of trees (‘saw some trees and thought of you!!’).

Additionally, something else is in the envelope— a Tamagotchi, still in its packaging. Taped to it is a note reading, ‘SEE LETTER!!’

Dear Max,

Long time no see!!!

Or uh… long time no write!!!

Sorry about that! I know it’s been a couple months already… I guess life happens real fast sometimes, you know?

Really, I bet you know even better than me, being immortal and all, huh?

But to make up for it, I included some of my favorite photos I’ve taken recently (plus one by Audie)!!! Someday we gotta meet up again so we can take photos together too, yeah??

I know we write to each other a lot, but I miss being with you in-person— or, uh, in-mothperson.

Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering about the Tamagotchi!

I dunno if your member, but me and Lyds and Suzy all got Tamas. And raising Jerry (that’s my cactus) got me thinking, “Hey, I bet Max would like a Tamagotchi.”

It’s another pinnical pinnacle of human creativity!! It’s a virtual pet you raise by pressing the buttons on the screen. I’m sure Sayacchi can help ya set it up if you need help getting started!!

Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to have pets, so I settled for Tamas. They live basically forever if you keep them alive too. Like even now, I still got Air Bud…!! I dunno if you remember him, but he’s my Tama. I kept him alive all through camp. Ain’t that cool??

So I figured it’d be a real neat thing for you to try!! Humans can be super creative, huh?

Anyway, lemme know how being a Tamagotchi parent goes!! And don’t feel bad if you fuck up the first few times— it can be hard!

But as long as you keep giving it your best shot, you’ll be okay!! :)

Thanks for always giving it your best shot in life too, yeah? I’m stoked we can be friends even now!

Huh… does that make me the Tama??

It’d be sick if I am! ‘Cause I know I’d be in good hands :)

Love ya, dude!!!

Your bestie,

Eri

P.S. Hopefully we can get that reunion planned out soon!!

#epilogue #eri #submission

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hannahsmusings · 11 months

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Jackson

*Jackson felt like his entire body had been set ablaze by the slight almost touch of your nose against his jaw, his jaw being so overly sensitive as it was, it being his weak spot but no one really knew that, not even his own fiance, so even the smallest of touches or brushes sent him reeling, these being the moments where he really felt how touch starved he was, his stomach swooping dramatically and intensely, the urge to pull you close and beg you to continue touching him was so fierce that he felt the words rising in his throat, felt his arms about to move on their own accord but before he could, you were moving away and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs* *he pulls himself together, shaking it off as he makes his way to the island, scoffing as you make fun of his poshness* It’s what I’m accustomed to. Can’t help it. *he gives you a lazy smirk, this being a version of himself that he didn’t know or recognize, not ever being the type for small chat and banter, not knowing he even had the capacity for it at all* Bossy. *he was about to pick up the knife before you were looking around and moving about the kitchen, watching you with an amused grin as you found what you were looking for but it was too high up, letting you struggle for just a long moment before coming up behind you and reaching the box effortlessly, him being quite a good height taller than you, that being something he never noticed before* *he could smell your shampoo from this angle, it hitting him like a goddamn freight train, it almost making him lightheaded* Here.. *he stares down at you as you turn, your back being almost against the counter, knowing if he just put stepped one step closer to you, your back would be pressed to it and he’d be right against you, he could imagine his hands coming up to your hips, almost able to feel the texture of your clothing just as he was thinking about it, his mouth feeling dry, like he hadn’t had a sip of water in days or weeks* A bit too small for my tall cabinets… *his voice was lower than he intended for it to be but his mouth and throat were so insanely dry, his mind basically screaming at him to just kiss you, it would be so damn simple, but also the most complicated thing in the entire world, his head and his heart raging war against one another and he did not know which one was going to win*

