#And when he was like “hey woah what’s got you so pumped up?��

[poisoned-pearls]

Because Jamil and Azul wanted Nami to know both of their own languages, after she had started speaking they adopted the “one parent, one language” model for bilingual children (and eventually adding ‘English/standard common language in twst which for me would be English’ at school and other places)

This did however lead to an era where Nami had absolutely NO CLUE that her parents could actually speak to each other. She’d grown up hearing abt the mermaid princess SHE got a husband without saying a word it made perfect logical sense that her parents were together despite being unable to speak to each other as well.

So for the longest of time, whenever one would give her a little test (like Jamil asking her to bring Azul a folder he left in the living room to his office) she took it with GREAT importance, because SHE was their only lifeline!! Only She could foster the communication between them, so she had to make sure it was perfect!!!

Genuinely she believed 100% her dads had never spoken a word to each other. There was one time specifically where Jamil was leaving to go hang out with ruggie, and she ran off to go say goodbye at the door. Azul absentmindedly just went “tell your baba I love him!” As she scurried off and her little brain just exploded.

Bc that was also the first time she had ever been told that! To her this was the first time Azul had EVER said I love you to Jamil. She fucking RAN to Jamil and just jumped while going “papa said he loves you!!!1!1!1!!1” bc to her this was like. The BIGGEST moment ever.

(Of course Jamil was not entirely aware of her thought process at that moment, and simply kissed her on the forehead before saying “goodbye dear. Could you tell him I love him too?” Which lead to little Nami freaking out more and like. Basically jumping Azul on the couch. That is when Azul REALIZED that she thought they just spoke their one language-)

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nct dream reaction ˚୨୧⋆˚

sleepy sex with the dreamies

cw: no pronouns mentioned but reader has female anatomy, mature, explicit smut, although not explicitly stated—any somnophilia is strictly consensual, established relationship in all of these, little to no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex (this is fiction. pls protect urself), overstimulation, pet names, cum play/cum eating, spit, crying, just pure filth fr... all are pretty long... i got too into it...

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark

it doesn't happen often, but on nights where mark wakes up at an ungodly hour, squirming and coated with a layer of sweat, his first instinct is to look over in search of you. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard in his shorts. he had just had the most obscene dream about you, and now his tip was so sensitive that even the fabric brushing against it made him hiss and shudder.

instinctively, his eyes open and he blinks away any sleep that remains, knowing he can't rest under these conditions. he turns and lets his gaze land on your figure that lays beside him. even in the darkness, he can make out your form, shirt lifting to sit at the small of your waist. hesitantly, mark lifts the covers to reveal your bottom half, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping out at the view of your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath your shorts.

there’s a sense of shame that awakens within him when he circles an arm around you and presses his front into your thigh with a low groan. mark's hips have a mind of their own, wiggling incessantly until his breathing has grown erratic against your side.

"...mark?" you shift around a little, turning to face him.

"hey, baby," he mumbles. he leans to hover an inch or two above you, dipping down to let his lips press into your cheek. lazily, he drags them over the corner of your lips and your jaw, leaving a wet trail along your skin.

his hums are low, and not for one second has he stopped rubbing himself against your side. in a matter of seconds, the pre cum that leaks from his head has dribbled onto his gray joggers, and a soft sigh leaves his mouth. your brows dip until you blink in realization and look down, mouth parting.

"mark,"

"i need you so bad," he explains.

immediately, your thighs rub together and your mind fogs as his eyes stare into yours, low with sleep and dark with want. you can just make out his delicate features, soft and flushed as he blinks at you tiredly. his bottom lip is wet with spit or maybe drool, and you lean in to kiss it.

"please, i need you, too," you whimper, and he squeezes your waist tighter in response, pulling you closer until the two of you are chest to chest and your boobs are pressed flat against him.

he wastes no time pressing his mouth to yours and letting his tongue push past your lips, feeding you a lewd groan when your leg hikes up around his waist. your clothed cunt is now rubbing directly up against him, clenching around nothing.

"tell me what you want," his words are whispered against your lips, and he slides his hand over your ass, fingers brushing your shorts aside to slide between your folds and collect your slick, "woah, baby. you're so wet already,"

"can't help it," you mutter weakly, grinding down into his digits.

"you like my fingers? wanna ride them, baby?" he teases your entrance, but you shake your head, too distracted by the outline of his entire length pressed against your pelvis.

"no.."

you clutch as his shirt to pull him closer and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"use your words, babe," the sigh that leaves your lips when he flattens his fingers against your pussy makes his jaw go slack, eyes narrowing on your face. his dick twitches at the way your pupils are blown out and unfocused, your wetness squelching on his palm whenever he rubs you.

"please," you whimper, "i just want you inside of me, want you making me feel good.."

"since you asked so nicely," he's pulled down his boxers in seconds, hand pumping himself a few times before he rubs himself between your lips so he can use your arousal to slip in smoothly.

his tip, however, barely pushes into you before he's forced to bury his face in your neck, whining out, "baby, you're too tight, it'll hurt for you,"

"no, it's fine," you blurt, reaching for his hips, "please,"

you clench around him and he grunts, "let me stretch you out on my fingers firs-"

"please, please, please..."

he takes one more experimental thrust, teeth nibbling on your ear lobe, "you sure? i don't wanna hurt you,"

you nod quickly, slurred praises tumbling from your lips, "'feels so good, baby.."

"okay, okay," his hips push past any resistance and he squeezes his eyes shut as he bottoms out. the fluttering of your walls has him seeing stars, and he's desperately trying not to bust already.

when you beg him for more, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and obliges, letting his pace speed up gradually although he's still careful to watch for any signs of your discomfort. he fails to find any, only your usual soft features molded into pleasure, giving away how you're barely holding it together.

your brow is pinched, eyes glossed over, pants and moans falling from your lips.

"you like that?"

a chant of yeses are whimpered against his cheek, which you lean in to kiss as the pressure in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you.

"damn, baby, you're coming already?" he tries to tease you but he eats his words instantly, a dragged out moan rumbling from his chest at the feeling of your walls pulsing and contracting.

"baby, ease up—you're gonna, oh, fuck," he slows down, "you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that,"

"i can't, i can't control it.. keep going, please,"

he can't deny you, despite knowing he can't hold on any longer. his hips snap into yours and you cry out, coming a second time and in turn, pushing mark right over the edge.

he empties himself into you as your thighs start trembling, cum shooting from him and filling you up.

by the time he comes down, his tip is so sensitive that he can't even try to muffle the noises that are coming out of him. he's shamelessly whining out, gaze focusing only on your pretty flustered face. he's intent on keeping his movements from stuttering, so that you can savor every last bit of your orgasm, and he only slows down once your breathing fully calms.

both of you have worked up a sweat, foreheads pressed against each other and breaths mixed.

"that was..."

"i know."

"we should wash up," he suggests weakly, though his lids are already falling closed. you shake your head in protest.

"too tired, baby.. in the morning,"

mark is too exhausted to argue, too comfortable in your embrace to get up. his dick is still buried deep within your warm walls. he settles for staying still, wrapping his arms around you so he can hold you as close as possible, humming while you drift to sleep.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ renjun

renjun's wake up call this morning is unlike any other. his eyes open in slivers to guard himself from the harsh light that seeps in through the blinds. only for a moment does he think about going back to sleep but his idea fades as he realizes there's a weight pushing down on his lap, a blurry silhouette hovering over him.

"renjun? sorry for waking you..." you mumble, except you don't sound sorry at all.

your boyfriend lets out a dragged out, confused sound beneath you and you giggle, rolling your hips forward again to grind yourself along his length. there's a bit of drool gathered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are still swollen and puffy from sleep, but he's grown fully aware of your ruse by now.

he looks down at the spot where your bodies meet, watching through his slightly blurred vision the way your pussy lips part when his wet head pokes out. his dick is hard, pressed flat against his stomach.

"what's got you so needy this early in the morning?" he says quietly, bringing his hands up to grip your waist and thighs.

meanwhile, your hand slips between your legs to rub at your folds, "had a dream about you," your own moan interrupts you, "then, i looked over and noticed the tent in your shorts... i couldn't help myself,"

"i'm glad you didn't," he mutters. he rubs his eyes quickly and looks over to you again, letting his thumb roll over your nipple, "you look so pretty in the mornings,"

you blush at his compliment, "so do you," and lift your hips in order to guide him toward your entrance. with your lip between your teeth, you slide down him slowly. both of you breathe out in relief at the same time, and your lips pout slightly at the pleasure shooting through your core.

