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promitto-amor · 1 year ago

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Should Something Happen

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x You

Summary: While working as Jigsaw Apprentices, Amanda spoils some quality bonding time between yourself and Hoffman.

Warnings: Cursing!

Might this actually be a little bit of fluff? I wanted to do something involving the main Jigsaw crew and a protective Hoffman. 👀

Perhaps the only aspect of being an apprentice Mark enjoyed was the opportunity to work alongside you. Every trap crafted, every game played and every eventual death led Mark one step closer to his freedom. A life no longer in servitude for an impulsive act of vengeance. Mark had always struggled to quell his impulsiveness. It made him good in the field, Mark had earned a fair share of promotions for his quick actions, but his greatest mistake had cost him almost a year of servitude to Jigsaw himself. Until his sentence was up, until mark could be certain both John Kramer and his helper monkey were dead, he would carry out his part in the games with minimal complaint. In the meantime, he could find a steady contentment in watching the slackened, dream-like expression on your face as you fiddled with some shards of broken glass.

“Careful,” Mark finds himself saying, “It’s not intended to spill your blood.”

You drop the shards back into the glass coffin and wander back to the workbench you’ve commandeered as a desk, “There’s so many traps,” You whine and if it were anyone else Mark would be grinding his teeth together. You flip your notebook onto a fresh page, “Who is this one for again?”

“I try not to make a habit of remembering names.” Mark answers, “Once you name something you get attached.”

You nod, “You’re right.” You pick up your pencil and hover it over the page. “Sadly I don’t have that luxury.” Mark keeps one eye on you as he cleans up his workbench, placing a set of screwdriver heads back in their assigned places. You think for a couple more minutes, your expression growing more pained till you drop the pencil again. “How can I write the tape for someone I know barely anything about?”

“Don’t ask me,” Mark says. “I’ve never been one for words.”

You give him a shrewd look, as if confirming his words. “You have special uses.” You say, jumping off your stool and heading over to a stack of boxes, freshly delivered.

“Oh yeah, like what?”

You send him a small smile, “Brawn, muscle, inside info…”

“Is that all I am?” Mark can’t help the flicker of irritation he feels, “A meathead?”

“No,” You return to him, catching on you may have offended him. “You…” A couple teeth sink into your lip, “You’re the only one whose behaving.”

Mark glances towards the open door, connecting the room to the rest of the Nerve Gas House, “Go on.”

You turn cagey, “Ever since Mexico…”

“Ah,” Mark nods, “Say no more.”

“I don’t like what I’ve been hearing.” You admit, “The aim of all this was never revenge.”

“Was it not?” Mark enjoys how your head lifts up to meet his gaze, “Was that not why you got mixed up in all this?”

You fix him with eyes of steel, “Maybe…” You admit, “But not anymore. Seems we’re cut from the same cloth, Detective.”

Mark likes how you say his title, pronouncing every syllable distinctly, “You don’t know me. Not really.”

“Maybe we should work on that?”

Something gives a leap inside Mark. Before he can answer you’re back at the delivery boxes and Amanda is thudding through the door. Her steel toe capped boots echo on the wood, little patches of dust springing up where she steps. She pauses on catching Mark stood in the centre of the room, “Admiring my work?” She asks, tilting her head.

“I thought John made this one?” You pipe up, before Mark can.

“He did.” Mark confirms, “That’s why this one has some refinement.”

“But it was my idea to add the…” Amanda’s points to the walls and then places her hands a couple inches apart. She presses them together slowly, applying pressure. The visual is enough for Mark to look away.

You busy yourself with the boxes again, “There’s nothing but syringes.” You take out one to show the two apprentices.

Mark tosses you a pair of gloves, “Put them on, they probably aren’t clean.”

You make a face and drop the syringe you’re holding, “Great. I’m going to need a check-up after this.”

“Be thankful you’re not the poor bastard diving in there.” Amanda smirks, heading over to inspect the coffin trap. “Is this one done yet?”

“Just needs a couple tests,” Mark says. “Any volunteers?”

“You first.” Amanda holds her arms up as if she’s a presenter, “Get in there, Detective.”

“What about you, babe?” Amanda slinks over to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, “The glass isn’t in yet, it’ll be like taking a good nap.”

“Stop trying to scare her.” Mark’s voice comes out with more bite than he expected.

Amanda’s eyes flash, “Why you protective all of a sudden, Hoffman?”

Mark would never confess to the bitch before him, but he’s made a mistake and Amanda knows it. “We’re not testing anything without John here.”

Amanda makes a noncommittal noise.

“If John approves it, I’ll test it.” You offer, “I trust him.” Amanda jumps back into performance mode, “Aren’t they precious?”

“If you put this on.” You gingerly remove from another box a very familiar contraption and hold it out for Amanda to see. Mark grins behind Amanda’s back. He can just picture the colour draining from her face. Amanda doesn’t move as you walk past her with the Reverse Bear Trap in hand, “Very funny.” She calls, trying to reclaim some of her bravado.

“I thought so.” You counter, placing the device on the workbench.

Amanda’s scowl only becomes more prominent the longer she stares at her old trap, “Why is that here?” “Inventory.” You supply, “Or so I’m guessing.”

“Something old can always be re-used.” John wheels himself into the room. Wheelchair bound, he surveys the glass coffin standing pride of place in the middle of the room. “Is Laura’s test finished?”

“Almost,” Mark busies himself with checking over the gears situated behind the coffin.

“Laura,” You repeat, scribbling something on your pad. “I couldn’t for the life of me remember.”

John appears amused at your choice of words, “Writer’s block?” You look up as John wheels himself over to you. The Reverse Bear Trap is sat just a few feet away, Mark doesn’t like how close you are to something so barbaric. With you showing John your tape speeches and Mark still preoccupied with the gears, Amanda sulks in the middle. She makes her way over to Mark’s toolbox and grabs a wrench, right in John’s line of sight. Mark thinks it’s pathetic behaviour, how co-dependent she’s become since Mexico. He can see that your worries were justified. She makes her way over to the trap, but Mark has left her with nothing to do.

“There’s one glaring issue I see with this entire game,” You say in a low voice. You glance over to Amanda, “Won’t they all get suspicious if every one of them has a trap but her?”

“What did you say?”

“Amanda,” John cautions as his apprentice as she wheels round on the spot.

“I just worry that something will happen.” You say, closing your notebook and leaning against the workbench. “Are you really betting on all them failing and Daniel just being the last one left alive?”

“He doesn’t have a trap either.” Amanda points out, “I’m not the only one.”

“He isn’t being tested.” John states simply, “That is why you are there, Amanda. To protect him.” He turns back to you, “Nor is Amanda being tested.”

‘I still think we should put something in there.” You hold up your hands, “I think it’s foolish to leave it to chance.”

“Not if you can predict the outcome.”

Mark has heard it all before from John Kramer. He knows your attempts are futile, so he finishes up his work on the coffin and with nothing else to do, makes his way to the door. “I’m done for the night.”

“Thank you, Mark.” John says, “The game begins tomorrow. I presume you’ll be in position?”

“On the monitors.” He nods.

He’s been excused. Mark should go home and rest up for a long day ahead tomorrow. But he can’t quite bring himself to leave. John has resumed helping you with writing out the tape for the trap, but Mark doesn’t like how Amanda won’t leave the two of you alone. Her new behaviour has made him protective. Mark would have liked you to finish up at the same time as him. Perhaps he could offer to drop you home and they could work on getting to know each other.

“You want to put me in that.”

You, John and Mark all turn to Amanda, “What?” You ask.

Amanda nods, “That.” She points to the Reverse Bear Trap, “You want that to be my test. You want me to do it again?”

John glances imperceptibly to Mark. He swallows, so John shares their concern about his favourite apprentice. “Do you know how stupid you sound?” Mark cuts in, taking up what he hopes is a casual position beside you. “Everyone knows you already escaped it. 24/7 news coverage.” You’re still leaning against the workbench as Amanda walks around it, her eyes fixed on you as if you were prey.

“It’s not a bad idea,” You taunt, “Some poetic justice”, but Amanda doesn’t find it clever.

She shoves the Reverse Bear Trap toward you, “You don’t deserve to be here.” She hisses. Mark swears he can hear a ticking sound as you brace your arms on the table, “Of all the people to win, it had to be you didn’t it?” “Fair and square.” You return and Mark finds himself wondering for the umpteenth time just what your own game was. Before Amanda, before Mark himself joined Jigsaw, you were tested and won. His eyes fall on the scar on your neck, all that remains of your own brush with death.

“Use your brain,” You counter and your face is far too close to the trap as you glare back at Amanda Young. “You’d have to wake up in it, or someone would have to put you in it. I don’t think either of those are going to work in this game.”

“How about you wake up in it, you bitch?”

Mark’s hands snake around your middle and yank you back just as the trap rips open with a loud bang. The ferocity makes both you and Amanda jump. You would have fallen off your stool if not for Mark’s chest breaking your fall. He can feel the sharp breaths you take as the Reverse Bear Trap cools down and lies dormant once more.

“Amanda, take the trap and put it in my office.” John says. His apprentice turns wide, teary eyes on him, but John’s face is expressionless. “Now.”

She obeys instantly, taking the trap and striding out of the room.

Mark slides you back onto your stool, “Thank you.” You murmur, hand jumping instinctively to your neck.

“Are you alright?” John asks and you nod. Mark can see right through you, he could feel the tremors of your body against his. That was a close call.

“She’s out of line, John.” Mark says, “I don’t know what the fuck happened over there, but it’s messed with her.”

“Amanda will be fine.” John insists, “She will play her part, so long as she isn’t provoked.” You nod, understanding your own fault but Mark refuses to admit to his own. “Now Detective, I believe we’re finished here. I will see you both tomorrow for the final preparations.”

Mark watches John wheel himself out. The moment he’s gone you rest your forearms on the workbench and place your head on them. You let out a deep sigh. Mark’s never been good at consoling anyone. It’s just not what he does. Not since Angelina…

He spots your fallen notebook and places it beside you, “Need a ride home?” “I don’t think I want to go home.” You say, your voice weak.

“You don’t want to stay here.” Mark says, “You can’t anyway. They all…arrive tomorrow.”

“How can you do that?” You lift up your head, “How can you willingly put people in here knowing they will probably die?” Mark meets your eyes, “I convince myself they deserve to suffer.”

“You don’t lie awake thinking about it?”

“No,” He’s being honest. “I think it’s one less shitty person out there.”

“Then you must think that about me.” You push some hair out of your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself. “I’m not…you know what I did-“

“And you know what I did.” Mark takes you by your forearms, “Do you think I’m a monster?”

Your eyes dart around the room and then land on the glass coffin, “Sometimes.” Mark allows himself time to digest that, it isn’t what he wanted to hear. But your hands come to rest on his own forearms and then you’re pressing your forehead into his chest, “But you make me feel safe. You help me.”

He didn’t expect to earn such close proximity again, this time deliberately. Mark pulls you closer, your hands slide up to rest on his chest and Mark curses his choice to remain in a jacket. Your warmth is tantalising as it seeps into him. Mark tucks you into his large frame and winds his arms back around you.

It feels good to be wanted.

With your face smushed into him, Mark rests his head atop yours. He doesn’t know what else he can do, so he lets his eyes close. “We can look out for each other.” He proposes, “Should something happen.”

“I’d like that.”

#mark hoffman #Mark Hoffman saw #Mark Hoffman x you #Mark Hoffman x reader #amanda young #john kramer #reverse bear trap #protective!hoffman #saw franchise

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milaisreading · 2 years ago

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Keychains

Sorry, this one is kind of rushed and I won't be posting anything new till tomorrow... I had a long weekend 😅 hope u all are doing well and stay safe🫶🏻🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"More merch?!" (Y/n) yelled as Anri laughed along, showing the girl different figurines, stickers and keychains of the players. The plushie launch was a pretty big success and money grab for the JFU, so they decided to continue this line of work.

"Wait so we have here Isagi, Gagamaru, Bachira, Baro, Nagi... that's all?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow, expecting the whole team to have these kinds of trinkets. Anri shook her head and pointed at another box.

"Over there is the rest, I just didn't have the time to unpack it. In that box are the trinkets from Chigiri, Reo, Karasu, you-"

"Me?! Why me again?!" (Y/n) asked, annoyed that the JFU was using her face for stuff like this again.

"Because your plushie was a big success, they want to recreat it. Besides, this money goes into thr Blue Lock project too."

"I really want to know who the people were who bought it." (Y/n) grumbled as Anri laughed a little and shook her head.

"That's not important. Anyways, feel free to take one of the keychains if you want, these are just samples anyways." Anri said as she walked out of the room to get sometime. (Y/n) looked at the door in a horrified manner and looked down at the table.

"Why would I get merch from my friends? It's so weird..." She muttered to herself and inspected the items more.

"Hmmmm...." She blinked and kept on staring at a certain item.

"That's kind of...cute...." (Y/n) muttered as she picked up the keychain with Gagamaru's face on it.

"Well... Teieri-san did say I can take whatever I want." She said to herself, her frown turning into a small smile as she connected the keychain to her set of keys.

"Nagi! Get up, you are lying on my phone!" Bachira yelled as he tried to pull the albino up, but to no avail. The taller groaned and shook his head, too tired from the training.

"No, you can survive one night without it."

"Now I know you of all people didn't just say that." Yukimiya and Niko sweat dropped at the scene.

"Can you do something, Reo? Nagi listens to you after all." Niko asked the said boy, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I am really not his mom, what do you want me to say?" Reo rolled his eyes, annoyed with Baro as he nagged him and Chigiri to put their socks in the right place.

"Gagamaru! Look what we found!!" Karasu and Otoya yelled as they barged into the room, interrupting the boy's conversation with Aryu.

"What is it?" The boy raised an eyebrow as Karasu sent him a teasing smile.

"What did you two come up with now?" Isagi sighed.

"Please, whatever it is don't. I am done with Ego-san yelling at us." Kunigami groaned.

"We found our dear friend's keychain! Mr. Goalkeeper has new merch now." Otoya snickered as Gagamaru took the keychain out of Karasu's hand. Chigiri walked over to his teammate and inspected it, finding the item quite adorable.

"Huh? Nobody told me about this." Gagamaru muttered as he stared down at his face, finding the whole thing embarrassing.

"It kind of looks stupid. My face wasn't made for these things... I look stupid." Gagamaru pouted, feeling a little insecure about the shape of his face.

"Please Gagamaru, you have a good looking face. You should have heard what the fangirls were saying during our match against U-20." Isagi butted in, earning nods from Rin and Bachira.

"A-ah? They were talking about me?" Gagamaru asked, his face slowly heating up.

"Yeah, I heard one of them say they liked your eyes." Rin added in.

"You should see the comments under some of the posts you are in." Bachira laughed out.

"Pretty feral at times." Baro's comment surprised Gagamaru.

"Really?! I really don't expect anyone to notice me." Gagamaru said shyly, earning a few pats from Yukimiya and Aryu.

"Heads up, Gagamaru! You are a good looking dude!"

"Yeah!"

"T-thanks guys." Gagamaru stuttered out.

'I wonder if (Y/n) feels like that. It would mean the world if she did.' The goalkeeper thought shyly, smiling to himself as the door opened with (Y/n) and Anri walking inside with some boxes.

"(Y/n)!" Bachira yelled as he went in for a hug.

"Bachira, she is carrying stuff. Let her be." Baro grumbled as he and Nagi separated the two.

"Enough, we don't have time for you two fighting. First, we have here some new merch that will be launched tomorrow. It's mostly keychains, stickers and smaller figurines." Anri explained, catching the attention of the group as they looked at the boxes.

"Keychains? And why are you looking like a kicked puppy, (Y/n)?" Reo asked in worry as the girl kept on pouting.

"Ahh... it's kind of embarrassing... promise you won't laugh." (Y/n) asked as the group nodded their heads.

'She is so cute!'

'An embarrassed (Y/n) is always the most adorable one!'