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*your smirk made me melt, your easy confidence making me weak in the knees and I completely understood why you commanded a boardroom so easily and why women looked at you everywhere you went, you were completely magnetising* *giggles as you call me bossy, shrugging playfully* I gotta be in charge sometimes. *grins, loving this easy playfulness between us at the moment, smiling to myself as I attempt to reach before I feel your presence behind me and you reach up easily, glancing up at you were towering over me, heart beginning to pound as I turn and fully realising the heigh difference between us, feeling myself just lean back against the counter as I admire you through hooded eyes, lashes fluttering a little with how overwhelmed I felt* *the tension between us was thick, my breathing was a little shallow as we both just look at each other, your words sounding low and rough and my stomach twisting as I’d never heard you speak like that before, it making my eyes drop to your lips without even thinking, only for a split second as I process your words and blink back up to looking at you in the eyes* T-Thanks..*murmurs a little breathlessly, just looking at you for a moment*

#hannah plot

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univsolmc · 1 year

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Verse:

I ain’t waiting on mine nah uh

Time to weed out whose weak and whose strong

who really makes noise whose just blowing they horn

orchestra conducted carefully constructed

with a conductor crazy enough to fuck with

the catalyst of new days coming, my speech sliver between the drum hits

year of the snake so it’s too easy to spot who pump fake

name dropping hoping that his name sake

will give him top billing or a decent placement

that’s when they placate him with

that your piece is on the way shit so just reamin patient and humble

Fuck that I fow troubled waters while the crowd waving

can you hear me now loud and clear

keep banging on them lunch room table

celebrating life cause it’s giving and taking

every time your eyes open and your head lifts from the pillow

just remember some didn’t get the chance others rest on cement floors,

that’s why kick up dust and rock hard for God,

made me in his image so it’s like I embody the spirit

Peace only come after the rah rah, somebody got this bitch knocked up

the baby ain’t mind but his hair curly like yours

and he got the same colored eyes quick to throw it on a nigga

when every bastartd looking for a father

this ain’t daddy day care you need to grow up and raise your own conscience

you best not step on my kicks right now my flow fresh as shit

off the press, ya’ll slacking ass suckas get tucked in neat

i don’t give a fuck who mc, who put bars together like a wizard

that dude aiin’t me. i boogie in my own lane,

you got it misconstrued like the phone game on the low

I’m just the man, standing next to the man,

standing next to the man, standing next to the man,

standing next to the man, standing next to Goddamn man

But I gotta plan

CREDITS

Produced by Dominick "Nottz Raw" Lamb

Written by Uni V. Sol

#univsolmc #bandcamp #rap #hip hop

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Bad Date

Request: Heyy can you do a Holland x Sister where she goes on a date but it ends up being bad and she has to ask Sam for help?

Sam Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Sam saves his sister from a crappy date.

Warnings: bad date, some fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N finishes applying her makeup and glances over her appearance to make sure she's oaky with it. She's wearing a dark blue sundress that ends a few inches above her knees. She has a purple cropped cardigan on and her heels are black. Her hair is half up half down and she curled it so it's in perfect ringlets unlike her crazed curls she usually has.

Y/N smiles, satisfied with the way she looks for the date tonight. She grabs her phone and purse and goes downstairs, finding her three older brothers down there.

"Hey, I'm going now." Y/N tells them.

"Going where?" Tom asks.

"On my date. I mentioned it earlier." Y/N says.

"He's not picking you up?" Tom asks.

"I told him I'd meet him there. I don't wanna be in a car with a guy I just met. Especially alone." Y/N says.

"Right. Yeah, no, that-- that's definitely a smart idea." Tom nods.

"Yeah. I know." Y/N says, lightly rolling her eyes.

"Just call one of us if you need anything." Sam tells her.

"Yeah. Harry and I are going to the pub, but we'll keep our phones on." Tom tells her and he kisses her cheek when he walks past her into the living room.

"Yeah, thanks. See you guys later." Y/N tells them and she leaves.

- - -

Y/N rests her head in her hand as she pretends to be interested in her date's story. This is the most dreadful date she's been on and all she wants to do is leave. Or bang her head against the table until she knocks herself out.