"nng-aah, w-wait." his hands fly to still you and you tense up.

"what's wrong-"

"nothing, i just-" renjun's eyes roll back slightly, "don't wanna come too quickly."

you smirk, "oh?" and lift yourself up again before sitting back down. instantly, your boyfriend brings his palm to his mouth, sinking his teeth down as the blood rushes to his cheeks and tip.

"i need you, jun. i can't wait any longer," you tease, and your pace picks up a bit. renjun tries to warn you again, but his words are slurred, unintelligible behind the hand that clasps over his lips.

his pretty eyes are hazy, and he's watching helplessly as you start bouncing above him. your moans and whines are driving him wild, and the way your walls constrict around him has his thighs trembling against the quietly squeaking mattress.

"i'm not gonna last," he breathes out, and you shake your head.

both of your hands come up to his chest for support and you lean down to kiss his cheek, "it's okay, you can come,"

and he does, before the last syllable even falls from your lips. he's practically whimpering as his dick twitches incessantly. the feeling is overwhelming, mind-blowing, and he decides that perhaps, he's coming so hard because he's barely awake. part of him hopes he's dreaming, only because it means he'd be able to do this all over again.

alas, he is awake, and when he opens his eyes again after his orgasm, you're lifting your leg to climb off of him.

"let's shower, yeah?"

"where are you going? get back here," he sits up, your wrist clasped in his hand, "lay down."

he guides you to lay where he did a moment ago, scooting down to place his face right between your legs. renjun doesn't even wait for you to get comfortable before his mouth is on your pussy, lapping up the mix of his come and your arousal from your pulsing hole.

your core throbs against his mouth and you squeak out at the lewd sounds of sputtering, grabbing at one of his hands to tether yourself. his other hand cups your breast, elbows keeping your thighs parted for him.

renjun's eyes flutter closed as he savors you, relentlessly working you until you cry out his name. drops of your release drip down his chin and onto the sheets and you writhe under his hold.

"yes, yes!" your pleas prompt him to shake his head and you gasp out, fingers pressing into his arms to push him off. he doesn't budge, though, too obsessed with your taste and the prospect of overstimulating you. the longer his tongue fucks you, the longer you come, until finally, he comes up for air.

your chest rises and falls in rugged pants, and he only smirks at your state.

"i'll start running that shower for us. how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you nod weakly, and he squeezes your hand.

"it's a shame," he sighs, and you raise your brow at him. he sighs again, "i ate all my cum out of you. i guess i'll just have to fill you up again,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jeno

there's a strange and warm wetness between your legs, most notable when you shift around in your state of limited awareness and feel your thighs gliding seamlessly against one another.

your eyes peek open tiredly, blinking to adjust to the darkness around you. there's a bit of commotion behind you, familiar low grunts that seethe through tightened teeth. jeno lays behind you, body parallel to match your curved form. he was still at schedules when you had fallen asleep, and it seems you didn't hear him come in.

you continue to look around, quickly finding the reason for the slippery situation between your legs. when you glance down, you catch the sight of his angry tip, rhythmically poking out from between your thighs.

normally, jeno prefers engaging in sexual acts when you're awake. he likes watching you fall apart because of him, it gets him off that much faster. tonight, however, he couldn't help himself. when he got home and noticed you had fallen asleep on top of the covers in only a tank top and panties, his already semi-hard dick practically doubled in size.

he had managed to be silent; until now, that is.

"fuck, yes," his voice is strained, no louder than a whisper.

"j-jeno?"

immediately, your boyfriend sucks in a breath and stops his movements. he's quiet for a moment, but when you stir again, he realizes he didn't imagine your soft voice calling for him. he sighs out.

"did i– shit, baby. did i... wake you?" you'd bet anything that his black orbs are blown wide, cheeks red in shame from being caught.

the corner of your lip lifts and you instinctively reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers around his head and pumping a few times.

"s'okay," you mutter sleepily, letting your eyes close again.

he chokes out a needy mewl, "god, i need you so bad, i need to fuck you. please,"

"m'too tired, jen-"

"you don't have to do any of the work, pretty. just lay back, i'll take care of it," his words are cooed, muffled into your back where he rests his forehead for a brief minute. when you nod and whisper out a few soft pleas, he gives your waist a squeeze.

jeno shifts away just enough for his hands to tug at your waist, rolling you onto your back. he doesn't spare a moment, immediately settling between you and spreading your legs apart to see the mess he made.

the bit of light that bleeds into your room from the streetlamp outside bounces off your soaked thighs, coated in a mix of pre-cum and spit. your boyfriend breathes out shakily, bringing his tongue to your skin to lap up some of the wetness.

the pudge of your thighs feels warm in his hands, flesh rolling against his palm as he massages it.

"i love using you...so pretty, all mine," his index finger hooks around the fabric of your panties, shifting it aside to reveal your cunt. with a pleased hum, he licks up the bit of your arousal that drips down your ass, before laying his tongue flat against you. the muscle works you for a moment, slurping and licking until your arousal and his saliva are coating your entrance.

he nuzzles his face deeper still, nose bumping you deliciously and rubbing into your clit when you grind against him. your quiet squeaks are cut off when jeno pulls back, jaw tightening as he spits on you. he dives back in to kiss your pussy then leans back once more, observing his work momentarily until he decides he's satisfied.

hurriedly, he scoots up onto his knees, slapping his dick on your clit a few times, "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?"

you eagerly nod, breathing out shakily as he pushes your legs up and to your chest, literally folding you in half. his left hand is large enough to hold the back of your knees and keep your legs in place, while his right hand guides his tip to push into you.

"mmm baby, 'love how you fill m'up," he understands what you mean even though your words are slurred, and he hisses in response, snapping his hips into yours a little harder. your nails dig into his arm as you whimper, impossibly tight from not being previously stretched out. the burn is delectable, though—a plain reminder of how big he is and how no one else can stuff you quite the same.

the position he has you in allows his tip to nudge your cervix with every thrust until you're squelching around him, sobbing and coming so hard that your vision has turned white. your hand flies to your mouth, eyes squeezing out hot tears that wet your cheeks.

he tries to muster a smug laugh but his jaw goes slack as realizes he's much closer than he thought. some of your juices gush when he pulls out, using his hand to milk himself until he busts all over the backs of your thighs and pussy with a shudder, making his second mess of the night.

his groans are loud and throaty, drawn out until the last of his seed has dripped out of his slit.

"feel free to wake me up like that whenever," you laugh airily. jeno's eyes narrow into cute half moons as he mirrors your smile, chest heaving and glistening. he pushes his hair back, then swipes his palm down his abdomen to wipe away the droplets of sweat that had gathered on his pale skin.

"stay here, let me clean you up."

"it's okay, i can-"

"nuh-uh. i promised i'd do all the work," he bends down to kiss your forehead, "now, let me baby you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ donghyuck

"stay still,"

"sorry. just trying to get comfortable."

he hums drowsily, nuzzling his head between your head and shoulder, cheek squished against yours.

"hyuck.."

he shushes you sharply, turning his face to press a sleepy, wet kiss to your cheek. the arms that snake around your waist pull you in closer until your backside is pressing completely to his front.

there's no perceivable space between the two of you, which you would not have minded any other day. today, however, your boyfriend had spent the majority of his morning playing video games. by the time you woke up, he'd already been smashing his keyboard and yelling into his mic in the next room over for at least three hours.

meanwhile, you woke up alone in your bed, panties wet and stuck to your folds, fantasizing about having hyuck fill you up to start your day. his absence meant you were left to tend to yourself, but your fingers were nowhere near as nice as his and your orgasm was weak and underwhelming. as you waited for him to be done, you showered and had breakfast to make time pass quicker, but he still wasn't done. that was an hour ago.

hyuck had returned a mere 15 minutes ago, annoyed by his performance in the game and claiming he was "in desperate need of a power nap." he curled up to your back and closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, entirely oblivious to your neediness. until now, anyway.

"stop wiggling around! i can't sleep," his speech is slurred and mumbled, and it's obvious he has begun to drift off.

you don't answer or slow your actions, though; instead, you let your lids flutter closed to pretend to match his sleepiness, and roll your ass back into him again. hyuck leans up on his arm to look at you with puffy lips and a raised brow. when you peek open an eye and grind back a little more blatantly, hyuck gasps and grips your hips.