The boys sighed as (Y/n) continued.

"Well... I kind of picked Gagamaru's keychain for myself and lost it somewhere. I have been looking for it the whole time and can't seem to find it." The girl admitted as the said boy's eyes widened in surprise.

'M-mine?! She picked mine?!' Gagamaru thought in disbelief, ignoring the icy glares he received from the group.

"Ha? Why Gagamaru's?"

"Yeah! Ours would look good too... although in my unbiased opinion, my face looks better." Karasu said, earning a kick from Kurona.

"You are so full of yourself. But you can have mine instead, (Y/n)!" Hiori offered. (Y/n) was about to answer when Gagamaru suddenly spoke up,holding the keychain up.

"I...I have it. It was in the hallway." The red-faced Gagamaru said. (Y/n)'s eyes lit up and she ran to the boy's side.

"Can I please have it?! You can have mine instead!"

(Y/n) asked nervously, showing him the keychain version of herself.

'Why him?!'

'I want what he is having!'

'Wait, there is a (Y/n) version too?!' Nagi thought as he opened the site of Blue Lock, Reo and Kurona observing from either side.

'So adorable!'

'I'll take them all!'

"But why my keychain?" Gagamaru asked in genuine confusion.

"I... I fond it cute. They really did a great job with depicting your face." (Y/n) admitted, making the others even angrier.

"Oh... thanks..." Gagamaru said as he took her keychain and she took his.

Once satisfied with the exchange, (Y/n) and Anri said their goodbyes. The team was left saddened and miserable at the attention Gagamaru got. The said boy on cloud 9 as he grabbed onto the keychain.

"Hey! We can pre-order (Y/n)'s merch!" Reo exclaimed.

"What?! Let me see!" Bachira exclaimed and took his phone.

'I'll take like 10 of these.' Reo thought as Nagi kept telling him that they are sharing.

'Soo cute~' Hiori swooned.

While the group was happy with the news, they were still mad at all the attention Gagamaru got, but as long as there is new merch of (Y/n), it was fine.

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itsohh · 2 years ago

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Mi Calvario

A/N: Female reader, didn't want to write a full series so here's just a bunch of snippets of events that took place. Anything in box brackets is spoken in Spanish. (Because like who wants to try scroll for a key during a fic, not me and my Spanish is horrible. (I cheated in Spanish class in highschool))

Summary: With Las Almas in ruin, Rudy makes sures to check up on the only other Vaqueros who isn't in prison. Wife of Alejandro, you insist on joining Rudy in the fight. Despite the constantly underlying illness that keeps you out of the field, your determined to fight for your home.

Word count: 1981

Warnings: None

AO3 Masterlist

Ever one with the shadows, Ghost paused with his reunion with Rudy. "Who's your friend?" His eyes glanced to the darkest corner of the room, Soaps soon followed his lead. Soap really had to squint and then the smallest movement came.

"[Stand down.]" Rudy didn't need to turn his head for you to know he was speaking to you.

"[Look at you Rudy, still making friends even at this age huh?]" Out from the shadows you stepped, rifle now slung over your shoulder.

"[More of Alejandro's friends but eh.]"

"[Always was the one to work well with others.]" You fiddled with the strap of your glove around your rist, tightening it slightly.

In full view of the moon light the two SAS operatives were able to see your full form.

"Forgive me, this Ghost and Soap."

"Pleasure." Soap smiled and Ghost nodded to you.

"This is Major-"

"Ah not any more. That's you now." You tutted. Rudy paused and glanced towards the men.

"She's ex Vaqueros."

"Ex?" Soap raised a brow.

"Retired if you believe it. Well, at least I was until the entire fucking city went up in smoke."

"Bit young to be retired?" Soaps question had you light slightly under your breath.

"Ah, a charmer. My retirement wasn't one of my own will. Medical reasons. Active duty kept it making it worse." A sigh left your mouth. "I would have kept working until I dropped but ah Alejandro wouldn't have it. Caring bastard. Don't worry, it won't affect my performance." You gave him a wink.

"Alejandro's going to kill me for getting you involved."

"Think the whole citys involved at this point. Think the question is, what is this? What shit have we stepped into?"

Ghost glanced at Soap, a small nod before he opened his mouth.

"So, your close with Alejandro?" Soap asked as the four of you approached the prison.

"Very."

"What made you join the Vaqueros?"

"Alejandro of course. There's not many people out there who are as passionate about their home like he is. I was I suppose when it comes down to it, a drifter. Just went and did what my military told me to. It wasn't until I met Alejandro that I realized why we fight. His passion is contagious." There was a gleen to your eyes as you spoke.

"You sound like you idolized him."

"I do, in a way. If there's anyone worth dying for it would be him."

"[Yeah but he's also your husba-]" Rudy started to speak before you interupted him with a harsh but non serious tone.

"[Shut up.]" A deep breath left your lips. "[I'll have you know, I've believe that long since anything happened between us. Besides you feel the same way, I don't see how that would relate at all.]"

"[I wasn't trying to make an attack I was just bringing it up.]" The pair of you started to bicker, still rather teasing. Your words so fast, Soap wasn't unable to keep up. Ghost could.

"I'll take point." You nodded to Ghost as he braced against Alejandro's cell door. At your signal, he opened the door and you took a step in. To an empty room? Your thought and slight confusion was cut off when your back slammed against the wall of the cell. Alejandro's arm pressed against your throat and anger consumed his face. Despite the pain, you couldn't help but stare at him in glee. You loved to see him like this and it felt far too long since you had seen him at all. The sweet sound of Alejandro's demanding voice filled your ears and Rudy quickly jumped to your defense.

Alejandro's eyes blinked and he glanced from Rudy to you. "[If you wanted to get rough darling I won't complain but perhaps let's keep that to our bedroom hmm?]" You groaned slightly and Alejandro immediately stepped forward even closer. There was no gap between the two of you. Both hands on the side of your face, his lips roughly pressed against yours. A thousand words all put in one kiss.

"Oh!" Soaps' surprised voice broke the pair of you from your little world.

Just as quickly as it started, he stopped.

The group of you had a job to do.

"[What are you doing here, you should be safe at home?]" His voice was one of concern but still adoration. It seems it was a mutual agreement that the pair of you hadn't seen each other recently enough.

"[And leave you to rot in this old prison? Never.]" He flashed you a smile as he was given a weapon.

"[That's my girl. My Calvary eh?]"

"[Make no mistake darling, I'm still very much retired. I'm not Calvary anymore."]

"[Nonsense, your always my Calvary, once Vaqueros always Vaqueros.]"

Gloves off, Alejandro subtly rubbed your hand while Price made his speech. When you went to reach for the mask, Alejandro grip tightened.

"[This isn't your fight.]" His voice hush, low enough for only you to hear.

"[Did all those years mean nothing? Los Vaqueros is my family, Alejandro. That place is my home too. I'm not letting some fucking entitled little American take it. He needs to pay for burning our city.]" Alejandro glanced away for a moment but let go of your hand.

"[I missed seeing that fire of yours.]" He grinned, eventually turning back to face you, he wouldn't fight you on this. Alejandro gave you a nod as you took the mask into your personal. There was still a lot of prep to do.

Adjusting the scope on your gun, you didn't look up as Soap approached you. Ghost hovered near by the man, an eye on the pair of you. "You alright?" He placed your gloves on the crate near to you. They had been on the planning table.

"No complaints here Sergeant."

"Arthritis?" He glanced down towards your hands. "You keep stretching your hands."

"Carpal tunnel." You looked up and placed the gun down before you hopped up on the grate. "The vibrations from gunfire make it flare up."

"Alejandro seemed worried. He keeps staring at your hands."

"Mmm." You eyes flashed over to Alejandro you true to Soaps words, was staring at you. When you eyes caught his, he gave you a smile and looked back towards Rudy who was well used to his behavior. "He's protective like that. When this is over, ugh I'm not going to be able to do anything around the house." Despite the annoyance in your voice, there was a warm smile on your face.

"How long have the pair of you been together? I don't think I've seen anyone look at another person like Alejandro looks at you."

"Ah, officially about four years give or take. [What about Ghost?]" Your eyes flashed over to the man who stood, watching and no doubtly listening to your conversation. Soap gave you a slightly confused look while Ghost silently glared into your soul. He certainly heard you. A laugh bubbled from your chest and you lightly hit the side of his arm. "Ah perhaps you will understand when your older Sergeant."

"Heard that one before. Why'd they call you Calverio?"

"Calvary. Ah you show up one time on horseback and you don't hear the end of it."

"What happened?"

"Ask Alejandro that one when you're not busy. It's his favourite story to exaggerate. His entire face lights up. Only other story that makes his face light up I think is our wedding day."

"A good day I presume."

"One of the best, a little bit daunting on my side though."

"How so?"

"Ah, lots of people, lots of traditions. It's was a massive, massive festival. Then there was always that unlying threat. What if someone took this opportunity to kill us."

"Someone would do that?"

"People will do anything when they're desperate. When their hate rules their honor."

"Ain't that the truth."

"But." Your face lit up with a smile. "Everything went according to plan. I remember him complaining about his checks hurting a few days later from smiling too much." Your smile turned into a laugh. "I actually have a photo in my wallet if you would like to see."

"Of course, bit surprised you have it on you."

"I came in my normal clothing. I use these shoes to do shopping." You hummed and brought out your wallet. Soap watched as you pulled back a small compartment and pulled out a picture. It had creases on the folds and could see how you had taped it up to prevent it from deterioration. He leaned forward and moved next to you to look at the picture.

There in the middle of a massive group of people, the pair of you stood. Both dressed in white surrounded by friends and family. He could see the walls of brightly coloured flowers in the background only outshone by the smiles on your face. At first, Soap could only recognise the pair of you and Rudy who stood next to Alejandro.

"Wow, you look beautiful."

"I'm just glad you can't notice that I was still crying."

"You were crying?"

"Yeah, Alejandro was crying too. That happened at the reception though. I think that's when it was sinking in." Soap squinted at the picture for a moment.

"Is that Laswell?" He pointed to the back of the picture. It was almost impossible to see her with the woman next to her.

"It is. Yeah, Kate and her wife showed for the ceremony. Didn't stay too long at reception. They didn't really know too many other people. Regardless, it was good to see them. Mmm, if we ever end up renewing our vows you should come. It would be fun to have you all there."

"And see Alejandro, a blubbering mess? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Of course that's if we get around to it. Maybe one day in the future. Alejandro's a very busy man and this whole thing is going to make him a lot busier. Perhaps he would let me come back to work." You hummed, your eyes trailing off the picture to find Alejandro but failing your mission.

"Not going to happen." A hand on your shoulder practically made you jump. So used to Alejandro's movements, you had almost become immune to it. His steps, his presence didn't set off a single red flag in your head so often he would get the element of surprise on you. "Showing Soap pictures of our wedding are you?" You head turned to see that light expression on his face.

"Just the one. I could do some desk work-"

"[No. I recall the doctor saying that desk work would perhaps make your hands even worse.]"

"Ah there's no arguing with you about this is there. Can't blame a girl for trying no?"

"[Perfect time to renovate.]" The pair of you stared at the base.

"[Will have to.]" He agreed. "[How's the house?]"

"[Unaffected. The Shadows didn't come that far out.]" He turned to face you, suspicion on his face. "[Rudy originally only came to check up on me.]"

"[Let me guess, you insisted on join him?]"

"[He could get all the help he could and you know he was never really good at saying no to me.]"

"[That's only because you don't listen when people tell you no.]"

"[Your one to talk Colonel.]" You drape your wrists around his neck, his eyes on yours. "[I felt like I've just woken up from a nightmare in a way. All this destruction doesn't seem real.]"

"[Mmm woken from a nightmare into a dream perhaps.]" His eyes flickered from yours down to your lips for a moment, you knew exactly what he wanted. A request you were happy to make. With a roll of your eyes you granted his silent request, his upon his as the sun set behind you.

#mw2 x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #call of duty #reader has long term carpal tunnel syndrome #(it flares up)

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 6 months ago

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Sugar Crash Void Bash: The Fanfic!

The direct sequel to: The Sapphire Heartverse

Chapter One: Candy Coded

chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8

Last entirety edit: 9/04/2024

“Ramón!” The brunette man calls from the kitchen, “Your breakfast is going to get cold, Foofy!” Ice sighs and places a paper towel over the two freshly cooked, fluffy pancakes dolloped with butter, and a side of over easy eggs.

“Need any help, Vans?” Tippy asks zeir husband. Vanilla pouts a little bit,

“Go get your son.” He points.

In his room, 15 year old Ramón is on his computer chair listening to music and doodling a little in his sketchbook. Tippy opens the door,

“Mi hijo,” Ze knocks on the panel. Ramón turns around a little startled, then takes his headphones off,

“D-daddo! Good morning! I was just about to uh… yeah.”

“Get your cotton-candy-headed self in the kitchen before your pops sends you to the void.” Tippy teases Ramón. Ramón gets up from his computer chair and looks down at his dad with a chuckle. Tippy looks up at him,

“When did you get so tall?! I swear, we might have to get you a bigger doorway,” ze follows Ramón to the kitchen, “or a bigger house, heheh!”

“What’s this about a bigger house, sweetie? I’m not making any more renovations to this place until you give me a garden.” Vanilla points a spatula and gives his husband a warm chuckle and a smile.

“Papa, do you have to wear that apron every time you cook?” Ramón sits down at the table with an exaggerated eye roll as he takes the paper towel off of his plate.

“Yes, I do, young man. Eat your food so you can get taller and annoy your dad even more.” Vanilla dusts some pancake flour off of his purple apron with violet hearts on the pockets. He adjusts his hair bun and brushes his long left bang behind his ear. Ramón notices this and remembers something he’s been wanting to say for years. Vanilla pulls off his apron, getting ready to eat breakfast with his family. The teenage boy finishes chewing and swallows his pancake, then lightly points his fork at his papa,

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you, pops. How come your right bang is so much shorter than the left? It’s been like that forever.”

Vanilla looks at his son, frozen. His mouth is open a little and his eyes are just a bit wide, Vanilla is stuck in place for a moment. The brunette looks to his lower left then his upper right,

“Uh… ah. Well…” Vanilla daintily folds his apron, fidgeting with it, “I… I’ll have to tell you when you’re older.”

“Huh? How come?” Ramón asks before drinking some orange juice. Vanilla sits next to Tippy and kisses the top of zeir head.

“Well, Foofy… It’s a long story. A very long, boring story that you might not want to sit through.” Vanilla fidgets with his hair and doesn’t make eye contact with his son. Ramón has a feeling something is up, but leaves it alone.

After Tippy leaves for work at the art studio, Vanilla drops Ramón off at his high school.

“Alright, Foofs, have a wonderful day at school. Don’t cause trouble now!” Vanilla smiles at Ramón. He leans over and kisses his son on the cheek, much to Ramón’s dismay.

“Papa, don’t!” The pink haired boy turns around to look out the window in case anyone might’ve seen. He whips his head back around to his father, “I’m not a little kid anymore, you can’t just… kiss me like that, man.” Vanilla’s brows frown,

“I’m sorry…” Ramón opens the car door and Vanilla speaks, “You’ll always be my little boy. No matter how old you get.”

Ramón sighs,

“I know, pops.”

“Ramoooooooon!” One of his friends playfully howls at him.

“Gotta go! See you at home!”

“Okay, Foofy, I lo-” Ramón closes the door on Vanilla. The brunette is stunned for a moment. He brushes his longer bang behind his ear and drives away with a very hurt expression.

“There he is!” One of Ramón’s friends, Jared, pats his back. Jared is a tall, lean yet muscular teenage boy with a box fade hair style, gold dangling earrings with stars at the end, and very dark brown eyes, “Are you still gonna hang out after cheer today?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan anyway, but it’s subject to change.” Ramón smiles and playfully shoves his friend. They both walk inside the building. Alex, another one of Ramón’s friends walks besides the two boys. She is a chubby teenage girl with straight blonde hair down her back, light blue eyes, and braces,

“Did you see the new episode of Space Train Violence last night?! It was the best one yet!”