"Yo, homie, I gotta go hit the head. I'll be right back." The guy states.

"Take your time." Y/N gives him a fake smile.

"Maybe when I get back we could, uh... take this date to my place?" The guy suggestively asks, winking at her. Y/N fights every bone in her body to not show any disgust.

"Yeah, maybe." Y/N lets out a weak chuckle. The guy walks off to the restroom and Y/N shivers in disgust. "What the fuck was I thinking?" She whispers to herself.

Y/N quickly takes her phone out and clicks on the phone icon. She scrolls through her contacts until she finds Sam. She clicks on his number and holds her phone to her ear. It rings three times before he picks up.

"Hey. You good?" Sam's voice comes through the phone.

"Please dear God, for the love of everything, come get me." Y/N begs.

"Wow. Date that bad, huh?" Sam asks.

"I-- he's insufferable. He just tells the same boring story over and over. And when he isn't he's on his Goddamn phone. And now he expects me to go back to his place with him. I wanna stab myself with my fork."

"Please don't." Sam tells her.

"Can you just come get me? I will do anything, just please save me. The food is crappy, too. I'm starving." Y/N says.

"I'll be there in a bit. Then I'll call you pretending there's an emergency and you can run out to my car." Sam says and Y/N hears him grab his keys.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much. You are my favorite brother." Y/N says. She looks up, spotting her date walking back. "he's coming back, I gotta go. Hurry up." She whispers before hanging up before Sam can reply to any of her statements.

"So... we going to my place or not?" Her date asks.

"How about we, uh... we talk a little more?" Y/N suggests.

"Okay. Uh..." He thinks of anything to say before starting to ramble about something Y/N couldn't care less about.

After about 10 minutes, Y/N's phone rings and she sees it's Sam's contact. "Oh, sorry I should take this." She says, cutting her date off mid sentence. She presses the green button and puts the phone to her ear. "Hey, what's up?"

"Y/N, you gotta get home. Paddy broke his legs, it's insane. And Tom tried to cook so there's a fire and everything's just gone to shit!" Sam exclaims. He pretends to cry out in pain making his voice higher pitched to imitate his youngest brother.

"Okay, okay, uh, I'm... I'm on my way." Y/N says and she hangs up. "Sorry, uh... family emergency. I-- I should really go." She says, quickly getting up and collecting her things.

"Oh, cool, uh... we should do this another time." The guy says.

"Yeah. Yeah, uh, I'll... I'll be in touch." Y/N says, attempting to be polite. She rushes out, glancing around for Sam's car and once she finds it she rushes over. Sam sees her coming and unlocks the doors and she quickly gets in.

"Thank you." Y/N heaves in relief, sitting back in the seat.

"No problem." Sam says, quietly chuckling at her distressed state.

"Seriously, Sammy. I owe you. Whatever you want." Y/N states.

"You don't owe me. I'm your big brother, I'm here to save you from shitty dates. Or to scare guys off." Sam says, pulling out of the parking spot.

"Are you sure?" Y/N asks.

"I'm sure." Sam promises. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. He wasn't, like, creepy or anything. He was just... God, he was so bloody boring." Y/N declares and Sam chuckles at the disdain in her voice. "I'm surprised I'm still awake. Or alive." She quickly gets on her phone and blocks the guy's number, not even wanting to deal with him over text. She knows it's not the nicest move, but at the moment she couldn't care less.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asks once she realizes Sam is driving in the opposite direction of their house.

"You said you were hungry." Sam recalls.

"And? Don't we have food at home?" Y/N asks.

"True, but do you really want food at home?" Sam asks.

"I... I was going to." Y/N says, shrugging.

"Well, you should have at least a semi good time tonight." Sam says. She watches him pull into the parking lot of her favorite place to eat out. He parks the car and gets out. Before Y/N can open her door, Sam rushes over and opens it for her.