"don't start something you can't finish, baby,"

"i've needed you all day, hyuck! you were off gaming... i had to take care of myself," you whisper-shout, despite there being nobody else in the room. hyuck's mouth parts, brow creasing as lust washes over his tired eyes.

"yeah? i was ignoring you all day, huh?" he leans down to lick the shell of your ear, breathing his next words into it, "let me make it up to you.. let me help my needy baby,"

your cheeks glow pink and you fidget a bit as he squeezes your ass, playing with the flesh in his hands. it doesn't take long before he's shimmying your bottoms down to expose you fully. there's a bit of struggle when the covers get in the way, but he's quick to lift them up. as soon as the material of your clothes and panties is just past your knees, he presses himself against you, grunting as his dick swells within his basketball shorts.

you, beyond worked up, reach back for his hand, dragging it over your waist and between your legs. as soon as he feels you, he laughs.

"hmm, what are we gonna do about that, now?" you don't even answer, letting your actions speak for you. you take your lip between your teeth, maneuvering his fingers to rub circles onto your needy clit.

"that feel good?" when you don't reply again, hyuck slaps your folds gently as a kind of warning, making you clench around absolutely nothing, "use your words," he insists.

"yes," you pant, "feels so good, b-but i need more,"

a sort of content sound rumbles from his chest before he takes his hand back. you almost whine out and complain, but as soon as he slides his shorts down and plunges himself into your wet walls, your whine becomes a gasp.

hyuck, perhaps from being tired still, starts thrusting into you at an excruciatingly slow pace—one you may have the patience to ride out another day. today, however, your cunt is throbbing and begging for a worthwhile release.

your movements start as sloppy squirms, the walls of your entrance swirling around the head of his dick. he looks down to watch the way his length disappears in you, but his eyes roll back when you find your steady and quick rhythm. his hand flies up to hold your boob and his teeth graze your neck.

normally, hyuck is quite vocal, but the moment your ass cheeks start audibly slapping his thighs, pussy taking him insanely well, the moans and praises begin fall from his lips with zero restraint.

at one point, he's even louder than you.

"push that ass back into me baby, fuck."

"hyuck, i'm-" but you don't get to finish that thought, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you come around him with a yelp.

he holds your hands tight against your chest as you come, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. when he's sure you've milked your release by the way your desperate grinding slows to a stop, he returns to his lazy pace, fucking into you deeply and tenderly.

"so good," he purrs, eyes fluttering closed.

"come for me," you mumble tiredly, and hyuck weakly laughs, digging his nose into your hair. his eyes squeeze shut and you hear the whine that gets caught in his throat when he obliges, stilling and releasing his warm load into your walls.

for a second, you think he might stay there and drift off, but he pulls out and moves to quickly tug your panties up before his cum can spill out of you. he pats your pussy over the soaked through cotton then snakes his arm around you, letting his eyes fall closed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaemin

you will never fail to be impressed by your boyfriend's ability to sleep through seemingly anything.

in fact, despite how long you've dated, there's still no way for you to rationalize this special skill of his; it's practically a talent, and its infuriatingly frustrating. you don't care to admit it out loud, but you are, and always have been, beyond envious.

on days where jaemin goes to bed after you've drifted off, you're always stirred awake by the way the mattress dips to accommodate his tired body. regardless of how gentle he is, how quietly he pads over, lifts the covers, and slips into his side of the bed, he will always wake you up.

it's not like it bothers you! it's something neither of you can help, and you remind him of that every time he holds you close and mumbles that he's sorry for disturbing your rest.

but somehow, here you lie between his legs, hot tongue swirling around his swollen head and licking his slit, and your boyfriend lies completely still, chest rising and falling evenly. he's oblivious to your devious ministrations, even when you start taking him fully into your mouth, moaning and stroking him with your fisted hand in an effort to wake him up so that he can fuck your brains out.

it isn't until you've started trailing kisses along his thighs that he flinches slightly, his muscle twitching under your lips as if whatever you were doing tickled.

"jaemin, please..."

he hums, but he doesn't seem to be fully conscious yet.

"jaemin," you whine. nothing.

alright, fuck it. without thinking it over twice, you bare your teeth and sink them down less than gently on his thigh.

"ah, shi-" jaemin hisses and sits up a bit, leaning back on his elbows. when his hand lifts up the cover and he sees you, he sighs out.

his tone is teasing, the pitch of his voice deeper than usual from sleep, "tsk, tsk... you're so bad,"

"sorry," you giggle, "i've been trying to wake you up for a few minutes now."

"is that right?" he flips the covers away and brings a hand to your chin, his other arm going behind his head, "show me what you were doing, then?"

you hum and bring him to your lips, poking your tongue out to swipe along his shaft.

"fuck, that feels-" he pauses and gulps, "i'm so sensitive,"

"i know," you spit on his tip and pump him a few times, watching how his tired eyelids flutter closed, "like i said, i've been at this for a bit."

"mhm, don't stop. feels good,"

"yeah?"

he nods, gripping your hair to push you down. when he hits the back of your throat, he flexes his thighs, falling back onto the mattress. his free hand is on his stomach, stroking up and down his abdomen that tightens whenever you hollow your cheeks.

"so good to me, baby doll,"

you hum and he echoes you, and you can tell from the way he twitches in your mouth that he's getting close. just as you start bobbing up and down, he pulls you off, replacing his dick with his thumb that pushes down on your tongue.

"what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't make my baby come after she sucked me off so well? come sit on my dick, baby."

your pussy clenches and you moan around his digit, nerves buzzing with excitement. when he retracts his thumb, a string of saliva stays behind and he brings his spit covered finger to play with his slit.

he watches as you kneel, knees digging into the mattress as you peel off each item of clothing hurriedly. when you spin around to face his feet and straddle him, jaemin's laughs. his hands come down to slap your ass, keeping each cheek in his grip to guide you down his cock.

"i love this view," he comments, landing one more slap and soaking in the way your skin ripples from the impact. you lean forward to grab his knees, whining out when he thrusts up a few times.

every time his hips meet the bed again, his shaft glistens in your juices, and it only drives him to rut into you faster, to fuck your warm, gummy walls even harder.

so, he does, and he doesn't stop until his balls are slapping up at your clit and you're babbling out a string of praises.

"fuck, fuck. oh, i'm gonna-" jaemin's words get caught in his throat as he comes inside of you, triggering your orgasm. when you squeeze him, he huffs out, blinking away the sweat in his eyes so he can watch the way your head rolls back and your mouth parts in awe.

"that's right, baby," he reaches of your wrists, pulling your arms to rest on his chest so that your back is arched.

"jaemin, you're s'deep," the new angle is delicious, and he doesn't stop until your fluttering walls are so sensitive that the tears have been drawn from your eyes.

exhausted, you fall to lay beside him. his arms pull you close to his chest and he leans up to press a kiss to your lips.

"well, that was quite the way to start our day, huh?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ chenle

"poke me again, chenle, and i swear to god-"

"what? what are you gonna do?"

you don't answer, simply settling for turning your back to him and tucking the covers under your chin.

"hey," his finger prods at your hip for the umpteenth time, "i asked you a question,"

"chenle, i'm trying to sleep."

"you don't even work tomorrow," he grumbles, scooting closer. you don't know, but the hand that isn't being used to poke you is tucked deep into his boxers, cupping his dick and balls and occasionally massaging them.

once again, you don't reply.

"babe," he snaps. maybe if you ignore him long enough... "babe! babe, babe, babe, baby, babe, ba-"

at once, you flip around, wrapping your fingers around his throat, your other hand slapping over his mouth.

"chenle, i'm actually going to fucking end you," your hair fans around his face and he gulps under your palm.

"not gonna lie," he squeaks, "this is kinda turning me on," you scoff, eyes trailing down his arm to find it tucked away into his groin.

"perv," you flip back around with a huff, but this time, what pokes you isn't his finger.

his member, which he pulls out through the crotch hole, probes your bare ass cheek a few times, smearing his pearly pre-cum all over your skin. he tucks his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin on your neck.

"come on," he whines a bit, "didn't you like choking me?"