“You say that about every episode! Even the one where they stood on the moon and didn’t do anything.” Jared tells her with a laugh. Ramón opens his locker and sets his backpack inside. Jared leans up against the locker next to Ramón about to say something. Suddenly his eyes widen and he smacks Ramón on the back a few times to get his attention.

“Dude, what?” Ramón turns around to see Cobie, his crush approaching the two of them. Cobie is a goth teenager with spiky black hair, blue lipstick, dark eye makeup surrounding their dark purple eyes. They walk towards Ramón, causing his heart to pound. Jared suppresses a laugh. He stretches and speaks,

“Oh yeah, I just remembered I have to be over here or whatever. Hi, Cobie.”

“Hey.” Cobie waves gloomily at Jared. “Hey, Ramón.”

“Hi. Uh, ahem, hi. Cobie.” Ramón clears his throat.

“I found these rat bones behind my house. I was lucky enough to find the skull too. I was thinking about adding it to my collection.” Cobie tells him, showing him the skeleton in a shoe box. Oh man, they are so cool.

“Y-yeah, that sounds awesome. Uh… so how is your half of the project coming along?” Ramón asks them.

“It’s going well. I hope you don’t mind that I put a spiderweb design on some parts.” Cobie closes the box.

“I think that’s really cool.” Ramón smiles at them. They look at him with a blank expression, but it’s still obvious that they enjoy his company. Cobie is about to speak, but suddenly, the box is smacked out of their hands. The box and its contents spill all over the floor. The person who did that also slams Ramón’s locker shut,

“Ew! There were bones in that thing!”

“Ryan…” Ramón grits his teeth. Ryan is a tall, muscular yet chubby and pale, strawberry blonde teenage boy with blue eyes.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than be a douchebag?” Ramón sighs with a scowl.

“Wow, so hostile for no reason!” Ryan laughs. He tries to intimidate Cobie by pretending he’s going to attack them. When they flinch, Ryan laughs even harder. He turns back towards Ramón, “What? What?”

Ramón grits his teeth, and winds up his leg about to kick Ryan in the face. Unfortunately the headmaster walks down the hallway. Ryan gives her a fake smile and bows to her,

“Good morning, Miss Lewis. You look lovely today.”

“Good morning, Ryan.” She smiles at him, then sneers at Ramón, “Morning, Mr Ice.”

“Good morning, Miss Lewis.” Ramón says.

“Mhm. Have you been getting control of that menace of a stand?” She narrows her eyes at him. Ramón is about to speak to defend his stand, but suddenly she turns to see two other teenagers attacking one another, “HEY!” She sprints over to them at lightning speed, “No stand fighting in the hallway!” She grabs them both with her stand’s mechanical arms and pushes them away from each other,

“If I catch you using your stands to fight again, you are both getting detention!”

Ramón, Ryan, and Cobie watch this happen. Ryan turns back to Ramón and flips him off as he walks away. Ramón angrily bites his teeth and shakes his head.

After school

Ramón and Jared head to the gym to cheer practice. The cheer captain Lillie, a teenage girl with long lavender box braids tied into a ponytail, bright pink lipstick, and dark brown almost pitch black eyes, blows a sparkly pink plastic whistle,

“Alright, everyone!” She claps her hands, “Let’s get this party started! Ramón! Have you been practicing those backflips?”

“You know it.” Ramón tells her. Jared elbows him in the shoulder,

“Hey, ask her about the thing- actually I’ll ask her about the thing- Lillie!”

“Yeeees?” She asks with a cheerful smile. Ramón tries to get Jared to stop talking, but he persists,

“Ramón’s stand can glitch people in and out of existence. Can he use it for our next performance?” Lillie taps her pen with a fluffy pink end against her cheek,

“Hmmm… I don’t know. Is it a destructive stand?”

“U-uh,” Ramón looks around at the other cheerleaders, “Well… I don’t actually know. I mean- uh… Sugar Crash-”

“Ooooh, Sugar Crash! I like that name! Sorry, go ahead.” Lillie giggles.

“Uh… well… like I said, I don’t know what else he does. The only thing I know how to do now is uh… well… uh, okay okay,” Ramón steps in front of everyone, “Let me show you.”

The teenage boy takes out his stand Sugar Crash. Sugar Crash is a pastel pink robotic looking stand. He has an angular helmet on his head, right-triangle eyes with blue scleras and black pupils, a soft angled cube torso, with teal, pink and green beams connecting his purple mechanical hands. The torso has a heart shaped hole in the middle with a swirling pink vortex with a light blue singularity. The torso is also connected to a spiked and more sharp angled cubic bottom. Sugar Crash levitates with small pink, teal, and green rings coming out of the bottom cube.

Lillie smiles as Ramón continues to introduce them all to Sugar Crash. Ramón leaps into the air to perform a backflip, and Sugar Crash causes him to glitch out of existence. The other cheerleaders ooh and aah at what happened. Suddenly they hear his voice, which sounds just as glitched and distorted as he once was,

“I’m still here,” Ramón speaks and they all look around the gym for him, “But at the same time I’m not. It’s hard to explain… down here.” Ramón’s voice is normal now. His head and torso are coming out of the floor. The matter around him is glitched and looks distorted, Ramón is also just a little distorted, his image is jerking around as if he is a corrupted video game character. One of the teens covers their eyes because it’s difficult for them to look at. Lillie frowns her brows and smiles,

“That’s so cool! But I don’t know how we could incorporate that into our cheer. Especially if it could be harmful to other peoples’ eyes.”

“O-oh, no no!” Ramón floats up quickly and goes back to normal, “We wouldn’t have to do the floor thing, but phasing in and out of existence could be part of our routine.” A few of the other cheerleaders look at each other. One of them gets a worried look and speaks,

“I-I dunno… it seems, like, kind of dangerous…” Another one chimes in,

“Yeah, what if one of us gets stuck in the ground or a wall?”

“Yeah! And what if we get stuck in the void forever?!” Another speaks up. Ramón tries to settle them down. They all start talking about stand users with void powers and how they’re always dangerous,

“I had a cousin who had a void type stand. He went crazy and ended up sealing away half of his family into the ether! Never to be seen again!”

“That’s awful, I heard there are some people who can call the void at will and destroy everything in their path.” Another says.

“That’s horrible!”

“In my opinion, people with stands like that shouldn’t be allowed to-”

Lillie blows her whistle, getting a little upset,

“Alright!” She claps her hands, “Let’s get back to practicing our cheers for the game!” She gives Ramón an apologetic look. They all practice their original routine until it’s time to go home.

That night

Ramón has his cheek pressed up against his palm, playing with his dinner with a fork.

“Foofy?” Vanilla asks his son sweetly. Ramón looks up at his papa with a small,

“Mmm?”

“Is everything alright? Did something happen at school, Foofs?” Ice asks his child.

“Yeah, you okay, chiquito? You look kinda sad.” Tippy asks, joining in with a warm expression.

Ramón looks at his papa, then at his dad, then back at his papa. Ramón grimaces a little then leans back in his chair,

“Uh… it’s uh… you know, like…” He waves his hand around, “puberty.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Tippy nods, while Vanilla has a feeling something else is going on. Ice tightens his lips into a line with worried brows and scratches his jaw a little bit,

“You know you can always come to us if there’s anything bothering you.”

“I know.” Ramón tells them, “Uh… I need to do my homework. Big test tomorrow, so I have to get on that.” He gets up and heads to his room.

“W-wait! Foofy, you didn’t finish-” Vanilla picks up the plate and tries to bring it to Ramón, but his son closes his bedroom door. His shoulders drop and he brings the plate back to the table. Ice sighs deeply and slumps down into a chair.

“Hey…” Tippy walks over and wraps zeir arms around zeir husband, “He’s just going through a phase where he wants to be independent. Let him have his space for now, okay?”

“I…I know, sweetie.” Ice touches Tippy’s hand which is resting on one of his shoulders, “He’s growing up too fast. I remember when he could fit in my arms. He was so tiny. I would look down at him while rocking him and he would look at me with those big brown eyes…” Vanilla smiles, fondly remembering his son as an infant, “I would smile at him and he would smile back… I used to fall asleep with him in my arms on the couch.”

“Yeah, and you spoiled him rotten to the point he couldn’t sleep without you!” Tippy playfully pokes zeir husband’s nose, “Ramón would cry all night until you would hold him. He sounded so pitiful, he just wanted his papa…”

“He needed me, Tippy.” Vanilla covers his mouth. Tippy touches Vanilla’s cheek,

“I know and now you need him.” Ze pats Ice’s cheek.

“Hm? What do you mean by that?” The brunette asks. Tippy chuckles,

“You don’t want your little boy to grow up just yet.”

“Well, what parent wants their baby to grow up?” Ice pouts, making his husband laugh,

“It’ll be okay. Maybe you and Ramón can hang out one day. Maybe take him bowling or something and have a Papa and Foofy day!”

“I would love that so much, but…” Ice’s eyes are downcast, “I don’t think he wants to be seen in public with me.” He adjusts his hair bun and tucks away the loose strands, “He pushed me away when I kissed his cheek…”

“Listen here, Lucky Charms,” Tippy wraps his arm around his husband’s shoulders, “I’m serious when I say just let him have his space. Go ahead and wait until Sunday, that way it’s after the game, then ask if he’d like to hang out with you.” Ze kisses Vanilla’s cheek, “You know! Just get to know your kiddo all over again.”

“Maybe you’re right, Termite.” Ice gives zem a small smile and kisses zeir forehead.

Sunday

“Foofy?” Ice gently opens Ramón’s door. The teenage boy is sleeping soundly in the top bunk of his desk-bunkbed. Vanilla hears his son peacefully breathing in his slumber, this makes him smile. The brunette thinks back to when he would watch Ramón sleeping in his crib, so worried and so protective of his child. The man clears his throat and speaks a little louder,

“Foofs?”

“Snrrrkkk- huh? What?” Ramón stirs awake. The teenage boy leans up a little too fast and bonks his head on the ceiling, “Ouch!” He rubs his head.

“Oh! Are you alright?” Ice leans forward.

“Y-yeah… uh, hey, good morning, papa. You need me for something?”

“Hmhm, well… I was thinking,” Ice leans on the door pane with a warm smile, “You and I haven’t had any ‘papa and son’ time together in… hm… a long while. Perhaps you and I could…” Vanilla’s voice trails off as he notices his son’s wincing face. This hurts his feelings quite a bit, however he continues, “Could, er, go bowling. If you’d like. Just you and me?”

Ramón grimaces and looks at his papa for a few uncomfortable moments,

“Uhh.. oh, dang, uh… I don’t know, man. I’m a little sore from cheer yesterday.” Ramón stretches, rubs his neck, and nonchalantly looks away.

“I see…” Vanilla’s eyes are downcast. “If you ever need anything, Foofy, please let me know.” Ice’s honey sunset eyes gaze up into Ramón’s.

“You got it, pops! I’ll be fine. Honest.”

“Mnh.” Ice nods at his child with a small smile as he gently closes the bedroom door.

Ramón waits a few moments after his papa leaves before breathing a sigh of relief,

“Glad that’s over…” The pink haired boy rips off the blankets from himself and slides down the ladder and sits down at his desk. Ramón puts on his headset and starts up his computer. After a while, he hears his other friends and speaks,

“Heeeeyy! So, are we still on for the mall today?”

Unbeknownst to Ramón, his papa stayed right outside the door and could hear everything.

“What? No, no I’m free. Yeah, my fathers said it’s okay… cool, I’ll meet you both around 2.”

Vanilla twirls his left bang around in a vain attempt to comfort himself. Ice sighs softly and gives one last glance at Ramón’s bedroom door, before finally walking away.

To be continued…

#sugar crash void bash fanfic #sugar crash void bash #ramón ice jjba oc #tipvans #sapphire heartverse #jjba au #jjba au fanfic #selfship fanfic #selfship au fanfic #safeship #safe ship #fankid #fanchild

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sugolara · 8 months ago

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Discard me

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Before the three sleeping humans in the vehicle woke up, F/n took it upon herself to drive her way to Eijiro and Denki, making the travel easy. When she arrived, she took a quick nap and the moment everyone woke up, they got to work. Entering the gate of the big building, Eijiro pointed to the carts that had its supplies ready to go, "There's still a few, but there had been someone in here."

"They're not here right now?" Ochaco asked, as Denki handed her a duffel bag.

"No, thankfully." The red-headed handed them all flashlights. He then looked at Izuku, "Those rotters you trapped last time, they killed them.

The freckle male swallowed, feeling uneasy as he glanced around, "Well, what about the breach?"

"Still sealed." Denki added, lastly handing F/n a bag.

With everyone having something to stock up on, the red-head clapped his hands and smiled, "Let's get to work."

Walking down an aisle of wooden crates, Izuku flashed his light at every marked box. He muttered underneath his breath, reading each label and squinting at the small words. Next to him, F/n glanced over, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm not sure..." He looked up to where a small cardboard box was sitting. He read the label and a smile grew, "Ah! I found it!"

She shined her light upwards, unsure of what she was looking at, "What do you need lead-alloy for?"

"Mei asked me to keep an eye out for it." He looked at the huge racks, trying to find a way up, "Can you help me get up."

Dropping her bag, she placed her light on a wooden crate, "Here, put your foot on my hands and I'll push you up."

He glanced at her, "You do realize I'm heavier than you."

"If you want to call yourself fat then fine, but I'm trying to help." She softly scoffed, "I don't do this for anyone."

He let out a sigh, "I would have at least expected on pushing you up or I don't know, find a ladder,"

"We're already here." She glared at him, "Get on."

Reluctantly, he held himself on the pole of the rack as he placed a foot on her hand. He then placed his other foot and carefully he reached onto the second floor of the rack where he then pulled himself onto, unaware of the girl shrugging below. "Wow...you really are heavy."

"That's not nice." He said, feeling offended as he finally stood where the box of lead was placed. He opened the flaps and underneath the popcorn styrofoam was what Mei needed, "Can you throw me your bag. It's a lot."

Doing so, she stepped back and threw her bag, success landing on him, "My bad."

A sigh left his lips. Quickly he placed everything in her bag. While it would be heavy, he figured she wouldn't have a problem, "Carefull, it's heavy."

She reached up to grab the bottom. The weight on her arms had her grunting, "So, what exactly is Mei using this stuff for?"

"Uh..." He thought about it while packing his duffel with the remaining lead, "I'm not sure. Have you used stuff like this?"

"No." She glanced at it before placing the bag on her shoulders, "I don't think I've even seen this type of stuff."

Passing her his bag, he jumped down, the bottom of his feet aching, "I would have thought this was in your department."

She hummed, both continuing down the aisle. Their flashlight shining at every item around them, "You know, now that we're here, I should get myself a blanket and pillow."

"But, we already have one." He said, stopping at the bag section, "But, you're right, it's getting cold. Soon, it'll start to snow and who knows how that will go."

She grabbed a bag, "I wasn't talking about how cold it would be. I mention it because you're always taking it and leaving me cold. We can have our own."

"...But I like sharing." And the death grip of her arms. A quite sad sigh exited his frowning lips, "I guess we cold..."

At the sight of his lips, she smiled. Her heart would always race and oftentimes she wanted nothing more than to just sleep next to him and admire his soft, peaceful face. However, she was sure he'd find that creepy, but unknown to her, he'd do the same. With her smile still on her lips—and a faint blush coating her cheeks—she casted a kiss on the side of his head, "Kidding. I'll let you hog the blankets."

He let out an airy laugh and with butterflies in his stomach he glanced at her, "Can you not be wuss and give an actual kiss."

"A wuss?" She repeated, though gradually they stopped walking and she moved closer to him, giving him what he wanted. Closing their eyes, they were inches away until their intimate moment was ruined as a light shined their way. The sudden abruption startled them and they both shielded their eyes.