Y/N gives him a confused look as she steps out of the car. Sam shuts the door and locks the vehicle.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asks her brother.

"I am taking you on a decent date." Sam tells her. "To make up for your mind numbing one."

"You don't have to. I'm really okay with just going home and eating bagel bites or something." Y/N says.

"Okay, you said you owe me. I'm making you let me do this." Sam says.

"Thought you said I didn't owe you?" Y/N asks.

"Well, now you do. Stop being stubborn and let me show you how a guy should treat you." Sam says.

"Fine." Y/N gives him a small eye roll, though he does notice her lips quirk up in a tiny smile.

"Besides your favorite brother has to maintain favorite brother status." Sam says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"Mm. Favorite kind of annoying brother." Y/N says earning an offended look from Sam.

- - -

Sam and Y/N ate at her favorite place and talked about whatever came to mind, Sam making sure to open every door he could for her. They stopped at the store and Sam went in and got some junk food.

They got home and Y/N changed into her pajamas and took all her makeup off. She returns downstairs where Sam is with two pints of ice cream on the coffee table and he also changed into his pajamas.

The two put Y/N's movie of choice on and each enjoying their own pints of ice cream. Now, Y/N is fighting off sleep so she can finish the third movie they're on and she rests her head on Sam's shoulder.

"Thank you... again. For tonight." Y/N tells him.

"I told you, it's my job. I'm your big brother." Sam says.

"I know, but still, thank you." Y/N says. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Sam mumbles, kissing the top of her head. "Am I still your favorite brother?"

"You're currently in first place still, yes." Y/N assures. Sam victoriously fist bumps the air making her laugh.

Taglist:

@glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#sam holland #sam holland x sister reader #sam holland x sister!reader #holland!sister

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flyingraijin · 3 years

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The Morning After with the MHA Boys

Ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki

Warnings: Implied sexual content (nothing explicit), swearing, fluff

Note: This takes place when y'all are all big strong over 18 adults. We don't want no kiddies doing the nasty here thanks :)

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou had always considered himself to be a morning person.

He enjoyed being awake long before the rest of the city was. He enjoyed listening to the relative silence as he sipped his coffee and watched the sun rise over the blocky horizon. He enjoyed hearing the first birds chirp. And considering how goddamn early he went to bed, it was no surprise he had the energy to be up and running at the crack of dawn.

However as he cracked his eyes open now, with the feeling of your soft body against his skin and memories of the night before tugging at the back of his mind, he found within himself absolutely no desire to get up and start the day.

With a groan, Bakugou rolled onto his side. There was a wonderful ache in his muscles and a delicious sting along his back as he moved, both serving as evidence that the previous night had happened.

Well, that and the fact that you were still right here with him, sound asleep and completely naked.

Bakugou smiled against his pillow.

Then he scowled, remembering he didn't support that kind of mushy bullshit.

You suddenly stirred, seemingly disturbed by the heavy weight of his ruby eyes on you. With a groan, you rolled over and put your back to him.

Katsuki admired the littering of deep purple and red bite marks that trailed up your neck and shoulder. Shuffling forward, he pulled your back into his chest.

"Morning, dumbass."

You yawned. "Go away."

Bakugou frowned. "That's not nice." His palm, which had been resting flat against your hip now snuck upwards. You jumped when the tips of his fingers trailed across your naked chest and scooted away from him.

"Nuh uh, none of that!"

"But why?" your lover whined, reaching for you again. You evaded his grasp still.

"Because you had enough last night. Now let me fucking sleep already!"

Bakugou heaved a long sigh of disappointment. Then, unbeknownst to you, his eyes lit up again with a mischievous glint that, if you had seen it, would likely have sent you running for the hills.

"Fucking fine. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tickle you.”

Before you could squirm away, he’d grabbed you. You writhed in his grip as his fingers traced your body, tickling all of your weak spots.

Damn that boy and his ability to make you squirm.