"chenle..." your tone is feigning annoyance, but your thighs are starting to press tighter together. tentatively, chenle slides closer, wary of your short fuse. he's careful to not push your limits, trailing his lips along your skin softly.

you hum out quietly, almost reluctant to give in, and he snickers.

"don't hold back. i want you just as bad." when you crane your head towards him, he kisses your lips, maneuvering your panties to the side in a smooth gesture, "this okay?"

"yes. please, chenle," you breathe into his mouth when he pushes into you, sliding into your warmth. his fingers tap your thigh so that you can hike your leg up. as soon as he has better access, his thrusts grow a little more eager, and as you grow wetter, the sound of him fucking you echoes around the room.

the sheets tangle between your fingers when he pushes all the way into you. he stops like this and you yelp out, completely stuffed, his balls pressed against your needy bud.

a strangled sound comes from chenle's throat from the way your walls are involuntarily fluttering, milking and massaging his length in random bursts. when it becomes a bit too much to sit through, he starts his pace again.

the pressure starts building in your abdomen in no time, but it doesn't last long; before you can fully relish in the feeling of your creeping orgasm, chenle's dick is out of you.

"fuck this," before you can say anything, his hands are turning you around to face him, pulling your leg up and around his waist, "wanna see you," he's explains quickly, then he's back inside of you with a wet squelch, gripping your hip hard enough to leave a bruise. at the way his eyes dig into yours, your jaw goes slack.

"a little more," you purr, and he snaps his cock into you harder, only realizing you've started to come because your voice has cut out and you've stopped breathing for a second, vision blurry from the wave of pleasure. the grip your hands have on his shoulders is deliciously tight, and you try tugging him closer.

chenle grunts, "where do you want it?"

"i-"

"baby, i'm gonna come," he chokes out, "where do you want it?"

"can't make a m-mess," you sigh out, "jus' changed the sheets,"

"baby," he urges and you nod, unintentionally squeezing his dick even tighter.

"inside! inside, please!"

his thrusts falter as he releases, painting your insides with streams of his seed. his smugness doesn't waver. he comes inside of you until he's pumped you full of every last drop, just as you had asked, and then instantly scoffs, laughing at your fucked out face.

"and here you were talking so much shit,"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jisung

whatever prompted you to drift into your state of unconsciousness with your legs spread open, jisung doesn't know. what he does know, is that his long and slender fingers are now buried in your cunt, coated in your arousal, and pumping in and out of you slowly.

he hasn't yet decided if he wants to wake you with his actions because part of him wonders if he could make you come in your sleep. so far, with the reactions your body has given him, he thinks he might just be able to.

upon first finding you like this when he woke up from his nap, jisung's dick swelled up in his boxers, tip leaking precum and jolting eagerly in need.

he remembers you mentioning that you wanted to be touched in your sleep, but your boyfriend had never before found an opportunity so perfect to fulfill your fantasy.

he wanted to, but every time he intended to wake you up to his tongue, or his fingers, or even his cock, you had fallen asleep with your legs were pressed together. he knew you might wake up if he repositioned you at all, and he was a bit embarrassed to get caught before he’d even gotten started. today was unlike any of those days, though.

today, your thighs were perfectly sprawled apart, showcasing your pretty folds that barely hid under your shorts. unable to keep himself from such a convenience, jisung brought his index finger to toy with your clit a little, just out of curiosity. in seconds, he noticed the shiny wetness that gathered at your entrance. when he slid his index finger in you and found no resistance, he let out a shaky breath, and that's how he found himself where he is now.

his index and middle finger are stuffed knuckle deep in you, free hand groping his own cock. he's been keeping track of each miniscule change in your body language and currently, his jaw hangs open at the way that even in sleep, your tight pussy is gripping his fingers like a vice, fluttering when he dares to curl his digits and rub your sweet spot.

your lips, which were previously pressed together, are now parted, and your eyebrows are pinched down at the center, almost in confusion. your breathing is faster, too, and he's moments away from ditching his plan to make you come like this.

he's itching to fuck your cunt fast with his fingers, to wake you up and make you come hard until you've soaked his forearm, but then, he hears you mumble something, and he decides to pick up his pace only a subtle amount.

"mmm, ji," you wiggle a bit, "feels good,"

"does it, baby?" he whispers, but you can't answer. you're not awake yet.

he adds his ring finger and your mewls grow desperate, your hands reaching across the bed for anything to grab. jisung knows you well enough to know you're close. he's made you come countless times before, and this wriggling is precisely what you do before you come undone.

ever so carefully, he brings his mouth down to connect to your clit, and as soon as he does, you gasp, eyes blinking open as you finally realize what's happening.

"holy shit, i'm coming," you moan out. your hands disappear into his hair, finally having something to hold and tug on as your back arches and your toes curl. when his teeth graze your bundle of nerves, presumably from the accomplished smile on his face, your leg makes its way over his shoulder to pull him closer, and the two of you hum in unison.

jisung is shamelessly fucking the mattress now, stalling himself so that you can ride out your high on his face and digits. he loves pleasing you just as much as he loves getting off, and the look that you give him when you finally come down has him reeling. his balls are fucking full, and he's so close that he thinks he could come right then and there.

you're shaking with overstimulation, face slightly puffy from sleep. your cheeks are bright red, your pupils are dilated, and the cutest little tired smile is playing on your lips. when you tug his hair gently, he understands it as you pulling him to you.

obediently, he withdraws his fingers and wipes away your wetness from his chin, attaching his mouth to yours to kiss you deeply and desperately.

"was that good?" he mumbles against your lips. you giggle and he does the same, pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"that was fucking great," you kiss him again, "but i wanna make you feel good, too."

"i'm close, but i just wanted to wait until i was inside you,"

with a soft grin, your hands tug his hips closer and jisung kneels with your thighs resting over his own, perfectly aligned with your sopping wet folds.

"fill me up, ji. such a good boy," he groans, both turned on and embarrassed at the same time from the nickname. he knows you're sensitive, so he slips in slowly, and that's all it takes for him to release his thick white cum into you. his head falls into the crook of your shoulder, and you rub his back as he thrusts shallowly, savoring his climax.

⋆ ★

[princessbrunette]

jj with baby mama that he has a past with. like, they aren’t currently talking, a fight or something, and it’s real awkward. he’ll still show up to appointments but even the doctors like 🧍‍♀️

so they aren’t really talking, it’s awkward, ect. and then she’s calling him real late at night, and he’s picking up. they still love eachother, obvi, but just haven’t been showing it. and she’s just in tears, sobbing her eyes out in worry and panic about how she doesn’t want to give their kid a broken home, no family, ect. does he go to her 🥹

stopp omg i’ll cry rn :((

jj just sitting up in the middle of the night hearing his phone ringing and when he sees your name he panics a little because something must be wrong right? you’d never just call him randomly?

and he panics even more when he groggily picks up and hears your little cries on the other side of the phone, making him sit up a little more, waking up fully :(

“hey? woah talk to me, talk to me what’s happened?”

“nothings happened jj just— god, this was stupid i shouldn’t have called—”

“its okay, hey— what’s with the tears?”

“its just… god, okay. i’m here right now, all alone with this baby in my tummy and i just— i feel so alone. i’m doing this all by myself, and it’s scary, and— and i’m just screwing this kid over already because she’s gonna grow up in a broken home because you don’t even like me and i understand— im ruining your life right now i get it but —”

“woah, okay— pump the brakes. who said i didn’t like you?”

“well, i’m having your baby?”

his heart just breaks. your voice is just so small and scared and you’re blaming yourself when he’s the one who knocked you up and he just wants to slap himself. this was on him.

“babe.” he sighs, and it’s the first time he’s called you that since he put the baby in you. “this is all on me, alright? all of it. i was irresponsible, and i got a shitty pullout game, yeah? so let’s get that straight, none of this is on you.” he clarifies, and you hear him rub a hand over his face. “secondly i— of course i like you. shit, i more than like you. you’re carrying my baby. i love that little girl more than anything in this world already, and…. i’m sorry i’ve been super fuckin’ shitty. i think i was scared but like, that’s dumb because i’m not the one carrying it obviously so — long story short i should have been there for you. i… wanna be there for ya, kid.” he takes a breath.

there’s silence on the other end of the line for a bit, but he knows you’re still there because of the sniffles. “jj…”

“yeah?”

“can you come over?”

“i’m already half way out the door.”