"You morons would rather suck each other's faces than pack?" Katsukis glared at them, letting his light move away from them, except there was something different about his tone. He glared at Izuku before looking at F/n, "I would have at least expected you to get your priorities straight."

Her smile never faltered, "I'm relieving what should have been my high school dates."

From behind the blonde, Eijiro raised a brow, "You mean days."

"No, I mean dates. As in dating," She replied, eyeing at the amount of heavy bags he was ho;ding.

Eijrio grinned with a surprised face, "Oh, man! Congrats! Never saw that coming."

"Thanks." Izuku sent a quick gare at the red-head, "I thought you two were supposed to be in the clothing aisle?"

"We finished." The blonde grumbled and when he made eye contact with Eijiro—who knew of his feelings—he turned back, "That's what happens when you do what you're supposed to do."

Awkwardly chuckling, Eijiro followed behind, "If you guys are done, we're meeting up with Denki and Ochaco in the food department."

Eyeing the blonde's back, F/n mumbled, "Is it me or did he seem on edge? Maybe a little angrier than he usually is."

"...Yeah." Izuku mumbled, what he felt before the blonde arrived had now disappeared. The blonde did sound hostile, which was strange, though taking a glance at her, it was then he realized why and it made him feel worse. How is it that he hasn't realized the looks he dismissed weren't just looks, but of those that came from the heart?

The reflection of his light hitting a glass had let out a shade of colors around them. Was it an accident to disrupt the kiss? Yeah, but did he regret it? ...No. While it did feel good to ruin it, it didn't feel any better at what happened behind closed doors. What he needed was to not be distracted . Who she chooses, who she likes is none of his business. He can't magically change who she wants to be with, despite that feeling in him who desperately wishes he could.

On the bright side...well, there was no bright side. "Bro, you okay? You look...off."

Slowly, her turned to him, his usual glare turning, "Just got this fucking headache thats starting to piss me off."

A suspicious look was held on his face. It would be the first he's seen his friend harbor feelings for a girl, someone who had the same interest as him, "Don't sweat it, Bro. One day, you'll find someone and while it may not be her, you'll be happy. Besides! Who's thinking about loving someone when we should worry about trying not to die!"

The blonde glared at him, "You are no fucking help."

"Yeah, sorry." A sigh left him as he worryingly looked at the blonde, "On a real note, don't stress about it. Even if you guys do live with each other, just act or do something that'll help you not think about her. "

The red-head then looked ahead where Denki and Ochaco rolled their carts of supplies, "Ever since Hanta died, the house hasn't been the same. It's quieter, even with Denki, so by all means, move in with us and let Izuku and F/n have their space. It won't do you any good in feeling bitter or jealous or angry."

It was thought, "And take his room? No way in hell."

"No, you'd be taking the guest bedroom." They reached the other two, "Think about it, okay?"

When Katsuki nodded, the red-head smiled and turned his attention to the other two, "So what else needs to be put away?"

"A whole lot." Denki whistled, "You two can start loading in the stuff into the car and we'll just move all the carts that are ready to go to you."

"You're both quick, so we'll leave the heavy items to you." Ochaco added, allowing the blonde to grab her car that was filled with water packages. "Duh. With yours and Sparky twig arms, it'll snap right off."

"Alright, Katsuki." Ochaco defeatedly said, while Denki glared at him. "Just so you know, tough guys, my arms are sore."

"Sore from sleeping on it all day?' Eijiro laughed, letting Denki punch him. "Jackass."

Smiling, Ochaco looked behind them, "Izuku and F/n coming?"

"They're probably smooching." Denki joked, but he winced when the red-head struck him with a glare, "Ow! Dude, what the hell!?" He gave a glance at the blonde, "Dude, shut up."

She cleared her throat, knowing how the blonde was feeling. Despite being friends, she left the conversation. Up front, a quiet growl was heard and when shining her light she unzipped her knife that F/n had given her. She approached the low energy dead, trying to calm her sense, "It's okay. I got it."

#izuku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader

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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years ago

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Twitter Famous (Jason Sudeikis x Reader) EXTRA

AN: Surprise! It's just smut y'all. Set around the beginning of Chatper 10

Content Warning: Mutual masturbation, casual marijuana use

wc: 1.8k

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You knew Jason smoked weed and it didn’t bother you at all—most of your friends smoked, after all. But you could count on one hand the number of times you’d actually seen him smoke and even then it was only when someone else offered it to him. As much as the two of you spent time in private, you were starting to wonder why you’d rarely seen the man high. It made sense when the kids were around that he abstained, but this weekend on a break from tour, sans-children, you decided to ask about it.

“Do you think I don’t like it when you smoke?”

Jason’s head was in your lap and you were carding your fingers through his hair as the two of you watched something mindless and colorful on TV. You didn’t mean for it to come out so accusatory, but Jason shuffled around to face you with a smile.

“You don’t smoke, so I was trying to be considerate. I’m a gentleman like that,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not like morally opposed! I do edibles on occasion, smoking just hurts my throat,” you pouted and he chuckled. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to switch up your whole lifestyle just ‘cause I’m here.”

“I can’t think of a better reason,” he responded, a charming little glint in his eye, “but I have edibles too…Y/N, do you want to get high with me?”

“Sure,” you said automatically, but you knew there was an anxious look on your face. “Just know I’m a lightweight…and I, uh, get freezing cold when I’m high.”

Jason gave you a curious look as he clambered off the couch and found his child-proof stash box on the highest bookshelf. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?”

You avoided making eye contact, unpredictably embarrassed. What you weren’t telling Jason was that weed made you incredibly horny and always had. At this point, you and Jason had slept together many times, and you weren’t afraid to talk about or initiate sex, but the experience of regularly getting high alone and masturbating is something you’d never talked about with anyone. But Jason wasn’t just anyone, and the thought of Jason being able to lend a hand with that situation….well it was certainly making you a little braver.

“This feels like weirdly vulnerable, but getting high makes me…really fucking horny,” you said as you took the offered edible and he was so surprised he nearly dropped it into the gap of the couch cushion instead.

“Were you worried I was going to think you were trying to seduce me,” he laughed, his eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “Or that I’d ask you about all the high sex you’ve had?”

Jason took his own edible and returned to his place in your lap, looking up at you with open curiosity. You dropped a hand onto his chest, your thumb rubbing gently back and forth over his collarbone. He was wearing a t-shirt from your tour and it was already getting that lovely worn-in cottony feeling from how often he wore and washed it. “I haven’t actually had high sex,” you answered with a smile. “I get really high and I touch myself and it fucking rocks and somehow that felt like too vulnerable a thing to mention.”

You laughed which gave Jason permission to laugh, a high-pitched giggle that always made your heart swell with affection. You could already tell the weed was starting to take effect a little—things were funnier than they would have been sober. You hadn’t thought to ask about the dosage, but you knew Jason wouldn’t have given you something too strong. Jason brought the hand you were resting on his chest up to his lips, kissing your knuckles and then the inside of your wrist; he might as well have kissed your clit with the way arousal coursed through you. “First of all, that does fucking rock. Second of all, we absolutely do not have to do anything but I hope you’ll let me know if you, ah, need any help with that.”

You smiled sweetly down at your boyfriend, “Actually there is something you can help me with…I wasn’t lying about getting cold.” Jason got up without complaint, dropping a chaste kiss on your lips while he went to retrieve a hoodie for you.

Hoodie on, the TV switched to standup, you and Jason giggled your hearts out with matching bloodshot eyes. Jason didn’t press the issue, not that you expected him to, but you were surprised that he didn’t notice every light touch and accidental brush was making you vibrate with barely contained lust. You untucked your legs, swinging them into Jason’s lap since he was now sitting up next to you. Without looking over he snaked his long fingers around your ankle, massaging gently, and you whimpered before you could catch yourself.

Jason looked over at you with a small smirk. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you responded slowly, sinking deeper into the couch and closing your eyes. You felt floaty and light and cozy in Jason’s Thundergong hoodie, but then you would register the touch of his hands on you again and a shock of heat would hit your core. It was a mix between an incredible amount of desire and being so comfy and safe you wanted to become the couch itself.

Jason leaned forward, grabbed the remote, and turned the television off so the only light came from a floor lamp in the corner. You opened your eyes and Jason was looking at you intently, the warm light emphasizing his jawline and making his eyes look like pools of honey.

“Will you show me what you do when you get high?” His voice was low and a little gruff and it made your clit throb. You knew exactly what he was asking and it sent a little thrill through you.

“You want to watch,” you asked, your tone flirty and he smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

Jason’s hand never stopped rubbing small circles on your ankle, no higher or lower, as the two of you talked and you could easily imagine those circles elsewhere. “Okay,” you nodded, and you wasted no time, wiggling your sweatpants down to your ankles. Jason helped tug them over your ankles and tossed them onto the arm of the couch. Your legs brushed his growing bulge as you got comfy and he sucked in a breath. You were pleased he was seemingly as affected as you were.

His eyes were on your hand as you slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” you cursed at the first caress of your fingers, dipping just a little into your opening before dragging your finger back up to your clit.

“Yeah?” Jason asked breathlessly. One of his hands had migrated to your now bare knee, the other pressing against his erection.

“Oh, you can’t see can you?” You immediately shuffled your underwear down your legs, and again Jason slid them off and placed them on the arm of the couch. “Better?”

Jason looked over and groaned as you started circling your clit in earnest. You expected to be nervous knowing he was watching you, but each touch felt electric, and Jason’s close attention only ramped up the feeling. You touched yourself exactly the way you would if you were alone, and Jason seemed wrecked as he watched, grunting lightly when he noticed you growing wetter. Your fingers made a lewd sound when you slid two of them inside of you, and you moaned, wanting more but not wanting to break the moment, not wanting Jason to stop watching you.

His mouth was slightly agape, and his gaze focused. You nudged him with your knee, and he looked up at you with a smile, before whispering, “you’re gorgeous.”

“Touch yourself,” you sighed, a soft demand that Jason wasted no time meeting. He shifted and pulled his hard length free, his boxer briefs and sweats resting around his ankles. He pulled your legs back into his lap, with just enough room for him to stroke his cock as he massaged a hand along your calves. Your fingers found the right speed against your sensitive bundle of nerves again, alternating between circles and a flicking motion that had you cursing as you watched Jason’s first stroke of his cock. His head fell back against the couch with a groan, but his eyes stayed locked on your center. You inserted two fingers again, stroking against your inner wall for a few moments before you sat up. Jason’s hand stop moving as he watched you lean close to him.

“Is everything ok—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your tongues meeting, as you used the hand that was just inside you to stroke his cock, making Jason gasp into your mouth. “Keep going,” you said softly, before laying back down and watching him stroke himself in earnest, the movement now slicker.

“Can I help you,” Jason asked, clearly wanting to return the favor, and you nodded, taking his hand from your leg and sliding it under your shirt. He immediately understood and gently ran his thumb over one nipple and then the other, drawing soft whimpers from you, before tweaking them a little harder and making you cry out.

“Fuck, Jase, I’m gonna—” He was watching so closely you knew he could tell without you saying anything, but he encouraged you anyway.

“Please, baby, let go for me. I wanna see you.”

With a little more pressure from your fingertips and Jason pinching gently at your nipples, you came hard, reaching for Jason with your free hand and digging your nails into his forearm. Your eyes closed as you came, but you could hear Jason’s hand picking up speed, and you opened them just in time to watch him come into his fist with a guttural moan. His t-shirt caught most of it, but between the cum and your wet spot you knew the couch was done-zo. That was a concern for later though because right now you just wanted to be close. You swung your legs off of Jason, reaching for a tissue from the coffee table to clean off his lap. Jason was still breathing hard, his chest heaving, and he looked surprised at you cleaning him up, a small smile on his face. You straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Sorry about the couch,” you said as you pulled away, and Jason laughed. “But that was very fun. I like watching you.”

“Problem for another time,” Jason said easily, his hands running up and down your thigh. “I like watching you more.” The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a beat before you shivered, catching a chill because you were both naked from the waist down. “What do you say we quit Winnie the Pooh-ing it, and go upstairs to, ah,…watch each other some more?”

You grinned, nodding, “I’ll meet you up there if you UberEats us some Taco Bell.”

“Deal. Deal, deal, deal.”

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sergeantsporks · 2 years ago

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Aroace Hunter Week 2023 Day 6: Squish

“What’s a good username? Should I make one that Uncle won’t think to look for? Wait, that’s bad, right? Right, I should just put my name, or the golden guard. It’s not like I’m hiding the Penstagram. Darius said it would be good, and he’s a coven head, so he wouldn’t… tell me to do something treasonous… right? But he did say he wouldn’t tell Belos about you, and he knows I’m not supposed to have—but other coven heads have Penstagrams and it’s fine. It’s fine, you know what, it’s fine. I’ll just… do something I’m interested in. Would putting ‘flyer derby’ be too desperate to them? Oh, I’ve got it.”

Rulersreachfan.

The Penstagram scroll flashed an error message at Hunter.

This username is already taken.

“Ah, okay… uh…

Rulerzreachfan.

“Because z is close to an s. It’ll work this time.”

This username is already taken.

“Seriously?”

“Maybe different?” Flapjack suggested.

“One more try.”

Rulerzreachf4n.

“Because four looks like an a! Clever, right?”

Please create profile picture.

“How much set up does this need? I just want to…”

Hunter held the phone out at arm’s length, pressing the photo button.

“Okay, okay, here we go. What was the username again? H. E. L. L. O. Underscore, where’s the u—oh, there it is. W. I. L. L. O. W.” Willow’s profile showed up, complete with a photo of the team as her first post. “Okay! Here we go!”

Hunter hit the follow button.

Request sent.

“Mmmm, what if she doesn’t want me to follow her? I mean. I did. Kidnap the entire team. Hngh, let’s try someone else, let’s dooooo…” He clicked on the post, looking at the ‘tagged’ usernames. “Uh… ThorneyVines, that’s gotta be Viney, right? Follow. Maybe I should leave a comment? I should leave a comme—”

The scroll buzzed in his hands, and he threw it across the room. “Ah!”

Flapjack fluttered over, pecking at the scroll. “Is dead. Won’t hurt.”

Hunter wandered over and picked the scroll back up.

1 new message from Hello_Willow.

Hunter’s fingers hovered over the little notification without actually hitting it. “What if it’s her telling me to leave them alone? I mean, I thought that she kind of implied that maybe it would be okay if we saw each other again, but what if I read that wrong? What if she hates me? What if all of them hate me? I wouldn’t blame them.”

Hunter groaned, burying his head in his arms. “I’m going to fail at friendship. I’ve taken too long to respond, I should have paid attention immediately. It’s over.”

Flapjack hopped over and slammed his foot onto the message box. “There.”

“AUGH!” Hunter scooped the scroll up so fast he nearly dropped it. “What’s it say?”

Hi.

Hunter jumped up, pacing around. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh she doesn’t hate me. Good. Excellent. Wonderful. Do I ask if anyone else hates me?”

“No.”

“That was very decisive.”

“Don’t.”

“Alright, alright. What do I…” Hunter set the scroll down with a sigh. “There’s no point.”

“What?!”

Hunter picked his mask up off of his desk, turning it over and over in his hands. “There’s no point,” he replied, “To answering, to talking to her or any of them. I don’t know why I even bothered making the Penstagram. It’s like Willow said; my next day off isn’t for another fifty-two weeks. And I certainly can’t bail on missions to—to play flyer derby!”

“Want friends?”

Hunter set the mask back down. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t have them.”

“Want friends?”

“I’m head of a coven, I’m the golden guard. Having friends puts them in danger, and it puts me in danger, and it puts the emperor in danger!”

“Hunter. Want friends?”

Hunter tugged his hood over his head, face burning. “I do.”

We’re number one!

“I can’t.”

But I do.

He wanted to go back so badly it almost hurt. There hadn’t been any backstabbing or judgement for being half a witch. Just open skies and flyer derby and the team.