You shrieked wildly as Bakugou laughed, dragging you backwards until you were completel caged in his arms. “This is payback for being a fucking tease,” he growled in your ear. His fingers were ruthless, not missing a single ticklish spot and before long there were tears streams out of the corners of your eyes.

Hurriedly, you slapped at his arms. “No, Katsuki, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck, please let me go!”

“Not a chance in hell, loser!” He was enjoying this way too much, you could tell. And it put an extra edge in your thrashing. FInally with one wild twist you managed to pull free, shoving Bakugou away from you in the process. With a surprised “oof’” he rolled right off the bed and onto the floor, taking all the blankets with him.

You shrieked as cold morning hair hit your warm skin and dived for the spare blanket you kept at the foot of your bed. After shrouding yourself in it’s warmth you turned, fuming, to your boyfriend.

“You asshole!” You pointed a finger at his face. “You fucking disturbed my sleep! I fucking swear, Katsuki, you’ll pay for that! I’m gonna -”

Your threats were cut off when bakugou stood up, hauling the misplaced blankets with him, and then flopped, pounds of muscle and all, right on top of you. You tensed, expecting more tickles, but he only smiled and reached up to ruffle your already messy hair.

“Yeah, whatever.” He pinned your arms down while tilting his head up to place a soft kiss on your hairline. “You ain’t strong enough to do shit to me. Dumbass.”

“You fucking wait,” you grumbled, although your anger was already fading. Warmth was spreading through your body, starting from the place where Katsuki had kissed you (although you’d never in a million years admit it). “I’ll get you next time, asshole.”

All the ash blond had in response was a short chuckle as he rolled off you and sat up. “Come on, idiot. Let’s go make breakfast.”

You followed his lead but kept the blanket wrapped tightly around you. “Fine. But only if you cook.”

“Of course I’m gonna fucking cook.” Bakygou gave you an unimpressed sideye. “Like I’d let an incompetent nerd like you do anything in my kitchen.”

“Oi! I’m not incompetent!”

“Yeah whatever.” He got to his feet and held out a hand towards you. “Just come on, dumbass.”

You begrudgingly took his hand, only to let out a yelp as he pulled your forward until you were chest-to-chest with him. Your face grew flushed as you suddenly remembered he was as butt-naked as you were.

Katsuki smirked down at you, although there was a tenderness in his eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for. It made your heart flutter.

“Oh and,” he leaned a little closer, making you blush, “good morning. Dumbass.”

Eijirou Kirishima

It enveloped you from the second you woke up - his scent.

The deep smell of sandalwood and rose that you’d grown to love so much. It was interwoven with the sheets you lay on and seemed to caress you as you slowly drifted back to consciousness. It was warm and comfortable and you followed it eagerly as it gently drew you out of the haze of sleep.

Your excitement was dampened somewhat when you noticed that it’s owner was decidedly absent.

With a deep sigh, you rolled over and pressed your cheek into the sheets on his side of the bed. They were cold enough that you could tell he’d been gone for a while, though no less permeated by his familiar scent.

For a moment you basked in it, inhaling deeply as you allowed yourself to think back to the evening before, when he’d had you pressed firmly into these very sheets as his larger hands caressed every part of you with a tenderness you’d only ever experienced from him. You realised you probably smelled of him just as much as the sheets did after that, and it comforted you. A smile pricked at the corner of your lips and your eyes slid shut again.

You didn’t know how long you laid there for before you heard it.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Kirishima’s voice, warm, smooth and low, pierced through the morning haze.

You blinked sleepily, face still smushed in the sheets. Had you really heard it? Or were you just dreaming?

Then you felt a pair of warm, muscled arms encircle you and you realised you weren’t dreaming.

Humming appreciatively, you rolled over and allowed your eyes to drift open. Your boyfriend hovered over you, swimming in and out of focus as your pupils adjusted to the morning light that was filling your bedroom. He was smiling softly.

“Kiri?” Your voice came out as barely more than a croak. Kirishima’s grin widened.