[skinomyteethh]

Hi!! Can you please write a James Hetfield smut? Like, something where you guys went to a small get together with the rest of Metallica and their families. And James sees you holding Lars’ kid, and gets excited because of how cute you look holding a baby. And that night, when you guys arrive home, there’s breeding smut with dirty talk? Thanks!!

pretty mama

pairing; james hetfield x fem! reader

summary; james sees how adorable and perfect you look as a mom, and he just has to breed you.

contains/warnings; breeding kink, fingering, little hair pulling, creampie, may contain spelling/grammar errors.

authors note; woah two posts in one day?! i actually have no idea how to write like a breeding kink scenario so i hope i did okay! also I had no idea how to end it

the sound of baby babbling adorably accompanied the rest of chatter in the dining room. a small smile spread across her face as she quietly cooed and played with lars' one year old baby boy, for james the whole scenario was a sight for sore eyes. he sat down in-front of her with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed, he occasionally inputted into whatever conversation they were having.

james seemed irritated but he was actually far from that. he pondered what it would be like to have children with [name], or rather how stunning she'd look pregnant with his kid. the idea was incredibly arousing and adorable, the whole mom look seemed to suit [name] perfectly, james couldn't wait until they got home. fortunately, the nightly 'hangout' ended rather quickly which left [name] in the kitchen, washing the dishes peacefully.

he inched closer to the origin of the soft humming, wrapping his strong arms around her, peppering soft kisses down the right side of her neck. [name]'s smile grew as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, glancing at james lovingly. "hey baby.." she mumbled, bringing his head up and in-front of hers, placing a soft peck on the bridge of his nose. "I need you.." he hastily breathed out, now gripping onto her waist.

she was slightly taken aback by his boldness, it wasn't unusual yet she just did not expect him to be in such a mood at this very moment, though she still consented. in a matter of minutes she was naked, her face was pressed against the plethora of pillows. her legs were mounted on james' shoulder as he licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, lapping his tongue over it.

the movements of his wet, red tongue made her bruised and bitten lips, part open, moans continuously spilling out. animalistic growls erupted from james as he continued to deliciously eat her out. he then halted his movements, laying her legs flat against the bed. his left hand grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over, pressing his chest against her back.

he stuck his middle and ring finger of his right hand out, bringing them up to her mouth. she opened her mouth, beginning to suck on his fingers as if they were something else of his, [name] closed her eyes, slowly bobbing her head up and down his fingers, whining as he whispered countless praises into her ear. after a couple minutes his fingers were soaked in her saliva, he retrieved his fingers from her mouth, letting go of her hair.

james' hand then spread her soaked folds with his left hand, slowly rubbing her clit again with his right hand, spreading some of her arousal onto the pads of his fingers before sliding his fingers into her tight entrance, pumping them in and out, biting his bottom lip as he heard the vulgar sounds her desperate cunt made as he finger fucked her. the pleasure she felt now inched her even closer to cumming.

as she was on the verge of her release her hands gripped the white sheets, almost screaming into the pillows in-front of her until james' pulled his fingers out of her. upon the loss of contact and pleasure she furrowed her brows, and just as she opened her mouth to protest she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her entrance. her grip on the sheets tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white.

he brought the tip of his cock from her hole down to her clit, rubbing his tip against it, smudging his precum on it. james slowly inched his dick back up to her entrance, inserting himself, his breath hitching as he felt her tight, warm and sort of velvety walls wrap around him. with how aroused he was it wouldn't take much for him to cum.

groan, grunts, whines and moans filled the room as james began to thrusted into her, his hands grasped onto the fat of her hips and occasionally her ass, leaving small crescent shaped marks on both. "I'm gonna fuckin' fill you up and make you the prettiest, sexiest mom ever, holy fuck." he mutter as his thrusts became sloppier and his breathing became more rapid and ragged.

with a couple final, harsh thrust both of them came at the exact same time, he pushed deep inside her, not pulling out for a few minutes, but when he did james watched as his semen spilled out of her hole, and pushed it back in with his lip, continuing to bite down on his bottom lip, and now before both of them knew it, they'd be parents.

[yoonisweakforthishero]

Hey Yoon!!!!🥰

I saw the request open so if you don’t mind taking my request can you do a one for Eunjang + Union boys who has a girlfriend who is very beautiful and get hit on by boys all the time.

Thank you!!😊

𓇻 When you get hit on all the time

Feat. Gray, Ben, Gerard, Alex, Donald, Jake, Wolf x gn!reader

Warnings. suggestive for donald

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I didn't know what to write for a while but hopefully this is good :> I hope you enjoy!

Gray yeon

Ever since you started to date him, Gray has constantly talked about studies and how you should apply to the same cram school to “increase your grades.”

But his intentions involved also giving himself an excuse to spend more time with you.

You eventually gave in because well.. he does have a point… A little bit of studying could certainly help your grades.

He always seems to have extra classes which means that you usually tend to wait for him so you can walk home together.

“Hey sorry y/n did you wait for a long time..?” gray would suddenly pop up, always feeling bad to make you wait after him.

“Not at all! Let’s go already!” You grabbed him as you got up and ready to go, smiling at him reassuringly.

Gray hasn’t really told you this before but he’s glad you’re in his life. Simple moments like walking together always seem to remind him of how lucky he is to have you.

As you were walking home together, some guys started to check you out. Not an unusual thing in your life but it still is very uncomfortable every time.

One of them chased after you. “Hey sorry, I was just wondering if I could get your number? You’re really pretty,” He said, bowing down as he presented his phone.

You can tell Gray feels jealous or uncomfortable because he suddenly became stiff. Honestly, if looks could have killed, I assure you he would have been dead.

“They’re taken,” He assured the guy coldly, taking your hand immediately. “Come on y/n… Let’s go this way,” he would softly whisper to you, pulling your hand a bit.

After you have gone a bit far, you start to recognize the street you’re in. This is the way to Master Arcade.

“I must be lucky to have you since everyone else can also see your worth,” he would tell you while holding your hand closer, he smiles at you and pats your forehead.

“A game of Tekken?” he would ask you, getting some coins out. “Oh you’re so on! I have been practicing lately so I can take you out!” You point to him as your sudden competitive spirit comes out. 

He looks at you softly as you pump your fists into the air walking into the arcade.

How was he this lucky to have you love him? 

Ben park

I know Eunjang is an all boys school but for the plot we will ignore this fact :>

“Hey, you heard? Apparently there’s a hottie in class 1-7.” A group of guys commented “Yeah, I heard they look like they came from a tv drama.” They would whisper to each other. 

Curiosity will eventually kill these cats because they were on their way to see who the pretty hottie is that everyone is talking about. 

“Woah! They’re absolutely beautiful,” They chatted as they would form around your classroom door. “Dude you should totally go ask for their number. You’re one of the most popular guys,” 

“Yeah.. You know what? I will.” The group started to hype each other to go ask for your number. “Wait! But guys if the rumors are also right.. Then… they are dating Ben Park..” The last words rolled off his tongue slowly, warning the others as if trying to avoid a stirring storm.  

“Really? Well I mean… Do you see him? Cause I don’t so” He started to state it cockly. “I’m getting their number if it’s the last thing I do.” He started to comb his hair with his hand, preparing himself.

“Oh.. well it might be the last thing you do then,” a voice stated from behind. Startled by this, the group turned around to see none other than Ben Park at the entrance of your classroom with a plastic bag. 

 Trembling the group realized that maybe this could certainly be the last thing they do. Maybe they should have been careful on what they say if they don’t want it to come true.

“We.. were just about to leave,” one of the guys mentioned as they started to slowly move out of the place. 

“Unless you really want it to be the last thing you do, don’t come back to get their number. They’re already taken.” Ben looked back at them to stand his point. They didn’t even dare to look back and all Ben could hear was whispers from them. “Shit dude, I told you they were taken.”

Like a lightswitch, his sudden dark person turned into the overgrown puppy you know. “Babe! I got us some snacks and drinks!” He announced as he got into your classroom. 

“Thank you! Also you didn’t get into another fight right? I heard some noise outside the classroom again.” You asked him as he took the chair in front of your desk, your hand on his cheek checking for any wounds.

“No… But y/n. I do have a question..” Ben slowly asked as if he was entering a dangerous area. He held his head with his hands and looked at your table, refusing to look into your eyes. 