I want to go back

I want to be friends

I want to start over, and this time I’ll do everything right, and they’ll want to be around me.

Just like they did before I ruined it.

I want to be their friend.

“Respond. Start.”

“What’s the point?!”

“Want to be friends. Nothing else.”

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

“What if I fail?”

“Try.”

“I already messed up with them, if I fail again, it’s over.”

“Try.”

Hunter took a deep breath, picking up the scroll.

H. E. L. L. O.

Hello, Willow.

#toh #the owl house #aroace hunter week 2023 #day 6: squish #toh hunter #hunter wittebane #toh flapjack #my writing #toh fanfiction #aroace hunter

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sebstanismyspiritanimal · 8 months ago

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Here's chapter 5! Sorry for the late update but I work full-time and am getting ready to move so I've been super busy! But this chapter is extra long to make up for it 😁

I would like to apologize in advance for Uncle Wayne 😔 he is one of my favorite parents to come out of Stranger Things, but I honestly really love making my characters feel so much pain only to make them heal and become stronger later. There's probably a term for that 🤷🏼‍♀️

As always leave any suggestions or comments as you please and here's chapter 4 if you missed it :)

The case was closed after three days in Nebraska and the team was quickly packing up files and papers at Quantico to hand in to Hotch and take the next two days off.

Spencer hadn't mentioned the radio to Eddie or the voice on the other end, and she hadn't either. He had watched her the next day and she didn't seem tired or worse off for most likely having spent a night up and talking to someone else.

She didn't bring the radio out in the day time and so Spencer let the matter drop, who was he to say someone was acting weird?

"I'm thinking a night out with drinks and dancing to decompress, anyone else in?" Emily was asking as the agents were crowding in the bullpen to leave. JJ, Derek, and Penelope all quickly agreed and they looked to Spencer and their newest member for their answers.

"Ah, no thanks, crowds and flashing lights aren't really my thing." Eddie sheepishly grinned at the boos that were starting.

"Besides ive still got an apartment to unpack and that is taking ages." Penelope seemed to perk up at that and grinned brightly.

"We can help! It'll go a lot faster with more hands helping!" Everyone else around her started making noises of consent, making Eddie start to protest, "No, you guys go have fun, I can handle the unpacking myself." But they fell on deaf ears, "I'll bring pizza!" Derek said as he started calling someone on his phone, "And I'll bring the drinks!" JJ threw her hand up to volunteer.

Spencer gave Eddie a small grin, "There's no point in arguing, but we are rather efficient. If this FBI thing doesn't work out we could definitely start a moving company." His grin got wider as Eddie let out a quiet laugh, "You all just want to snoop don't you?"

She gave everyone her address and they all dispersed in the parking lot, walking to different cars.

"Do you mind if I just catch a ride to your place? I don't see the point in riding the metro twice tonight." Eddie told him to hop in and they were smoothly driving out of the parking lot.

The ride was silent for a while before Spencer started to talk, "So what made you join the task force? You said you joined right out of high school, right?" Eddie's grip on the wheel tightened before she deliberately relaxed her hands.

"It wasn't my decision, not really. The other members of the team were my friends. We were all approached and recruited together and they decided to join up so I followed them."

Spencer was pretty shocked by her answer but before he could ask anything else she was pulling in to a parking lot, "You live in the sister building to mine!" Spencer exclaimed before he could help himself.

"Yeah? The taller one right there?" He nodded at the building she was pointing at.

"Seems silly for you to keep riding the metro everyday then."

"Oh, you dont-"

"Spence, literally it takes no extra time in my commute, your building shares a parking lot with mine." He blushed as she laughed brightly and began the trek up her stairs.

Not even an hour later and JJ, Penelope, Derek, and Emily were in various parts of her living room organizing and unpacking from boxes, asking questions about things they found and laughing through their own guesses if Eddie pretended she couldn't hear them.

Penelope opened a new box and let out a large gasp, "Guys! I found the nerd box!" Everyone gathered around her to look at the contents. Figurines and banners and tshirts from multiple different franchises spilled out and on top was a large stack of DnD Manuel's, notebooks, loose paper drawings, etc.

"Munson, you weren't kidding about the DnD stuff, what is all of this?" Derek whistled as he started leafing thru the large stack.

"Hey I never kid about Dungeons and Dragons. I was DM for the club I started in my highschool. I met some really good people thru that group." Eddie explained shuffling thru the pile and smiling slightly.

Garcia gasped and dove her hand in the box pulling out a stack of frames with various people in them.

"Look! Baby Eddie!" She cheered and showed the group the top picture of Eddie surrounded by a large group of people, are varying ages. They were all smiling but it seemed that most of everyone had been crying right before the picture was taken.

"Who are all these people?" Emily asked her, touching the faces of a couple of them.

"That's my family. That was the day we left for training for the force." Eddie whispered, smiling gently at the picture.

She cleared her throat abruptly, "This is Jonathon, Steve, Robin, and Nancy" she pointed to each individual person, "they were in the task force with me."

The group looked thru the other three pictures, the same people sprinkled thru each one except the last, the last one was just a selfie type picture with a teenage Eddie and an older, greying man that hadn't been in any of the other photos.

When Penelope uncovered it, Eddie took it gently from her.

"That's my Uncle Wayne, he took me in when i was 11 after my dad got sent to federal lock up for the last time."

"Is he still in Hawkins?" JJ asked her, noticing the sad smile on her colleagues face.

"No. No, he died my senior year, earthquake took out the trailer park we lived in and he was home, got caught up in the rubble." Everyone looked away to give her some privacy to wipe the tears gathering in her eyes.

The crackle of a radio turning on broke the atmosphere of the apartment and made everyone look at the dining room table.

~Jonathon and Steve requesting roll call.~

The voice on the other end sounded strained and tired, making Eddie walk over to it immediately and put the speaker to her mouth, but she paused before she said anything.

One by one different voiced came over saying different names, obviously replying to the roll call.

~Lucas~

~Dustin~

~Robin~

~Nancy~

~Mike~

~Max~

~El~

~Will~

~Erica~

Finally Eddie clicked her button

~Eddie~

At that the radio went silent, until Eddie started talking into it again.

~Jon.~

~He's okay. It was another terror, but I brought him out and he wanted a roll call. He's back asleep already, I gave him some medicine so hopefully we can avoid a migraine in the next couple days.~ the answering voice was tired, it was the same man who had requested the roll call but it was whispered now, trying to be quiet for someone.

~Okay, let me know if he needs anything.~

~Will do.~

When Eddie turned around to face her team she had to turn back around so she wouldn't cry again.

They were silently unpacking boxes again, not one person looking at her confused, waiting for an explanation, but letting her have her moment with her family, as strange as it was.

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Lambert had taken his time to read more into his students’ records and profiles. Of course, the documents were vague and didn’t offer that much information about them- which was expected considering their condition as abyssinians, where anything about one’s self as past are kept well under a veil, an unwritten rule to not pry. But at the very least, he wanted to know their birth dates.

Regardless of what they did or didn’t do, of who their true self is, of how their past developed- Lambert wished to at least celebrate the very fact that they chose to defy fate, persevere and now live.

“It is good to see you, Yuri.” The professor approached slowly, an easy smile on his features. “Not much going on today, I assume?” Which was a blessing. As much as the Wolves tried to function like an academy house, in the end they doubled as the Abyss’ main line of defense. Days where everything was peaceful and attempts to infiltrate the underground’s many tunnels were few to none were incredibly rare. “One must keep their eyes open at all times, but taking a moment to rest both mind and body is also a necessity.”

A wooden box was produced from under his cloak, the cover a deep brown and unassuming as he handed it to the house leader. “For you. To make an already good day even better, or so I hope.”

It was a board game- chess. Lambert had found it in one of his days walking around Garreg Mach’s marketplace, eventually coming across a small store of antiques. It was a chess game like any other, but such resources in the Abyss were difficult to come across and depended solely on the merchant's willingness to bring business underground.

“I thank you for everything you do for Abyss and its inhabitants. And for what you have done for me, as well. You are the best student a teacher could ask for.” He smiled fondly. "We may play a match later if you would like. Enjoy your day, Yuri.” Happy birthday.

It is a quiet day in Abyss, as far as days in Abyss go. Unusual, certainly, but never unwelcome. Yuri counts the minutes of their shift in silence, time ticking even when there is no clock to hear. Even still, despite the quiet, the approaching footsteps do not earn the mockingbird's startle.

No, they come from the wrong side for an intruder.

Lilacs turn toward the professor, lips twisting into a grin in greeting. Where Lambert's is slow and easy, Yuri's is sharp, its pointed edges more familiar upon their features than a warm smile might have been. “Hello, Professor Lambert,” they hum, perfectly at ease. “No, it seems our usual friends haven't been up to it today, but there's never any rest for the wicked. I don't suppose you're here to relieve me of my shift?”

They've memorized the schedules; they already know he is not. Either Constance or Hapi will come around in the next ten minutes or so, and Yuri will be free to wander off to their own business. But until then, they doubt Lambert is only here for some idle chatter. He must have some business.

And he reveals such from beneath his cloak, the box accepted with a curious quirk of their brow as steady hands work to pry it open and see what secrets lay within.

Then, Yuri laughs. Not unkindly— perhaps it is merely innocent surprise.

Ah, chess. They suppose they must have an old set somewhere, stored away in some dusty corner to be forgotten. This one is new and pristine, and they pick a piece— the white king— to twist between their fingers as they glance back at Lambert. He makes no mention of their birthday, but they doubt there's any other reason for it. How thoughtful of their dear professor.

Their smile warms, just a little. Really, if you've been on their good side for long enough, it's not such a strange expression on their face. “Now, now, professor. You flatter me, but don't let anyone else hear you say that. You might be accused of favoritism.” They let the piece drop back amongst the rest of its peers, the box snapping shut. “But thanks. I'll hold you to that game later.”

#egittae #.𖥔 ݁ ˖　﹙　i worry that love is violence .　—inbox.　﹚#mr lambert for me :]#ty for sending dewa!!#‘lambert wished to at least celebrate the very fact that they chose to defy fate persevere and now live’ banger line i just want to say #can i be honest though i dont think yuri actually attends classes he is a terrible student when it comes to actually being one HAJFKSLDJFS #maybe if the lecture interests him but he generally does not perceive himself as an actual student and doesnt bother

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alinalioness · 6 months ago

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Professor Arnold's Map 1 Chapter:An unexpected find.

Earlier.

Archaeologists of Krasnodar have been digging on the mountain and are looking for something from the past. Suddenly one of them touched something with a shovel and something iron was heard.

Archaeologist№1:I found something! (He digs and notices the casket while the rest of the archaeologists came up to him) The casket.

Archaeologist№2:Let's see what's in there.

When he opened it, the archaeologists saw something that they did not expect in life. Later, scientists came to learn more about the box. Gatteria and Anaconda took up the study.

Gatteria:So, let's see what's in there. (He opened the box and was surprised to take out paper) Ah, paper.

Anaconda:What if it's a treasure?

Gatteria:Wait a minute. (He opened the paper) It's really a map.

Anaconda:And there's something written on the back.

When Gatteria turned over the card, he saw the signature and was surprised with a smile.

Gatteria:So this is from Arnold himself. Apparently he was writing for his daughter.

My dear daughter Sofia.

It's your birthday soon and you'll be 10 years old. My gift is almost ready and it will be the special one you wanted to become. I'll be back in 5 days when I'm done.

Your father.

Gatteria:I do not know what kind of daughter he has, but it is necessary to send her. Arnold himself died from an earthquake in a cave while exploring.

Anaconda:And how will you send it?

Gatteria:I do not know, but I think it's worth creating a device that lets you know where her daughter is.

Anaconda:Or maybe we'd rather find her gift than just look for it.

Gatteria:Sure. Arnold died while he was in a cave in Kenya, Africa. We will ask the people of Kenya to find a gift and bring it to us.

Anaconda:Or maybe we ourselves?

Gatteria:In your place, because of the obsession with wealth, I would not. (He put the card in the box and closed it) You know, my goal is just to study when I'm told.

Anaconda:I would be a scientist myself, but I do it for a friend and myself to get rich.

Gatteria:Thank you, I don't need it (Leaves).

But Anaconda wasn't just a scientist. He was obsessed with money and so on. He didn't even care about his friend, and some of the scientists were afraid of him because of his behavior. Gatteria was just an ordinary lizard with a kind and good mind. He has been interested in learning something new since childhood.

At one point, Anaconda sneaked up to the casket on the table and stole it. He immediately realized that he had nothing to do in the work of a scientist and gave up everything, going into the forest. He stopped by the river and decided to open the box, but...

Gatteria:Anaconda. (Anaconda closed the box) What are you doing?

Anaconda:Nothing special. I'm just breathing some fresh air.

Gatteria:Stop lying, I know you've made up an unpleasant story. Give me the box.

Anaconda:I have already realized that now I have nothing to work for than to find money.

Gatteria:Please give me the box.

Anaconda:No!

When he stumbled, he dropped the box into the river and it floated away. Gatteria looked at it in horror and Anaconda quickly left hiding his guilt. After this, the scientists were saddened by the loss and blamed Gatterius, although he was not to blame and fired him.

In the present tense, in the house of heroes.

Alina and the girls came to the kitchen where all the characters (Except the inhabitants) have been having breakfast for a long time.

Alina:Sorry I'm late. We slept for a long time.

Carlin:It's okay, the main thing is not before lunch.

Olga:You'd better sit down and enjoy yourself.

The girls sit down and have breakfast.

Lan:Has anyone figured out what we're going to do?

Bokko:I think as usual.

Alina:Nothing, we'll find it, we'll spend it. (She noticed that there were no inhabitants) And where are the inhabitants?

Balan:They went for a walk and look at your nature in Russia, not far away.

Barktholomew:The main thing is that nothing would happen to us.

Wolf Tornado:But they know exactly what to do in such dangerous situations.

Meanwhile, with inhabitants.

The inhabitants walked quietly in the forest watching nature.

Cal:And it's good in Russia too. It is necessary to inspect it more often.

Bruce:It wouldn't even hurt to spend time with friends.

Yuri:But we were only at home in each native country and in the new home of Highland Island.

Cass:But we will know about it.

They decided to stop by the river. They quietly watched the beautiful view.

Sana:How beautiful.

Lucy:From this, you can make a real picture and name the forest from our friend's country.

Cass:(She noticed something by the river) See.

The inhabitants were surprised to see a casket that had caught on a fallen tree trunk.

Cal:A strange box.

Iben:What is she doing here?

In fact, he was right, since the box is located far from the shore. Walking down the trunk is definitely not an option, but Cal has already figured it out.

Cal:Here's what. Eis and Bruce and I will push the box with a branch. Then Jose, Haoyu and Attilio will push her towards us and take her.

Inhabitants expect Cal:Good.

Cal, Eis and Bruce took a long branch and pushed the box. Later, Jose, Haoyu and Attilio caught the box with another branch and dragged it to the shore. That Yuri and Cass took the box.

Yuri:How could she be here?

Cal:I think we need to go home and find out everything.

When the inhabitants go back home, they are watched by someone's familiar yellow eyes with thin pupils.

In the house of heroes.

In the living room, children were playing a board game, and adults were talking.

Mario:I wonder if the residents will find something new in the forest?

Balan:I don't know. Since we are from Highland Isle, we have not been to Russia. But it's still interesting.

Bokko:In Russia, it can happen like in your country, but in a different way.

Lan:Since we are from other countries, the cities may not know anything.

Later, the door was heard opening and closing, and it turned out that it was the inhabitants who came into the living room.

Inhabitants:We're at home.

Heroes expect inhabitants:Inhabitants.

Balan:Well, tell us what's new?

Cal:Nothing special, except one thing.

When he put the box down, everyone was surprised.

Heroes:Box.

Bokko:Come on. (He opened the box and took the card, opening it, and was surprised) Phenomenally, this is Professor Arnold's card.

Heroes expect Bokko:Professor Arnold?