“There you are!” He tapped the tip of your nose with his finger. “G’morning, beautiful.”

He was wearing his running clothes, you realised then, and his hair was tied back in a low ponytail. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, however when you reached up to touch his face, his skin felt cold beneath your fingertips.

Lazily, you traced the contours of his face, studying him. “How long have you been out for?”

Kirishima shrugged. “About an hour. I just did the parkrun.”

“Why did you let me sleep? I would have come with you.”

Kirishima gazed down at you lovingly. “You looked so cosy. I didn’t wanna disturb you. Plus, you seemed exhausted, you were sleeping like a log.” He flashed you a cheeky grin as he sat back. “Seems like I really tired you out, huh.”

You blushed slightly but forced your embarrassment away. With a long sigh, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, holding the blanket against you for warmth. A groan escaped your lips as you suddenly became aware of the deep ache in your muscles.

Kirishima smirked. “Struggling?”

“Shut up.”

He burst out laughing. “Just saying, babe. Seems like I really did a number on you.”

You gave him a dirty look. “I told you to shut up! Besides,” you leaned forward to hook a finger in the collar of his hoodie and pulled it down, revealing the plethora of love bites that painted his collarbone and shoulder. “It’s not like you don’t have anything to show for it either.”

It was Kirishima’s turn to blush. He scratched sheepishly at the back of his neck. “Oh yeah I forgot about those.” Then he gave you a frown. “I’m gonna have to keep them hidden or else I’ll never hear the end of it from Kami and Sero.”

You leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips before smirking at him. “Remember this feeling next time you cover me in hickeys.”

Before he had time to react, you slipped past him and rose from the bed. Chilly air hit your bare legs and you were suddenly grateful to your past self who’d decided to slip on Kirishima’s t-shirt last night before falling asleep.

You hadn’t made it far out of your bedroom before your boyfriend caught up with you. You caught a whiff of his scent barely a second before he was scooping you into his arms, laughing freely.

“Ah, Ei!-!” you squeaked in surprise. “What’re you doing?”

“Spending time with you, silly.”

You exhaled sharply when he dropped you down onto the couch and didn’t even have time to blink before he was on top of you again, head buried in the crook of your neck.

Silence fell as the pair of you basked in each other’s company. Kirishima’s weight on you was familiar and comforting, and you idly twirled strands of his hair that had slipped free of his ponytail between your fingers. The sun was rising and from your apartment high up in the Tokyo cityscape, you had a perfect view of it.

Minutes passed before Kirishima stirred again. When he finally did, it was to lift his head so he could look you properly in the eyes. You stared back at him for a moment before sighing softly as he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.

“I love you, gorgeous.”

You smiled softly at him. “I love you too.” Then your nose wrinkled. “Now go shower. You’re all sweaty.”

Izuku Midoriya

It was still dark when Izuku awoke.

For a moment he stared up at the ceiling, blinking intermittently as his body struggled to adjust to the fact that despite it being dark, it was morning and he did need to get up.

But his alarm was buzzing, calling him out of bed again and again and despite his reluctance, he couldn’t ignore it.

Throwing the blankets away from him, Izuku shivered. For a moment he stopped to stare down at his exposed his body, which glowed lightly beneath the moonlight that was flooding through a gap in the curtains. Hickies flowed like rivers down his chest and abdomen, mixing in amongst the scars that mared his skin and bringing with them a plethora of memories from just hours before. The young man blushed as he recalled the way your eyes had seemed to glow in the very same moonlight that now illuminated the fruits of your labour.

Turning his head, he glanced at where you slept on the other side of the bed. Even in the darkness your lips still looked kiss-bruised and chapped.

Izuku shook his head before his mind could wonder any further. With a deep sigh he heaved himself to his feet, wincing at the stiffness in his quad muscles. No matter how much he would have liked to stay and admire you, he had to get to work.