“If hypothetically.. Some guys that were actually good looking came and gave you their number.. What would you do?” His eyes finally lifted up to look into yours.

“What? Where did this come from? Ben, you know I have eyes for you only. As long as you want me to, I will always love you.” You stroke his cheek affectionately trying to melt away any worries or insecurities he might have.

“Well then that’ll be for a long long time won’t it?” He smiled softly at you and you could almost see an imaginary tail wagging perked up at your response. “Yeah it certainly will be for a long time,” you chucked at his fast mood switch. 

“Come here babe!” He called out to you as he grabbed your wrist to pull you out of your chair and into a big hug.

It stayed that way until the teacher had to literally drag him out when break was over because he refused to let go of you. 

Gerard Jin

It’s no secret that you’re beautiful and it’s less of a secret that Gerard likes to admire your beauty. 

Gerard’s gaze has been stuck to you ever since he first saw you. He always admires you like a painting in a museum.

Sometimes it isn’t noticeable that he’s admiring, because of his broccoli head no one really knew where his eyes were looking.

Other times, it’s a bit noticeable and you would make accidental eye contact. Always end up with him blushing. 

The funny thing is that now that you're dating, he still blushes after you catch him staring at you. 

Another thing is that since he also cut his hair, it's so easy to tell when he's looking at you.

"You're staring at me again.." you would call out to him. Sitting down next to him, you can see he laid down as he nuzzles his head with his arms. 

"... You're beautiful," is all he would say. If you turn to look at him, you can see him becoming nervous.

It's honestly cute how nervous and shy he still gets even after dating you for a bit now. 

"Oh.. I almost lost track of time because of you. I need to head to my part time," he started mentioning. "Well then let's go together!" You pat his head, signaling him to stand up. 

Maybe because of the slight difference in height, it always felt safe to walk around him with. No matter where you went.

Suddenly a group of guys would come up to you. "Hey, we were wondering since you're pretty if you would give any of us a shot?" One of the guys at the front asked you.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, you were unsure of what to do. "They are really pretty aren't they?" Gerard would softly laugh as he put his arm around you. 

Gerard trusts you so much that he feels like he doesn't need to reject guys for you. He knows that deep down you love only him. 

Grabbing Gerard's hand and pulling yourself closer to him, you rejected their offer. The guys looked disappointed but they didn't try to persuade you any further. A no is a no and they understand that.

The trust that this guy has in you is so strong that not once has he ever doubted you. He knows many guys are trying to date you and yet he trusts that you respect the relationship enough to never give your number. 

Every time someone flirts with you, he just holds you close. That's all he needs to know you're still there with him.

"How about I get you delicious chicken after my shift?" He would ask sweetly. "Employees discount! Plus Ttosikki Chicken is the best," He added, his mouth watering just at the thought. 

"Chicken is a great comfort food don't you think?" He would say as he stops for a moment to peck your forehead for a moment. 

Close to him, you can hear his heart beating for you only.

Alex go

Alex Go saved a whole universe in his past life. Or at least that's what he kept thinking when the most gorgeous person said they have feelings for him as well. 

I mean what other reason would there be for this literal divine figure to like him. 

Even Ben got jealous that Alex has such an amazing person. "Man, you really scored with y/n.. So lucky.. When will it be my turn," Ben would tell him the first time you guys started dating. 

Yet at least Ben respected your relationship unlike other jerks who would not only swear they could totally win your heart if they tried but also beat Alex and put him in his place.

At first he tried to ignore it but the insults were starting to get to him and eventually he got into more fights than he needed to. 

Ben was worried. More than anything, you were especially worried because you would always see the aftermath of the reckless fights he would get in.

As much as you hate it, you would always bandage his wounds as best as you could. Always begging him to please stop getting into so many unnecessary fights.

"Are we still up for pool?" You texted Alex just to make sure something didn't come up.

"Yeah of course. Can't wait to see you :)" Alex texted back as he put his phone in his pocket and hurried into the pool hall that by now he's probably a VIP customer.

You moved your way to the pool hall and as soon as you opened the door you saw Alex already waiting for you at the table the group always plays in.

“Game on y/n!” Alex greets you as he grabs your hand and leads you toward the game.

You could pick what the loser and winner gets and he wanted a kiss every time he won, really making him concentrate in the game. 

He just kisses your cheek when it’s your turn to throw you off balance and it worked the first few times. Cheating? Yeah possibly but not according to him. 

When it was his turn, the door suddenly fling open which startled the both of  you. It also caused him to completely miss the shot and the ball going the opposite direction he wanted it to.

A bit annoyed but nevertheless tried to ignore them but them on the other hand? It was clear that they were interested in you two. You specifically.  

One of the guys starts to approach your table and starts leaning against your pool table. 

“I’m making the first move when it comes to talking, so I’m expecting you to make the first move when it comes to kissing.” He says as his body suddenly leans towards you, giving you a sly smirk.

“Back off prick.” Alex pushes him back and gets in between you. He is not taking this disrespect and right in front of him as well. The nerve of this guy. 

“And who are you supposed to be? I don’t have time for idiots like you.” The guy starts laughing at him and that was the last straw Alex needed. 

A fight broke out and you tried your best to control it. Eventually Alex beat them but he wasn’t in the mood to play anymore. Besides being ashamed of how easy it ticked him off, he left without another word.

You followed him, calling out to him trying to get his attention. Eventually he stopped and you were able to reassure him.

“I’m sorry y/n..” He whispered to the point you almost didn’t hear him. “Alex.. You know I care for you a lot so I get worried when you get into fights like that. I love you a lot and don’t want to accidentally lose you or anything.. You know?” You told him gently. 

That hit a spot for Alex. He understands that feeling better than anyone else. “Yeah.. I know..”

“So promise me you won’t get into any more unnecessary fights okay? I treasure you so I don’t want you ruining that beautiful face of yours or I’ll personally throw hands!” Lifting your pinkie, he kisses you instead.

“I promise.”

Donald Na

Being in a relationship with Donald is a bit difficult at times.

That’s because he doesn’t go around saying you’re his partner or anything because he knows how easy of a target that would make you. Him being the Union leader and all of that. 

But he still gets jealous whenever someone tries to make a move on you. Which unfortunately for him are very often.

This is why he always makes sure he creates time to spend with you. Always, If he can’t go announcing you’re his partner and to leave you alone. At least he can spend more time with you in private. 

His favorite way to show everyone that you’re taken without necessarily having to announce it is to mark you. 

He loves to put them everywhere on your body, your neck, collarbone, back, chest, and even stomach. 

It shows everyone you’re his without people questioning it. 

You were on a business dinner with the union when one of the guys that you’re trying to negotiate with won’t stop flirting with you. 

You do subtle glances at Donald to see if he’s looking… Only to make eye contact with him every single time. 

You try to play off the flirtiness and try to come across as professional but this guy just wouldn’t stop. 

“I think this meeting is over. We’ll call you again next time to discuss things.” Donald called off the meeting suddenly. Most of the guys confused left. 

Along with everyone else you tried to leave, when Donald called you. “Not you y/n.. I believe we still have many things to discuss,” he would say in a way that would give you shivers down the spine. 

“Donald.. You know I wasn’t flirting,” you tell him and he nods. “Yes I know.. Come here for a second,” he says as he pats the seat next to him. 

When you got close, he brushed your hair away. You gasp at the cold sudden hands.

“Oh.. I see,” he mentioned quietly. More to himself than anything as if taking a note. 

“It seems like the marks are fading away y/n…” His fingers tracing the marks slowly. 

“Don’t you think it’s time to redo them?” He got close to you enough that you could feel his breath on your collarbone. 

“You have time for me.. Correct?” 

Jake Ji

Jake loves to spend time with you even when you’re both not doing anything particularly together but still in each other's company. 

You can tell when he gets jealous because he whines and gets all clingy.

You get flirted with a lot so it happens often. You've gotten used to it by now. 

“Y/nnnnn, you still love me right? Even if those guys would have given you their number you would still only call me right?”

Although, there was an incident way before. Which honestly halved the people who now flirt with you.

He almost beat to death some assholes who kept harassing you when you said no to them multiple times. One of them even tried to corner you so you couldn’t run away from them anymore. 

It was relieving to see your boyfriend but when you saw a face that even struck fear to you, you felt unsure on what to do or say. 

He beat them up to the point they needed to be hospitalized but if you didn’t call out to him that day maybe they would have been in a cemetery rather than a hospital.