Alina:I've never heard of it in my life.

Bokko:Arnold himself was a stone seeker and something in caves even underground. He mined interesting stones and jewels.

Spike:I love jewelry, they are delicious.

Bokko:He lived in Krasnodar with his daughter. He flew to Africa, to Kenya to explore.

Heroes:Wow.

Bokko:But unfortunately he died from an earthquake.

Tricky:What a horror.

Rosa:What happened to her daughter?

Bokko:She went to her aunt, Arnold's sister, and it is not known what happened next. But we can find out.

Alina:Great. (Yellow eyes appeared outside the window) Then the box needs to be stored. What if someone is looking for her? And Bokko and Lan will be looking for information.

Carlin:That's a great idea.

Sparkle:And we will take turns guarding.

Alina:Then let's say...

Heroes:Together, stronger, hurray!

The heroes take turns guarding the box so that no one steals it. When it was almost evening, Squidward's turn came.

SpongeBob:Squidward, it's your turn to look after the box.

Squidward has sat down on the sofa and is looking at the box.

Squidward:At least there will be silence.

The girls, looking at this, go to their room.

Cristine:I hope everything goes according to plan.

Julia:But ours is well guarded. There's nothing to worry about.

Bokko:Friends! (With Lan coming up to the girls) We just found out that Arnold's daughter's name is Sofia and she's still in Krasnodar.

Alina:Great. I understand tomorrow morning.

Lan:Yes. In the meantime, sleep.

Squidward begins to slowly close his eyes until he hears a hiss. He thought he was imagining it, but the sound reappeared. He noticed Tricky when she was flying to her room.

Squidward:Tricky didn't you hear anything?

Tricky:No, why?

Squidward:Yes... I just heard it.

Tricky:Oh, okay.

When Tricky flew away, Squidward heard the hissing again.

Squidward:What is that sound?

Someone hit him with his tail and he fell. And then someone stole the box. Later, the inhabitants came to see what was going on and were scared when they saw Squidward on the floor.

Inhabitants:Squidward (They put Squidward on the sofa, and then noticed that there was no box). Box.

Cal:What happened and where did she go?

Squidward:I do not know, but I was hit...

Attilio:(He heard hissing outside) There's something on the street.

The inhabitants have gone out into the courtyard and are examining it. Then they heard someone's quiet and eerie voice outside the fence.

Cass:It makes me scared.

Cal:We're just being quiet.

They quietly approached the fence and saw a hooded snake creature below. Surprisingly, what made them gasp was that he was holding that very box.

Inhabitants:Box. (The snake noticed and quickly crawled away with the box) Stop!

They quickly ran after him and did not notice that they had gone very far from home. They immediately noticed the thief in front of them.

Haoyu:I'll stop him. (I threw a stone at the thief and he crawled away, but the box fell to the ground) Bullseye!

Fiona:I hope the box and the map are in place.

When they took the box, they decided to go back. But they noticed that they were in a completely different place.

Cal:Does anyone remember the way?

Eis:I don't think so.

Bruce:I think we're lost. As long as they don't find us, even this thief.

They were scared when they saw the very snake that was running away from them. It begins to rise and the inhabitants realize by its size that it is an Anaconda. The same former scientist.

Inhabitants:(Scared) Anaconda!

Cal:Haoyu, throw me a stone.

When Haoyu threw the Anaconda a stone, the Anaconda dodged.

Haoyu:By.

They noticed that the Anaconda was ready to attack and eat.

Attilio:We're lost...

When they sat down and closed their eyes, Anaconda heard the rustle of leaves and decided to leave. That made them open their eyes and notice.

Cal:Why did he decide to leave?

Suddenly they heard and looked where the rustle came from bushes.

Attention:Chapter 2 will be released after tomorrow, because I'm tired.

To be continued...

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year ago

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S. Aizawa,, Silence (Requested)

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Shouta Aizawa x Male yandere!reader

Word count: 678

Characters mentioned: Shouta Aizawa

note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. Do not repost anywhere, I do not mind reblogging, please and thank you. @izukumidoriyashusband

tw !! : Gags, Abusive behaviors, hitting, Weird and obsessive behaviors, and I think that’s all. As always, let me know if there's more. No quirk AU. Threats.

I don’t know what this is because I’m writing this early asl. I’ll look back at this and be like ‘wtf’ but whatever. Also uh I don’t condone anything here. Please treat people with respect!

Aizawa had a long day. Running errands for you, making sure that everything was just like you wanted it, and even going to drop off some paperwork at your job for you. Thing is, it was a little challenging because he hadn’t talked to anyone all day. He had a black surgeon mask on and he’s been telling everyone that he’s sick merely by shaking his head and pointing at his throat, they usually catch the hint.

He came home a few hours later and there you were. You looked at him with a slight look of resentment. “So, how was your day? You talk to anyone? Don’t let me find out you did.” You say in a low voice.

He shook his head as he held out some of the things you asked him to buy. Such as the books you wanted, some pens, some new ink for your printer, and more. “Put it on the table.” You speak in a rather irritated voice that sends chills up his spine despite not being mad at all. Aizawa does so then sits down before removing his mask.

“Hm? Nobody noticed this gag?” You ask as you fiddle with it. “I was certain it would poke through the mask. Even though it’s a KN95 mask, I thought maybe it would look weird. Your hair does a great job of hiding it as well. Maybe I should send you outside without the mask and just the gag.” You tease and Aizawa looks down at his lap. Tired and worried.

“Why so down? You’re not happy to see your man? Oh maybe there’s another man you saw today. Is that why you were so content with wearing your gag? You wore it for someone else, didn’t you?” You grip his chin tightly and force him to look at you. You take the gag from out of his mouth and strings of saliva follow it.

“I haven’t spoken to anyone today.” “Did I say you could speak to me?”

He looks at you for a moment before shaking his head.

“Open.” You say and he obeys. You shoved a cloth in his mouth. “Keep it in. Bite down.”

He does just that.

“I hate having to do this to you. You do this to yourself. I want you to know that.” You say softly.

“Funny thing is, you think you can leave me. Don’t you?”

He shakes his head and for some odd reason, you raise your hand. You don't strike him. You raise it and he looks at you. Need to mention, you’re frankly bigger than Aizawa.

He looks at your hand then at you.

“What? You think I won’t do it?” You ask with a slight smirk.

He doesn’t even get the time to answer before you strike him. His head is now facing the right, your left. You gripped his hair and pulled him towards you. “I mean this when I say it, if I have to cut that pretty tongue out because you cannot keep your mouth to yourself, I will. Talk to another man if you want to, you must not value yourself.” You say as you reach over and grab the box on the table. “Open.” You say and he does, the cloth falling out. You open the box and place another gag in his mouth. “Mm. I like this one. It’s all bright and red, ball gags are my favorite.” You look at him for a moment before taking it out and putting on a black ring gag.

“It’s basic but it’s pretty.”

You kiss his face.

You look in the box once more. “I didn’t know I had the gag with hooks. What is that called again? Ah. Fish hook gag? Maybe it’s called something differently, I dunno.”

You take the gag out of his mouth and replace it with that one. “This makes you the prettiest, my god. It’s also easy access hm?” You rest your hand on his chin. “My man.. I’ll treat you right today. Just.” You chuckle.

“Lean back and let me do the rest.”

#aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha x male reader #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader

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daphnejane · 2 years ago

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Now that I’ve come out of my spiral, how about a little snippet of my WIP? Just because I’m pretty excited about it and I want to share it with someone.

Lockwood getting caught coming home with condoms and the company’s reaction to this discovery:

The next afternoon, I was in the kitchen helping Holly with the tea things. For George’s sake, I had to help balance out her healthy food. Kipps didn’t seem to mind snacking on her nuts and seeds, though. The front door opened. I looked down the hall to see Lockwood bustling in, meeting George as he came down the stairs. Lockwood had returned from one of his mysterious errands with a brown paper sack.

“Where have you been off to, then?” I asked, drifting toward the hall.

“Just popped over to Arif’s,” he answered.

“Arif’s?” George asked. “Did you get the doughnuts?” He reached toward the bag.

Lockwood leaned back. “No, just a bit of shopping.”

“But you never do the shopping,” George accused.

“What? Of course I do.” Lockwood held the bag close.

“You really don’t,” Holly called from behind me.

“So what have you got then?” George demanded. “You’re being awful tetchy.” He reached for the bag again, managing to hook a finger over the rim.

“Am not,” Lockwood said tetchily. He jerked the bag away. There was a loud noise of ripping paper.

Lockwood, George, and I stood frozen as the brown sack came apart, watching the contents fly out in slow motion. Three slim black boxes sailed through the air and scattered, one bouncing and sliding to land face up at my feet. Another dropped on the landing next to George. We looked down at the same time, then up at Lockwood, at each other, away again, mingled expressions of shock and horror and embarrassment playing over our features.

“Are those….” Kipps, at my shoulder, whistled. He bent down to pick up the box by my toes. “Well, I guess I should only be surprised it’s taken this long.” He tossed the package to Lockwood.

“Condoms?” George said loudly. Leave it to him to point out the obvious. “What do you—no. No.” He looked from me to Lockwood with new eyes. “Seriously? You and Lucy—? I can’t even finish that sentence.” He clutched a hand to his belly as though he might be sick.

I hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken. What could I say?

Naturally, Lockwood had something clever to say. “Don’t be stupid, George. We’ve got a case lined up at an old brothel, and I thought I’d try a new kind of salt bomb.”

"Ah, that explains why you've bought so many then," Kipps quipped.

"You’re only jealous because you don't have anyone to use them on yourself," Holly tossed over her shoulder.

"And you do?" he returned.

Holly sounded uncharacteristically smug in her response. "Lesbians don't need contraceptives, Quill."

#mild spoilers #lockwood and co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #quill kipps #holly munro #fanfiction #current wip #daphnejane

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skythesnake · 1 year ago

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Fury of Nations - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 of my current wip. Title is likely going to change, but it's what I have for now. Enjoy the first chapter :)

Chapter 1

I looked up from the book in front of me as the door to the train cabin opened. The Tashikan woman who'd been assisting me on my journey thus far bustled in and glanced around the room, tipping her head to me, a Tsaballan gesture of greeting.

"Hi! I just wanted to let you know that we'll be arriving at the war camps in about an hour si… or uh, miss?" The poor woman tripped on her words as her eyes found my changed hair color and, most notably, the fact that I now had breasts. Alanaeans have the unique trait of being able to switch their sex at any time they choose. Being genderfluid, my sex tended to switch on its own in accordance with my current gender identity. When I boarded the train in Northern Fijarin, I was male. It seemed that while I'd been reading, my sex had changed to female without me noticing. This, among many reasons, was why the other nations didn't tend to like Alanaeans very much. I nodded in response.

"Um, yes, well…"

"Thank you ma'am, I appreciate the heads up." I said, thinning my lips at her in thanks. She looked worried for a moment, as if she'd done something wrong. Seven Rivers, of course! I'd done all this research but immediately forgot it when I tried to implement it. I changed my expression to a smile, an expression that felt entirely odd on my face and she returned my smile. She walked out of the cabin and I set to work tidying up the papers and books that had been strewn across the cabin for the past two weeks. Once that was done and my things were stacked against the wall in neat piles, I sat on the small bed under the window and looked out. Everything looked so odd. I was used to the high, snowy, mountain peaks of Alanae that broke up the sky and obstructed your view of the outside world. But here in Southern Tsabal, there was nothing but fields and the occasional orchard. The highest point were some hills in the distance, but otherwise you could practically see for miles. Once the orchards petered out, and the fields were replaced by yellowing grass and green but stumpy bushes, I knew we were nearly there. I let my mind wander and it wasn't long before a feminine Tsaballan voice came over the intercom.

"Hello passengers, we are now arriving at the war camp, anyone wanting to get off, please take all your bags with you to the station. There, someone will be able to give you directions to the camp. We hope you've enjoyed your stay with us and thank you for your contribution." The message repeated a few times as I picked up my luggage and put the rest on a cart the Tashikan assistant had dropped off a little earlier. When the train fully stopped, I rolled the cart out onto the station and unloaded. I hadn't yet put the last box on the ground when a Dalenatan man came up to me. He was the one who had helped me on the train in Northern Fijarin and even though I didn't know his name, I quite liked him. He picked up other cultures quickly, a rare trait for anyone on Elat.

"Do you need any help, miss?" He asked, gesturing to my bags.

"Ah, yes please." He nodded and walked away. A few moments later, he came back with a floating slab of stone that we simply called a Platform. They were a Vishali invention, the mechanics of which I hadn't been able to figure out. After he helped me load my things onto the Platform, he pointed towards the end of the train station.

"There is a road. No turns off the road and you will reach the war camps." I thanked the man as he walked away to find someone else to help.

Setting off down the road with around 15 others, I marveled at the world around me. Of course I had seen the land from the train and the sky from home, but I'd never seen the stark contrast of the blue sky meeting the horizon. The only time I'd been outside Alanae, I was small and distracted from the cloud covered sky by the people around me. Here, I had less distractions so I couldn't help but stare in awe at the cloudless sky. The sun was just starting to set to the north, so the reds, yellows, and oranges of sunset were just beginning to tinge the blue hue of the sky. I could see the occasional bright star dotting the sky in the south.

After about twenty minutes of walking, we reached the war camp. The wall surrounding it was lower than I was expecting and I couldn’t help but examine it and the people inside as I passed through the main gate. I almost didn’t hear the Tsaballan calling out to me as I surveyed the people smiling and laughing around me. Despite the obvious culture shift, the expressions of glee and happiness that meant entirely different things back home, I couldn’t help but think that these people didn’t seem so different from my own.

“Hey! You can’t be here, this is for soldiers only, not some tourist attraction.” I turned to see a very irritated Tsaballan namale standing behind me, hands on their hips. I glanced around me, realizing I was the only one who had been stopped. It took me a moment to speak.

“But I am a soldier. I have come to fight in the war.” Their eyes narrowed at me

“You’re Alanaean?” As if it weren’t obvious by the purple hue of my skin? I suppressed a sigh and nodded. They retreated into a door in the wall and came back out with a flat sheet of plastic, a Tsaballan invention called a Tablet.

“Name?” They asked with barely concealed anger. Why was this person so angry with me? Had I already done something wrong?

“Kishan. K-I-S-H-A-N” They stopped tapping on their Tablet and looked up at me, unsure. Barely a month outside Alanae and I had already learned what that expression meant. I pronounced one of the letters wrong. Silently cursing my accent, I repeated the spelling with as little accent as I could and this time, they nodded to themself and typed in my name.

“Huh. Well, welcome then, soldier.” They glared at me and then sighed

“You’ll have been given directions to the main tent where you can then get information, but I can give it to you now because I pulled you up in the file. You’re in Squadron Thirteen.” They gave me directions to a cluster of cabins on the other end of the war camp and then turned on their heels with a huff and left.

I wandered over to my squadron suppressing a shudder at the unholy number. Oh, stop it Kishan. That’s just superstition. Only the Kinanans are crazy enough to believe in things like unholy numbers. When I arrived, the sun had set a little more and there were already two others sitting by a fire pit. The first one I noticed was trying to get a fire going, but she paused when she saw me walking towards them. A huge smile lit her face and she stood up, walking over to me and sticking her fist out. This gesture surprised me as the woman was Tashikan and bumping fists with someone as a gesture of greeting was a distinctly Alanaean thing to do. I returned her greeting and she introduced herself.

“Hi! I'm Ta'eel, she/her, and I'm from Tashik if ya couldn’t tell!" Her voice was bright and had a heavy Tashikan accent to it despite how fast she talked. I tried not to react outwardly, but something about her felt... utterly wrong. She looked friendly enough, and she seemed genuinely excited, but… maybe it was still the squadron number that had me on edge.