The cold water of the shower did it’s job in shocking him awake. As he stood under the showerhead, feeling the damp begin to permeate his thick hair and the icy chill ease the ache in his muscles, he let his mind go blank. The feeling was almost hypnotic, a good way to prepare himself for the day ahead, and despite the cold, he enjoyed it.

He wasn't sure how long he stood, letting the water beat down around him, before you arrived. What he did know was that by the time your arms finally snaked around his abdomen from behind, the stream from the shower had grown warm and steam was beginning to fog the bathroom.

He could feel your forehead against his back as you hugged him. Tenderly, he raised one of his own hands to cover that of yours which was resting against his stomach.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

You hummed against him and he could feel the vibration through his wet skin. Slowly he turned in your arms so he could embrace you fully, pressing his nose to your wet hair.

“It’s early,” you mumbled into his chest. Your eyes remained closed as you held him, your body relaxed in his hold. Izuku smiled, unable to feel anything but happiness at having you so close.

“I’ve got the early shift today,” he told you softly. “Six until twelve.”

You groaned softly. “But it’s cold.”

“I’m sorry, pumpkin,” he mumbled. “If I could change the schedule, I would.”

“But it’s your agency. Shouldn’t you get to decide?”

“In theory,” Izuku agreed. “But my secretary was in charge of all that stuff. And you know her, she’s terrifying. I’m not gonna try change anything.”

You thought for a minute about his secretary. A slight shiver of fear ran down his spine. “Okay, you’re right. She is scary.”

“So you forgive me?”

“ ‘Course.” You looked up at him for the first time that morning and Izuku was struck by the sparkle in your eyes, despite the creases of exhaustion that bordered them. He gave you a soft smile.

“‘Love you.”

“Love you too.” You laid your forehead against his collarbone again and sighed, your muscle visible relaxing beneath the hot water. Izuku massaged soothing circles into your hips for a moment longer before reaching around you to grab the honey and lavender scented body wash you liked so much.

After catching some in his cupped hand, he glanced down at you again. “Pumpkin?”

You nodded at what he was asking and let out an appreciative sigh as he began to rub the soap across your damp skin.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Izuku said quietly as he worked to cover your whole body in bubbles. “You could probably have slept for at least another hour.”

“ ‘S alright,'' you mumbled, filling your own palm with soap. After rubbing it across Izuku’s broad shoulders, you smiled a little giddily as rivers of bubbles began to rush done his toned torso, following the lines of love bites you’d kissed onto his skin last night. “I don’t mind being woken up if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

The tips of Izuku’s ears turned pink at the compliment. “Aw, pumpkin.”

You finished covering him in soap before giving him a stern look. “You’d better be home early tonight though, if you can. I wanna keep watching our show.”

“I’ll try.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and flicked some water from the end of your finger at his face. “If you don't, I’ll just carry on with it by myself.”

Izuku blinked at you in mock-offense. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would too!”

“Damn, you wound me, sweetheart.” He couldn’t hide his smile. “Fine, I promise that if I'm not home early, you can watch our show and I won’t complain.”

You held up your pinky fingers. “You swear it?”

“I swear it.” He didn’t hesitate to link his finger with yours.

Shoto Todoroki

The morning was an icy one.

The sky was sleet grey when Shoto opened his eyes. No snow had fallen and the windowsill remained bare but the air was bitingly cold and seemed eager to pick at his bare skin.

Despite his usual resistance to the cold, the young man shivered and curled into a ball beneath the blankets. One hand snaked out, shuffling haphazardly across the sheets as he searched and found nothing. Your side of the bed was empty.

With a groan, Shoto raised his head from the pillow. His hair hung untidily in his eyes as he blinked sleepily at the empty bedroom, his mind struggling to piece together what he was seeing.

You were gone.

Shoto sat up, suddenly alert.

"Angel?" he called out to the empty room. There was no reply.

Shoto frowned and slid out of bed. Ignoring his aching muscles and the way the cold morning air stung at his exposed abdomen, he quietly made his way out of the bedroom.