Really it took you completely by shock because you only knew one side of Jake up til this moment, which is the aloof and outgoing guy. 

Easy to say, most if not all the guys who knew about the incident refused to flirt with you.

Yet those who didn’t, well we pray they don’t trigger something in jake to repeat the incident.

Well today you were on a small picnic with him, he was lying down reading his newest manga that he picked up. 

A guy came up to you “Hi sorry to bother but my friend over there thinks you’re cute and he’s too shy to come ask for your number.” He said as he pointed to a group of friends who were elbowing one blond guy. 

“Ah, sorry but I already have someone,” you would just reply as the guy bowed down and retreated away. 

You turn around to look at Jake, a tiny bit worried about his reaction, only to see that he’s just staring into the other guy’s soul.

“Jake…” You called out to him as you waved your hand in front of his face. “Y/n to Jake?” you call out to him softly. 

He just tilts his head to meet your eyes. “Y/n,” he called out to you in a serious voice.

“Do I not look like your boyfriend enough?” Is the very next thing that comes out of his mouth. 

“What-” Before you even got to question him, he added another question. “Should I wear a shirt that says I’m y/n’s boyfriend?” He looks a bit too happy at the idea.

“Jake no-” “Jake yes!” 

After the quick exchange he went back to reading his manga. The only difference is that now he’s laying on your legs. “You love me right?” A sudden question that Jake asked after a moment of silence.

“Jake, of course I do. You know that. I love you and no one will ever take your place. Ever.”

Days later, you realized… he wasn’t joking about the shirt. 

Wolf Keum

You have been dating Wolf for a little bit now which means he has definitely noticed the amount of people that try to gain your number are a tad higher than average. 

Honestly, he wasn’t trying to be possessive or come out as jealous all the time but the amount of people always checking you out was starting to be irritating.

One day, he noticed a guy who seemed way older than both of you was eyeing you. Something in his brain just clicked.. and he started to count.

‘1.. 2…’ and before he got to 3 the guy stopped looking. A sound of disapproval could be heard from him as you looked over wondering what was going on in his head.

From then on, he applies the 3 second rule to you as well. Now anyone that looked at either him or you for longer than 3 seconds would find themselves in Wolf's hands on an alleyway the next night. 

It was late at night and Wolf suddenly texted you. “Sleeping?” Based on past experience, this either means that he’s in front of your house or that he was thinking about you and can’t sleep. 

You look at your window to see a purple hair standing. He looked up to see your face as he waves and smiles. 

Welp, time to get your coat. Meeting him outside, you wonder what he was up to this time.

“Are you hungry?” He softly put his arm around as he looked around. “Convenience store trip?” He asked again. 

“Why not? Let’s go for it!” You told him as you leaned into his body warmth.

At the convenience store you got yourself some cookies and some snacks while Wolf didn’t get much snacks but only a drink and some cigarettes.

You sat on the table outside of the convenience store. There was a bit of wind but not enough to be too cold. In some form it was actually comforting.

Wolf smoked for a bit away from the table. He didn’t want the smoke to constantly be bothering you when you’re trying to eat. 

Yet that’s when a big tall man came up to your table and was starting to flirt with you. You were starting to look uncomfortable as the man sat down on the chair where Wolf was going to sit. 

Wolf noticed and he started to count. “1…” he got up from his crouching position “2..” he put out his cigarette and started to walk towards the table. “3…” he got in front of the guy and smiled. Well, well, well, what a good reason to pick a fight with this new prick. 

He took his glasses off and put them on the table as the guy got up from the chair. “Are you deaf? I said, what are you smiling at?” Wolf didn’t hesitate as a punch immediately landed on the guy’s face.

 Taken back a bit the guy tumbled backwards, he quickly recovered to land a hit on Wolf but it didn’t seem to affect him one bit. 

Wolf only walked closer to him as the guy suddenly got nervous at his opponent. He punched him again only to get no reaction again.. 

Wolf got close and landed punch after punch after punch. When he was no longer reactive, Wolf was a bit disappointed in how quick he gave up. 

“That’s it? Where’s the guy who tried to rob my girl? The guy who got all up in my face?” He said as he grabbed the guy by the hair, only to let him go and kick his head. 

“Wolf..?” You called out from behind. “Nothing to see here, I’m done anyways. Sorry to keep you waiting,” he mentions as he gets close to you. Noticing he has blood on his hand he tries to clean it up.

“Tell me if anyone else bothers you,” He says as he hugs you. His heart was still pumping from the adrenaline he got from the fight.

“Anyone who dares to look at you for longer than 3 seconds.. I’ll put them back in their place because they clearly forget where their level is”

[repairgirl]

michelle || leo valdez x fem!reader songfic

a/n: #2 in songfic series! song: michelle- sir chloe

t/w: alcohol, cursing, substance abuse, mention of vomitting, super smutty and super nsfw

word count: 1.2k

You swayed back and forth to the boom boom boom beat of the music, sipping the raw, bitter alcohol. Travis's party was just what you needed: shots, random boys you didn't care about to grind on and distract yourself with, getting blackout drunk, and basically anything to make you get your mind off of him.

Just thinking about his name made you want to vomit. You were reminded of walking in on him with that other, terrible, Nemesis girl, the half-assed breakup, never getting closure, and endless nights of sobbing and feeling sorry for yourself. Two weeks later, and his words were fresh in your mind like a fresh cut he had just re-opened yesterday. You drank more, feeling dizzy, praying the alcohol would numb your brain.

Fuck him, anyway. You'd show him you could do better. 

"Woah, calm down," a random boy said, approaching you. The darkness and flashing lights of the cabin made it hard to see his face, so you could barely make out his gleaming brown eyes and sepia skin. "You might wanna be careful with that much alcohol."

"You don't know what's best for me," you snapped, your words slurring. The bass pumped in your ears, making your head feel like it was going to explode. 

To your surprise, the boy laughed rather than acting offended. "Okay, I guess you're right. I shouldn't be talking, anyway. I just finished shotgunning this beer,” he answered, showing you his tattered-up Natty Lite can.

Lightheaded and unphased, you allowed yourself to plop on the tattered sofa, the boy crashing next to you. His breath smelled of beer and straight tequila, and you only imagined that yours did too.

"Why?" you asked, inching close to him. His hand rested on his thigh, barely grazing yours under your ripped denim shorts. 

"Why what?"

"Why do you drink? I mean, we all drink for a reason. We're either mad at someone else, or ourselves."

He paused, tapping his leg. 

When you got drunk, you got angry and philosophical. Mad at the world, hyperaware of everything wrong with everyone, the reason why many people couldn't handle you drunk. The reason you usually drank alone. 

The boy leaned back, resting his head against the seat. "I'm lonely. I'm fucking tired of being the seventh wheel, and always feeling like everyone's life is better than mine."

"Hey, I'm lonely too."

"You?" he asked. "Once everyone heard you were single again, they all wanted to get with you. Thought you would even be taken by now."

You scowled. You hated your reputation at camp: the pretty girl who everyone thought they could take advantage of just because she was from Aphrodite. You were tired of being treated like a sex object, especially by your ex, and you wanted to prove them all wrong. "That's exactly the point. All anyone ever wants me for is my body. But apparently even that wasn't good enough for... him."

The boy paused, almost looking sorrowful, and like he regretted saying anything. What was that look he was giving you? Pity? 

"He cheated? I'm sorry... That's rough."

"Yeah, but it's whatever. That's why I drink, anyway," you said, gulping down more of a Coors bottle someone handed you. He looked concerned. 

"You and me, we're opposites. I have to rely on my personality to get me anywhere. All my friends have amazing good looks to rely on.  I have to work for that shit, to even be slightly noticed."

The strobe light shined on him, and you could see his features more clearly this time. Unsure of whether it was you or the alcohol speaking, you noticed his chocolate brown hair, beautiful curls you wanted to pull. 

Most guys repulsed you, especially after the breakup. You wanted them to get their hands off of you, because no one felt right the way your ex did. But every move this boy made, every hungry look he gave you, all of that just made you want him more. He made you feel different. 

"Then we would fit together perfectly," you said, inching towards him. 

He moved his hand to your thigh, rubbing your leg with his thumb. The lights dimmed as the party entered its peak, and the sexual tension between you two increased. 