"I am Kishan. I am genderfluid, but I am a girl right now. If you pay attention, you will see that my hair color changes with my sex, so you always know what my sex is. Since it can change, it nearly always aligns with my gender." I responded. We sat down and I turned my attention to the other person sitting down as Ta’eel returned to lighting a fire. He didn’t say anything, though he must have heard me, he just sat there sharpening a sword.

“Oh, that’s Talyn. He ain’t much for conversation, although that might be because he’s Fijari.” I tilted my head in acknowledgement absentmindedly as I turned from Talyn and surveyed the semicircle of cabins surrounding us and the circle of stones that now had a fire cheerfully crackling inside.

“I don’t think the cabins are assigned, so feel free to take any of the ones with doors open.”

“Thank you. I am going to set up my things so the Tsaballans can have their Platform back. I will come back once that is done.” She nodded at me and I headed over to a cabin at the end of the circle and across from the two cabins Talyn and Ta’eel had claimed. Inside were two rooms. One with a simple bed and dresser, and the main room furnished only with a desk and a bookshelf. There was plenty of space for more furniture and I was already planning to get a bigger desk and potentially some more shelves sometime soon. For now, I set my things on the floor in the middle of the main room and walked the Platform back to the main gate where a different Tsaballan namale took it. Returning to the others, I saw no one else had joined us, but Talyn had moved on to sharpening a pretty set of daggers, the sword presumably put away. I had promised myself I would try not to judge others based on race, but seriously, this man was doing the most stereotypical thing he could do for a Fijari. A few moments of uncomfortable silence, then,

“So did ya get to do any sightseeing before ya came to the war camp?” Ta’eel asked me.

“No, I boarded a train in Fijre’an, Fijarin and only got off at the station here. I did see sights from the train windows, but I did not get off the train for fear it would leave me behind.” Ta’eel nodded in understanding, honestly, how many kinds of nods did these people have and how did they seemingly easily distinguish between them?

“We gotta get you out, if not to the other cities, then at least to some of Tsashen. They have some really pretty sights here.”

“That would be nice, if they can spare us for a day.” Another several moments of silence.

“I apologize, I am not much for conversation. I am still learning Tsaballan, it may take me a while.” Ta’eel shrugged, a southern gesture, and said

“That’s alright, I speak Alanaean.” I started at that. None but the most stupid traders came into the Alanaean mountains and few of us left, which was why we were considered so mysterious, so speaking Alanaean outside of Alanae was really just a party trick. A time consuming one at that.

“You do?” I asked, switching to my home language.

“I do! It’s one of my talents.” Again, I noticed her seemingly near mastery of the language despite the heavy accent. Strange woman.

“Hey! Fijari or Tsaballan only. I’d like to be able to understand you freaks.” Talyn said suddenly. His voice was rough and low, almost more of a growl than a real voice. I raised an eyebrow at him and Ta’eel smiled at him

“If you’d prefer that, then we can do that. Ain’t no point in it though if you ain’t gonna talk back to us.” He let out an angry sound and stood up, taking his things with him and stomping into his cabin, muttering something about stupid Tashikans.

“It is rare to see a Fijari walking away rather than starting a fight. From what I have heard at least.” I said, pondering the door he had slammed.

“It’s because he knows he can’t beat me in a fight. He tried earlier and I won. We also both got in a bit of trouble for it.” I whipped my head around to stare at the woman in disbelief. I knew she wasn’t lying, I could always tell when someone lied to me, but how in Oblivion did the not quite 5 foot Tashikan beat the 6 foot Fijari in a fight? She smiled winningly at me.

“Surprised? So was he. Actually, everyone was. It’s always quite hilarious when I beat someone in a fight. We Tashikan’s aren’t known for our battle prowess like the Fijari are.” I didn’t know what to say. Fijari were fierce warriors, known to start and win fights frequently. It was said that sometimes they got carried away and actually killed people sometimes. Tashikan’s weren’t pacifists like the Dalenatans were, but they were known for the delicious food they made, not their fighting skills. We stared at each other for a moment more before she pointed to the book I had brought out with me.

“What’s that about?” She asked and I held it up for her to read the title by the firelight.

“Studying the ocean around the Matanal Islands? What for?” I realized my error as she read the title and cursed my idiocy.

“Ah, the Islands have piqued my interest recently. I have a hobby of researching things. I want to travel around and I would like to know some things before I go there.” That was laced with some truth, which was the best way to lie.

“Smart! I love traveling too. You’d be surprised at what hidden gems you can find just wandering around a town though. Don’t just go to places mentioned in books you read.” A good piece of advice. I wondered if I could get the locals of Tsashen to show me around at some point. Whenever traders came into my hometown in Alanae, I had always wanted to show them all the best parts of my home. And of course, we made sure to give anyone who came to Alanae a map of the best routes out of the mountains for their journey home. The mountains were treacherous and killed more than half of the foreigners that traversed them. They had even nearly killed me several times and I had gone adventuring in them with my father hundreds of times. Ta’eel pulled out a book of her own and a pencil, which she began to draw in the book with. A while later, while the sun was just leaving the last traces of color in the sky, Ta’eel looked up and jumped a little as I turned around to see what looked like a Vishali namale standing behind me. They gave a strange smile, obviously not used to the gesture, and walked around me to the seat Talyn had been sitting in.

‘Hello. I’m Shinael, S-H-I-N-A-E-L, They/Them. I’m Vishali and still learning Tsaballan as well as learning to be more comfortable with speaking aloud. Please be patient with me.’ They signed. Vishali Hand Signs was the language I’d learned alongside Tsaballan, and despite the slightly complicated nature of it, I had picked up on it rather quickly. I was less surprised to see Ta’eel signing her introduction, and introducing Talyn who hadn’t come back out of the cabin. I then introduced myself in sign.

‘I am called K-I-S-H-A-N. I am Alanaean and a gender-shifter. My sex changes with my gender and my hair color changes too. Where are your things?’ I asked, gesturing around them.

‘I have already claimed a cabin and put them away. I didn't mean to startle you T-A-’-E-E-L, but I didn’t know if it was alright for me to sit. I know little of Tashikan and Alanaean cultures.’

‘All is well Shinael. You move very quietly, are you working as a spy?’ Ta’eel responded. The conversation went on like this until I dipped out to read my book some more. The fire was warm and it was just enough light to read by. I got about seven more pages in when I heard someone else come up behind me and turned around. This person introduced himself as Dilan, a Tsaballan man who had been late to join the war, but wanted to contribute in any way he could. Shinael excused themself to go to bed after introductions had ben made - it turned out Dilan didn’t know Vishali sign, though he promised to learn, so Ta’eel and I translated for him - and I followed shortly after. It had been a good day, all said, and I was curious for what tomorrow would bring.

Previous Chapter: None

Chapter One: You're Here!

Next Chapter: 2

#writing #original writing #creative writing #queer writers

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating...You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and @untaemedqueen were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman.

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting.

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner.

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’...

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen.

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably.

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’ wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up.

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello...Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t.

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good.

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked.

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point.

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning.

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away.

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms.

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn't matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.”

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas.

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in.

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him.

Not bloody likely.

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods.

“Park Jimin?”

Every hair on Jimin’s body stood on end.

It was a soft whisper—the speaker clearly didn’t want her voice to be recognized, yet something about the sound sent a curious frisson of interest down his spine.

He gulped.

“Yes… that’s me. But if you’re looking for Hoseok he’s just a little deeper in. You probably caught his scent downwind so—”

“I’m not looking for Hoseok.”

Jimin licked his lips and the sight of it sparked a odd curl of heat in the pit of your belly.

“I don’t know where anyone else is…”

“That’s quite alright.” A muted shuffle of movement reached his ears as you settled down beside him. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Are you sure?”

Laughter like fairy bells whispered through the air and Jimin felt his heart clench.

Don’t get your hopes up.

“Who are you?”

You were silent for a long time and then—

“I am someone who owes you a debt. One I have never been able to repay.”

Jimin’s head tilted curiously as he considered your words.

“I’m sorry, miss… you must be mistaken. There isn’t—“

“You don’t remember.”

It was a statement—not a question. Your voice was nearer now. He could feel the warmth of your body close to his—though not quite touching. “It was your wolf that saved me. But you had not gone through the Change yet.”

Familiar shame spiked sharply in his chest.

“I’m seven years past the Change...Why have you never mentioned this before?”

“Circumstances prevented me from doing so.”

There was a cold finality to your pronouncement—which of course did nothing but further inflame his curiosity.

“Then why come to me now?”

“I’ve come to repay you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open.

Were you trying to—?!

“Oh—no please that-that’s not necessary—I could never take advantage of—”

You giggled again.

“I am not offering my body, Park Jimin.”

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh of relief then shook his head with a wry chuckle.

“Well considering the circumstances I can hardly be blamed for assuming you might be. And honestly most men would jump at the chance to—”

“You...are not most men.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed beneath his blindfold.

“Little she-wolf—I may not be wrestling bears for fun or bare knuckle boxing in the town square, but I am still an alpha.”

The weight of his command poured over your body as he spoke the last word. There was no order or intent—he had simply given you a taste of his power.

Aside from your direct blood relatives, no alpha had ever dared unleash their compel in your presence—therefore you were utterly unprepared for the effect it had on you—

Utterly unprepared for the strange surge of want so potent and profound that it stole the breath from your body.

It was primal—invigorating—

Sensual.

You and your wolf may not have been entirely connected yet, but she was suddenly quite vocal about her desire to fully bask in Park Jimin’s attention.

A wicked grin played over his lips as he leaned in closer and you could almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your cheek.

“Did you think I would not desire the touch of a beautiful woman in the moonlight?” he whispered.

Please touch me, Alpha.

Your eyes widened.

Dear goddess. Your inner wolf was turning out to be a shameless hussy.

“You might desire it, but you are far too honorable to accept it as payment for a debt.”

Jimin drew back warily.

You were correct of course. After all he had refused you when he believed that was your intent but—

“How could you know that?”

Evade. Evade now.

“Well... how could you know I was beautiful? You’re blindfolded.”

He shrugged and your wolf took careful note of the way it made all the pretty muscles in his back and shoulders ripple.

He will give us such strong—

Oh boy.

He will do no such thing. Please calm down.

“Not everything must be seen with your eyes.”

Is that how you found me? All those years ago...

Questions churned chaotically beneath your consciousness but you dared not give voice to them.

Focus.

“I must repay this debt. Ask for what you want and—if it is in my power—I swear it will be yours.”

Jimin smiled again, but this time it was somehow softer. For a moment he looked almost…

Sad.

“I’m afraid that the only thing I have ever wanted is not within your power to give...and I dare not ask you or anyone else for it.”

For her.

He sighed and drew even farther away from you—in fact it seemed like he was preparing to leave.

No.

Your hand reached out almost of it's its own accord and wrapped tightly around his wrist. The contact sent a shock of searing heat through his veins and he froze.

“Please alpha. It is not acceptable for someone like me—” a leader, a Luna, “—to owe another my life and offer nothing in return. You must let me pay my debt.”

Omega, his wolf growled, sweet perfect omega.

Suppressors may have hidden your scent, but the siren song of an omega pleading prettily in his ear was unmistakable—irresistible…

“What if all I want is your name?”

You sighed deeply.

“I cannot give you that. My name is… not mine to offer.”

Jimin laughed.

“A woman I cannot remember with a name I cannot know and whose face I cannot see.” He shook his head. “Perhaps you are just a figment of my imagination.”

It was hard to explain what happened next...For whatever reason his words cut you deeply and you were overcome with the desire—no need—to refute them somehow.

“I’m real enough,” you whispered, bringing his hand to your cheek.

Jimin was genuinely beginning to wonder if you were a witch as well as a she-wolf. Being close to you was intoxicating and the urge to draw you in was steadily overpowering every other thought.

“Could I ask you for a kiss, then?”

“You—...You saved my life and all you want... is a kiss?”

The air grew heavier as the strange magnetic pull between you swelled to a silent inescapable crescendo.

“In Seoul I often searched for someone who could ease my loneliness, yet each time I walked away emptier than before.” His thumb brushed gently over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “I have never had a kiss that meant anything to me.”

But yours might.

It was unclear who moved first, whether he pulled you to him or you surged forward but when your bodies aligned and your lips met his for the first time it was as if you had never been separate from one another.

As if you had always been deeply—intimately —together.

The indescribable feel of him lit over your senses like a struck match. It was an ignition in the purest sense of the word— a fiery visceral awakening fueled by a consuming flood of desire.

Yes, Alpha.

He might never see your face or hear your name, but Jimin knew he would remember the taste of you for the rest of his life. It was hot and bright like liquid sunshine— a pure relentless light flowing through him where there was once only darkness.

A soft needy moan rose up from your chest and he growled in primal satisfaction as you melted against him.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt of their own accord, desperately trying to bring him closer until he wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly against your mouth. “Please tell me who you are.”

The words crashed over you like a bucket of ice —dousing the hazy pleasure of his kiss with a cold bite of reality. Suddenly you were wrenching yourself away from him and your wolf whimpered in misery at the loss of his touch.

“I can’t,” you whispered.

And then you were gone.

“Did someone hurt you?”

You looked up to find Jin taking in your tears with cold fury.

Twin knives were already gleaming dangerously in his hands and he appeared ready to filet whichever bastard was foolish enough to make you cry.

“No,” you sniffed—well aware of how pitiful you were at the moment—crying in the corner of your cousin’s kitchen. “I got myself into this mess without any help—as usual.”

Jin sighed and slid down next to you.

“Tell me.”

“Something happened that I…I didn’t intend.”

“Oh I knew that already. The Luna isn’t supposed to be running around on the night of Lover’s Moon in a forest full of blind horny wolves—“

You snorted and shook your head.

“You’re absolutely right. I should have stayed away.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed and he wondered if perhaps you had caught Kim Namjoon with another omega. Nothing would be official until after the Change of course, but your bond with him was basically a foregone conclusion at this point.

“You went looking for someone...didn’t you.”

You nodded miserably—all but confirming his fears. He made a mental note to push Namjoon in the swamp at the next available opportunity.

“You know... the stories say that a Luna is powerfully drawn to her mate under the Lover’s Moon—that her wolf can sense him even before the Change.” He reached over and gently began to brush the tears from your eyes. “So it’s not surprising that you sought him out, but it’s not really fair to hold whatever it is you saw against him. There is no relationship between you yet and…” he chuckled, “kisses beneath festival moonlight don’t really mean anything anyways.”

It was clear that Jin had somehow gotten the entirely wrong impression, but perhaps that was for the best.

No one knew of your connection to Jimin and no one had seen what passed between you.

Still…

Something about his assessment stung you.

“You really believe that? ...That a kiss exchanged tonight means nothing?”

“I do.” Jin spoke with conviction. “There’s ancient magic at play in those woods. You can’t always trust what you see—or what you feel.”

“Oh I...I didn’t know…”

After a moment you laid your head against his shoulder and let the last of your tears run silently down your cheek.

“Jin-ah have you ever wanted something you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes.” He sighed heavily and pulled you in to snuggle a bit closer. “When I was younger I dreamed of having a mate just like everyone else…”

The words were so softly spoken—almost wistful. Your heart splintered just hearing them.

“But… she could be out there—your mate.”

Jin shook his head.

“When is the last time you heard of a female alpha?”

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes.

“Jin…”

“Hey,” he whispered, “don’t waste your crying on me. I’ve long since come to terms with who and what I am.”

“You’re not sad anymore?”

“Well… maybe sometimes I am… but I had to accept that people like us are not like everyone else. Our destinies were written long before we were born.”

“And you believe you’re destined to be alone?”

“Wolves in a pack are never really alone.”

“Yes...but they can be lonely,” you whispered thinking back to Jimin’s words.

For a moment Jin’s eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them.

“Well...I suppose they can.” Then he chuckled and gave your nose an affectionate little tap. “But you don’t need to worry about that. When the time comes Namjoon will take his place at your side and the two of you will build a wonderful life together... Isn’t that what you want?”

Isn’t it?