For a moment, he wandered through the apartment, honestly worried that you really had upped and left. But then, he reached the kitchen and his quiet steps came to a jolt.

You stood at the kitchen counter, making tea. Sunlight from a opposite window was slipping into the room silhouettes your tired figure perfectly in its beam and making your skin glow warm in the cold morning. Your hair was a mess and there were dark shadows beneath both your eyes and yet somehow, Shoto couldn't help but stop and stare. In the aftermath of an evening that had left you both stiff and drained of energy, he could honestly say he'd never found you more beautiful.

You turned then and blushed suddenly when you realised your boyfriend was standing in the doorway, watching you. “Sho! I didn’t realise you were awake.”

“I just woke up.” He moved towards you, eyes drooping. Before you had time to protest, his long arms had snaked around your waist as his head came to rest on your shoulder. “Good morning, my angel.”

You giggled lowly as his breath tickled the skin of your neck. “Good morning, Shoto.”

“How’d you sleep?”

You spun in his arms, turning back to what you were doing on the counter. “Like a brick.” Shoto stayed clinging to your waist, his chest now pressed against your back.

“I’m not surprised,” the young man mumbled into your shoulder. “You did a lot last night.”

You blush deeply and elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“I got scared when I woke up and you were gone,” Shoto continued. His voice was softer, even softer than his usual tone, and you could practically hear the adoration dripping from his words. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“I’m sorry. I was craving tea. I was gonna come back.”

“ S’alright,” Shoto mumbled. “So, what are you planning to do today?”

You turned in his hold once again, now holding a steaming cup of tea between your hands. Shoto raised his head from your shoulder to meet your gaze, his one blue eye sparkling in the morning sun.

“I’ve got the day off today so I’m probably just going to relax. Maybe catch up on some paperwork.” You reached up to smooth a few strands of his hair away from his eyes. “What about you?”

“I’ve got a half day today. I’ll have to go in for the afternoon and evening but I’ve got this morning off.”

“Good, so you can come cuddle with me?”

“Yes, so I can come cuddle with you.”

You smiled and rose up on your toes slightly to peck his lips. “Great.” Then you ducked under his arms and began to make your way back towards the bedroom. Shoto watched you with a small smile play at the corner of his lips.

It’d taken a lot of bravery on his part to take any kind of steps forward within your relationship. Despite being incredibly confident in his abilities as a hero, Shoto had never been as adept when it came to social interactions. He remembered the days back at UA as he watched his classmates start to get into their own relationships and pair off. He remembered wondering if he’d ever find someone who made him feel the way they did. Back then, he’d honestly doubted it. Little did he know, you’d been right behind him, watching him with the same wistful curiosity that filled his eyes as he watched the others.

Even once he finally stopped being oblivious and woke up to his own feelings towards you, he’d been scared. At first he’d worried that you’d get in the way of his goal of becoming a better hero than his father. Then he’d worried that he wouldn’t be good enough for you. Looking back now, he wanted to smack his younger self upside the head for being so stupid.

As you pranced through the hallways of his apartment, giggling softly and every now and then turning to glance at him, Shoto realised how grateful he was to you for making the first move. He was happier now than he could ever have hoped to be before and he knew you held all the credit.

With a burst of energy, he broke into hurried steps to follow after you. You’d arrived in the bedroom by now and were climbing back into bed, grumbling about the cold as your steaming mug of team sat on the bedside table. Shoto didn’t hesitate to follow you, slipping back under the covers and beneath your head before it could hit the pillow.

You glanced up at him as your ear bumped his collarbone. “Pretty eager, aren’t you, Sho-sho?”

Shoto blushed slightly and looked away. “You’re warm,” he mumbled, hiding his need to feel you. You saw right through his excuse and grinned, closing your eyes as you nestled more comfortably against him.

“You’re warm too.”

“You’re leaning on my left side,” Shoto replied, bluntly, which made you laugh.

“Touché, Shoto, touché.”

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