Your treacherous thoughts drifted back to the boy in the moonlight—to the way your body sang when he touched you and the strange insatiable desire to know him and be known by him in return.

“Please...Tell me who you are.”

A heavy ache settled in your heart.

You were the Luna of the mountain nations. A true born moon princess.

You could never be the woman who kissed Park Jimin underneath the stars.

You were not like everybody else.

“...Yes. That is what I want.”

——◐——

Now

——◐——

Jimin’s heart pounded as he tore through the dark paths of the wood with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook close behind.

He had never led an attack—had never been trained to command wolves in battle.

It was his first true test of leadership and he hadn’t even been a leader for twenty-four hours.

Yet the fears and anxieties that might have normally clouded his mind were notably absent.

There was only you.

Ironically Jimin owed Namjoon yet another debt—this time for explaining what exactly someone like him was capable of.

The alpha Jin captured had given up their plan and position after being exposed to Jimin’s unique gifting, so he had a concrete target in his mind… He suspected however, that your captors had taken precautions after leaving some of their men behind. They had shifted their camp.

But it wouldn’t be enough to save them.

Jimin didn’t need your location to find you.

He spent years refusing to look at you, and even then he always knew exactly where you were. He could sense you in any crowd—hear your voice in a thousand.

Once it had tormented him cruelly to be so aware of you.

Now it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He followed the connection between his heart and yours like a lifeline and it guided him as surely as the stars.

The alphas followed him without question.

If any of them harbored lingering doubts before, they were firmly laid to rest after what they saw at the cottage. No ordinary wolf could do what he had done.

The Alpha would bring back their Luna and retribution would be swift indeed.

The drugs in your system kept swinging you in and out of lucidity like a nightmarish pendulum. You tried to shift after the initial nausea faded, but whatever they gave you kept your wolf caged beneath your skin.

Jimin

The longing you felt for your mate was the only thing tethering you to reality. You could almost hear him echoing in the far corners of your mind—

I’m coming Omega—hold on.

I’ll find you.

Part of you recognized that his voice was likely nothing more than the wistful creation of your drug-addled mind, still you clung to it like the last shred of hope while the minutes (or hours) flew past.

Chaos clouded your thoughts even in clearer moments as many unavoidable concerns forced their way through the haze.

Jin was at the house with you when they broke in. You had no way of knowing if he survived.

The men who took you were crass and irreverent. Their eyes followed your form with too much interest and too little respect.

It was starting to get cold and (due to you nearly dismembering a high council member and needing to be compelled unconscious) you were still wearing a thin white ceremonial dress which offered very little protection from the elements.

You wondered idly if your idiot captors would let you freeze to death before they accomplished whatever it was they took you for. They clearly needed you for something or you would have been long dead by now.

None of them struck you as particularly brilliant planners so the mastermind must be somewhere else...

Frankly the entire situation was as puzzling as it was troubling. Iron Claw had always gotten along well with your pack.

Technically they were (almost) what the human governments called a vassal state. The presence of a Luna determined the dominant pack in a region and the Luna of the mountain nations had been born into Silver Fang—your pack—for the last thousand years or so.

Why would they challenge us now?

The birth of a Luna indicated that the goddess had chosen that pack to lead. Their willingness—not only to kidnap you—but to go against the dominant pack by doing so was alarming to say the least.

A sudden explosion of movement and sound interrupted your contemplation. Motion erupted all around you—boots pounding on the ground, men falling into their wolf forms, knives being drawn…

You lifted your head—straining forward to see the source of the commotion—and nearly collapsed in relief when you finally did.

Alpha

Your mate stood at the edge of the camp flanked by two enormous black wolves.

A deadly looking jingum sword gleamed dangerously in his right hand. You recognized it immediately as your great-grandfather’s combat blade—the thousand year-old weapon of the Silver Fang Alphas.

Relief flooded your chest all over again at the sight of it. Only Jin could have given him that sword—which meant he was still alive.

The black wolves—Yoongi and Jungkook—snarled viciously but made no move to attack.

Your captors were still scrambling into some sort of combat formation when Jimin finally spoke.

“You have violated our sacred laws, trespassed in sovereign pack lands, kidnapped a Luna under the protection of our goddess, abducted the mate of the Silver Fang Alpha, and risked open war between our peoples.” He took a single step forward. “Surrender now and I will be merciful.”

The biggest of your captors—a man you recognized as the de facto leader—spat viciously on the ground.

“You are not my Alpha,” he growled.

A cold—almost cruel—smile twisted over Jimin’s lips.

“Very well.”

Then he dropped to one knee and a massive grey wolf—Taehyung—leapt over his head and tore out the defiant leader’s throat before he even hit the ground.

Your mouth dropped open.

Bangtan formation.

Yoongi and Jungkook lunged forward in opposite directions, tackling their targets to the forest floor in a bloody clash of teeth and claws.

One of the larger Iron Claw alphas half-shifted and charged Jimin but his arm shot out lightning fast, catching his attacker by the throat to send him flying through the air into a tree.

The next several minutes could only be described as terrifyingly beautiful.

It was immediately clear that Jimin had been holding back when he fought Namjoon.

He dispatched his opponents with such elegant savagery it was almost art.

You were so mesmerized watching Jimin sensually sword dance his way through a dozen alphas nearly twice his size that you almost missed Taehyung’s wolf rushing over with a dagger clenched between his teeth.

Luna are you okay?

You grinned and held up your rope-bound wrists.

“I’ll be better once you pass me that knife.”

Taehyung nodded once and dropped the blade at your feet before tackling another wolf that was tearing towards the two of you.

You sawed through the ties around your ankle first then twisted your arms to try and slice through the restraints on your wrist.

The Iron Claw wolves were clearly no match for Jimin and his alphas.

Jungkook and Yoongi chased after the few who were trying to run while Taehyung half-shifted to subdue the handful of wolves left alive as prisoners. Only Jimin continued to fight as the last three of your captors still standing took turns being slammed into the dirt by his strikes.

He was clearly capable of dispatching them, but you were fairly convinced that you would die if you had to stay away from him for another second. The ropes, however, were surprisingly thick and the angle you were cutting them at wasn’t the best. If only—

You were almost free when you saw it.

One of your captors had pulled a hunting javelin from their supply wagon. He must have hid himself at the onset of the fight, but now he was comfortably concealed by the shadows—and taking aim at Jimin.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

The attacker appeared to handle the weapon with familiarity. He was too far back—too well hidden—Jimin would never see him in time—

The last cord around your wrist snapped and you were on your feet, pushing through the combined haze of fury and sedatives to charge the wolf who dared attack your mate.

By the time he saw you it was far too late.

Under the effects of the drug your aim was a little skewed but you weren’t Kim Seokjin’s cousin for nothing.

One clean flick of your wrist and the dagger shot through the air, burying itself between the brute’s shoulder blades—all the way to the hilt.

His body fell to the ground just as Jimin sent the last of your captors careening into a pile of previously defeated foes.

For a moment all was quiet.

Then your eyes locked across the distance and everything around you sharpened to a single whispered word.

“Jimin.”

He had run non-stop for miles and torn apart a dozen wolves to get to your side—no amount of space between you now was tolerable.

The sword clattered to the forest floor as he moved toward you—desperate to feel you—to wrap himself around you and know that you were safe.

What happened next was as natural as breathing.

You opened to him and he lifted you into his arms, taking your lips in a hot unrepentant kiss.

Fire exploded across your senses, burning away everything but the touch and taste of him. Every part of you was at once fiercely and gloriously alive. Desperate moans passed between you as he licked into your mouth—a dark primal promise of the pleasure he would take between your thighs.

“Alpha,” you whimpered, too delirious with want to manage anything else.

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes shot open. His hands flew to cup your face, searching it with a mixture of realization and disbelief.

“You… It was you.”

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The Girl Next Door

Chapter 1

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DRUG USE

Four years later…

The gang had graduated, they all had been prepping for the next steps in their adult lives, which was something they all talked about many, many, many times over the course of the past four years.

JJ was preparing to go to college, majoring in psychology. Ash was preparing as well, she was majoring in business to make her parents happy but anyone close to her could tell she wanted to go into art. Sal and Larry got an apartment together that was closer to the lake and were packing for their move in. It was nice having them closer to their hangout spot, also now that they had their own place, hangouts were going to be a lot more fun without parents getting in the way. Sal was taking community college classes but Larry decided to continue to work toward his art while he worked a job. Todd and Neil had moved in together as well and while Todd was going to be taking classes, Niel was working.

JJ actually kinda admired Todd and Niel’s relationship. From the moment they began dating she thought they were cute together. They were good for each other and anyone could see it. Though JJ would deny that she was jealous at times. She wanted something like that. A love like theirs.

Everyone had been packing their stuff up, aside from Todd and Niel who were already living together. JJ’s had a month left before she was officially able to begin moving into the dorms. Though it couldn’t come fast enough. Through high school she had taught herself how to do her makeup, which became a good thing as she had to hide more bruises.

Sal walks into Larry’s room, who was packing some of his things, “How’s it going?”

“Good. We are moving there in two weeks right?” Larry asks as he sets aside another finished box.

“Yep. Have you talked with JJ yet today?” Sally leans against the wall.

“Nope. She hasn’t come down here today.” Larry shakes his head. “And I tend to avoid her place because of her parents.”

“Well her parents just left.”

“You know that how?” Larry chuckles. “Not stalking our dear JJ now are you, Sally Face?”

“No.” Sal scoffs. “I happened to leave my apartment around the same time they left.”

Larry glances at his calendar, “You know why? It’s Friday, their date night.”

“Oh right, J said that they were doing it in hopes to fix their relationship. I forgot.” Sal places a hand on his head shaking it.

“Then let's drop in and see how she’s doing.” Larry walks out with Sal and they head into the elevator. “You told her yet?” Larry snickers as he presses the 4 button.

“Told her what?”

“You know. Your feelings. Everyone can see it.” Larry crosses his arms. “Well… maybe not everyone since they can’t see your face. But I’ve known you long enough.”

“Feelings?” Sal tries to laugh it off and quickly exits as the doors to the elevator open.

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Get back here.” Larry grabs Sally’s arm and yanks him back.

Sal groans, “We need to go see JJ.” He points toward the direction of her apartment.

“When will you tell her?”

“When you stop smoking weed. How about that?”

“Hey, no fair! You know I’m not going to do that.” Larry scoffs.

“Exactly, now come on.” Sal laughs as they walk toward apartment 400. Sal knocks on the door in a little rhythmic pattern. It was something him and JJ have done for a while now. It falls silent as the two of them wait. The quiet allows them to hear faint music coming from inside the apartment. Nothing. Larry knocks this time a little louder.

“She’s probably in her room and the music is just too loud.” He shrugs. There still is a lack of answer. Sal pulls his phone out of his pocket, ringing up JJ’s number. It rings, and rings, and rings, and rings. No answer. He looks down at his phone and sighs. “Call Ash, maybe they are hanging out at her place?”

“Why would music be coming from J’s apartment then?” Sal looks up at him.

“Maybe she forgot to turn it off. Just try.” So Sal does. He calls Ash and within two rings she answers.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Is JJ by any chance with you?” Sally questions.

“No. Is everything alright?” Ash asks, concerned.

“Not sure. We hear music from her place but no one is answering the door.” Sal answers as Larry was banging on the door with his fist now.

“Open up, JJ! It’s just us!”

“Is the door unlocked?” Ash asks over the phone. Sal tries the knob.

“Nope.”

“Larry can pick locks right?”

“Oh yeah. Larry, do you have your lockpick?” Sal glances at him.

“It’s downstairs, let me go get it.” Larry runs off to get his lockpick.

“I’m going to head over now. I hope everything is okay.” Ash says before hanging up.

“Me too.” Sal whispers. It's not long before Larry comes back he stands in front of the door knob and works at the lock.

“Got it.” Larry grunts and pushes the door open. They head inside in a hurry. “JJ!?”

“She’s in her room, I think.” Sal heads toward where the music got louder. He knocks on the door.

“JJ, open the door or we are coming in no matter what!” Larry shouts. After no answer again Larry reaches around Sal and opens the door. Both boys gasp at the sight. JJ was completely passed out on her bed, along with an open pill bottle and a few pills scattered just outside the bottle. The two of them rush to both sides of her. Sal is quick to check if she was breathing and there was a pulse.

“She’s alive.” He sighs in relief. Larry picks up the bottle and looks at it.

“God, JJ.” He looks at her. He places the bottle down and holds her head in his hands, patting her face in hopes to wake her. “Come on.” He mutters. JJ lets out a soft groan and her eyes squint while still shut.

“J?” Sal whispers. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she looks around in confusion.

“What… Why are you here?” She mumbles, her voice slightly slurred. Her breaths were shallow and it was obvious she was high off the drugs.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Larry stands up and grabs the bottle, showing it to her.

“Hey, those are mine.” JJ tries to reach for it but her body feels heavy so she only turns over a bit, partially hanging off the bed. Sal gently grabs her waist and pulls her back onto the bed.

“Clearly. What the hell are you doing with them?”

“They help relieve pain.” She mumbles.

“These are opioids. They are extremely dangerous if not used properly by a doctor's instructions and could be laced with other stuff depending on who you got them from.” Larry lectures.

“It’s not that big a deal. You do drugs.” She scoffs.

“I smoke weed, Juniper. Weed won’t kill me. It’s a plant that grows in the ground. Do you know what is actually in these?” Larry holds the bottle up again. He almost never used her full first name. She just shrugs.

“It helps me stop feeling pain.”

“Oh and that makes it okay?” He crosses his arms in anger.

“It does for me.” She tries to sit up with the help of Sal.

“Oh my god! Do you want to die?!” JJ just looks up at Larry, not answering his question. Larry grabs up the pills from the sheets on her bed and walks out.

“What are you doing?” JJ forces herself up and stumbles after him. He storms into the bathroom. She chases him, Sal following behind her. As she stops in the doorway he is dumping the pills in the toilet. “Stop!” She shouts and Sal grabs her to keep her from jumping at him.

“Hey, hey.” He pulls her from the bathroom as he whispers in her ear. “Calm down. Come on.” He forces her back into her room and turns her to face him grabbing her wrists as she struggles against him. “J. Hey, look at me. Open your eyes.” He tries to keep his voice calm as she has her breakdown. She opens her eyes to look at him. They were tear filled and angry.

“He can’t just do that!”

“He was doing it to help you. We are going to take you to see a doctor. Get you some help.” He explains, keeping his voice soft. She stops fighting and stares at him with wide eyes.

“No… I can’t see a doctor. Sal, don’t make me go see a doctor. Please. Please.” She cries as she shrinks into his chest. He wraps his arms around her as they fall to the floor together. .

“You need to. You need help.” He rubs her back to comfort her.

“No. No, you… you can help me. Sally, you can help me.” She sobs. The way her voice broke when she said his name and begged just killed him inside.

“This is me helping you.” He whispers. “How long have you been taking those?” She just buries her face in his chest, shaking her head. Larry walks back in with Ash. He had explained to her what was going on. She looks at JJ sadly. Larry walks in the room and begins searching her drawers. JJ looks up from Sal’s chest.

“What are you doing?” She tries to stand but Sal keeps her down with him. Larry doesn’t answer, just keeps searching. He doesn’t find any more bottles but does find a phone buried in her undergarment drawer. “Get out of that drawer, creep!”

“I’m not a creep when I am trying to help you.” He shuts the drawer and holds up the phone. “Where did you find the money for a damn drug phone, Juniper? You aren’t even working.” JJ swallows down the lump building in her throat. Larry shakes his head and throws the phone roughly to the ground before grabbing a bat from the corner of her room and smashing the phone to as many bits as he could. JJ just stares at the broken phone, blinking back more tears. Larry throws the bat to the floor and looks at his friend. He scoffs and walks out of the room. Ash follows after him as JJ starts to cry.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m scared, Sal.”

“Shhh…” He strokes her hair as she lays into his chest. “We’ll help you. I’ll help you.” He whispers.

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