The boy inched oh-so-slightly to the left so that his hot breath was on your ear, close enough to bite it. "Maybe we would."

Agonizingly slowly, he put one hand on your waist and used another to cup your face. You stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze, your ears and head buzzing from the alcohol. Finally, you both shared a drunken kiss. You didn't even think about what you were doing.

He gripped your waist, and you climbed on his lap. He bit your lip, then sloppily put his tongue in your mouth, not bothering to ask for permission to enter. You kissed back, your tongues swirling together, making out like you were running out of time, running away from the world, running away from your ex, running to each other. 

Once you slowly started grinding on him, he pulled away and whispered in your ear. "Let's take this to a room." 

Once you got to an empty room, the boy twirled you around and pressed me against the wall. He tightened his arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes. You pressed your body as close to his as possible, sticking your knee in between his legs for extra friction. 

"Jump," he growled.

You did as you was told and jumped up so you were face to face, straddling him. He connected his lips with yours and squeezed your ass as he held you, making you moan into the kiss. 

You urgently ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his curly locks. You grinded into him, and he moaned into your mouth.

He set you down and pushed you onto the bed, never letting your lips disconnect. 

One you were on the bed, him towering over you and shoving his tongue in your mouth, he finally put his hands under your shirt, feeling and squeezing your tits. He grinded his member against you, and you shivered in delight, running your fingers over his well defined muscles. 

He started trailing kisses down to your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. Once he did, you let out a loud moan which you had been holding in, which of course only encouraged him to suck harder. Once he was done covering your neck in red spots, he pulled back, giving you that lopsided grin, then he finally hungrily kissed you again. 

Whatever you felt- buzzed because of the alcohol, eager to get a rebound to prove your ex wrong, or solely just sexual attraction, you knew it felt right.

He was taking off your shirt after already discarding his on the floor when you stopped him.

"Wait," you panted. "I don't even know your name."

"Leo. Leo Valdez," he responded, and as he did, you watched his lips, wishing they were back on yours. "You?"

"Y/N L/N."

Leo trailed kisses down your chest, seductivley looking up at you with hungry eyes.

"Y/N L/N, you are a monster from hell."

leo valdez taglist: @slytherindaughterofposeidon0​ @persephil​ @mmmelanie-blog1​ @blue-violin​ @goldengoddess​ @dee-zbignuts​ @animes-trash​ @nottherealslimshady​ @cellias​ @lovemss​

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

i didn't sign up for this!

IKE EVELAND - DAY 3

“Hey, welcome in!” Ike called out as he heard the bells above the cafe door ring. You walked in, shivering with a beige scarf wrapped around your neck, your puffy white jacket covered with snow as you shrugged it off before getting inside. It was nice, being in a warm and cozy small local cafe. You knew almost everyone who worked there, from how frequently you go there, even during rainstorms. You saw your favourite employee (though you always swear you don’t have favourites). Ike always had a somewhat special place in your heart; he was a novelist with a part time job at the cafe, and you were an illustrator. His books were always fun to read, as he showed you a few drafts, but he’s never published one.

“Ike, hey! Could I get-“ You started but Ike already interrupted you.

“The usual? Your iced coffee with three shots of espresso, two pumps of vanilla, chocolate syrup with caramel drizzle and whipped cream? [a/n: stop ok idk any drinks]” He recited, as you had always requested before. It was an extremely random combination, but you always seemed to love it.

“You remembered?- Oh, well, obviously, I always order it,” You said, chuckling, “Yeah, that’s what I’ll get.” He laughed a bit, then nodded. He made the coffee and gave it to you, as you handed him money.

“Have you finished another illustration, (Name)?” Ike asked curiously, leaning on the counter towards you.

“I don’t have anyone who commissioned me yet.” You told Ike, sipping the hot coffee with a sigh of content.

“Maybe you could illustrate the cover for… my book?” He asked hesitantly, fiddling with the golden chain on his glasses. You looked at him, dumbfounded. Ike finally published a book?

“You… got a book published?” You asked him, your excitement climbing. You’ve always wanted him to finally have a book on the shelves, mainly because his writing style was so unique and his books had always piqued your interest.

“It just got through editing. I still need to illustrate a cover for it, then I can publish it.” Ike said in a meek tone, clearing his throat.

“Congratulations!! I would love to illustrate for you! Okay, okay, so!-“ You started off at the mouth with excitement before Ike inevitably stopped you with laughter.

“Okay, okay, calm down (name)!” He laughed, pushing up his glasses, “First of all, are you free anytime this weekend? Maybe we could meet up, y’know, discuss a few things? Or… how does it work for you?” He tilted his head slightly as he looked at you, a shy smile creeping up his flushed cheeks; he was very flustered about your excitement towards something that seemed so mundane for him.

“Yep, yep, I could clear Saturday if that’s cool with you!-“

“Woah, woah, if you have something important for Saturday, we can meet some other time, I don’t wanna like- Take up so much of your time.” Ike said sheepishly, leaning forward as you suggested having to clear a day just for him.

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t worry! It’s nothing important. Just a date that I don’t really want to go to.” You waved it off, chuckling quietly.

“A… date, huh?” Maybe I could take her out on a date… Ike thought as he got embarrassed at the thought. He’s been pining for you for a while, ever since he started to become your friend, “Uh, sure then… If Saturday’s alright, I can do that.”

That Saturday, he ended up meeting with her on Saturday at the cafe again, but just when he wasn’t on shift.

“So what’s your plan for the cover?” You asked, taking your drawing tablet out as he sat beside you after ordering two coffees.

“Uhm… I made a sketch already of what I wanted, I was just thinking that you could just render it?” He asked, taking out a page with a very rough but still talented drawing of his desired cover.

“Sure! It’s a very nice drawing, by the way.” You giggled when he blushed bashfully, shaking his head at your comment while you scanned his drawing to keep most of his originality in the cover while still fixing a few rough patches and such.

“So, uhm… Why did you not want to go on that date?” Ike asked awkwardly as you started to render his sketch on your drawing iPad, since he insisted you stay for lunch.

“Oh, I didn’t really like the person. Honestly just accepted the date to get over talking with them.” You shrugged, looking up for a moment at Ike while you took a sip of coffee, “Why do you ask?”

“Ah, nothing, just curious… Say, if I asked you on a date, would you accept?” Ike asked meekly, turning away from your face.

“Hm, well, sure.” You shrugged, the words not connecting in your mind while you drew, mainly focused on his art. Your response made him become bright red and very flustered.

“Oh- Ah, then… Would… you go on a date with me?” He stumbled through the words, looking down into his cup as he asked, expecting rejection.

“Huh? Oh, uh… Sure.” You replied, looking at him with a surprised expression though you sort of expected it at this point. You’d never tell him how obvious he was though.

[bellygunnr]

Flesh Wound

Miko drops into the seat beside Jack five minutes before sixth period starts. Jack raises a halt-- a closed fist-- to his friend to twist around in his seat and appraise Miko, perplexed by her punctuality. But he notices the white cast swallowing her left arm first and closes his jaw with a snap.

He knows why it’s there. He just didn’t think anything of it yesterday, when it happened.

“...You didn’t say anything was wrong,” he says lowly.

He leans back, glancing around quickly to see if anyone’s watching. Stupid question-- they are, but not because he’s outwardly emotive. Casts and events are just entertaining.

“It didn’t hurt until I got home,” Miko says, insistent. “Weird, right? The doc called it adrenaline shock or whatever. My host family was livid.”

Jack can’t imagine why.

“Is it a sprain or a break? Was it when--?”

Bulkhead had slipped. Breakdown threw him down, shattering desert rock formations and sending everyone running. Miko, like an echo of her ‘Bot guardian, lost her footing and jammed her hands into the packed earth. Jack hadn’t been thinking-- just grabbed Raf and her by the collars and booked it to where Arcee was zipping in for backup.

“It’s a break. I think so,” she says with a shrug. “But hey! It’s my first combat wound! Sort of.”

“But we were running away,” Jack laughs, because her optimism is infectious.

A red-headed kid sidles up to their table. Two more sneak in, pens clasped in their hands. Jack eases out of his slouch and turns back to his friend, yet doesn’t have to pay attention for much longer.

The bell rings. Their teacher is late. Miko ramps the whole class in her story while egging more and more signatures onto her cast.

–

Miko bounces on her heels as Bulkhead sidles up to the curb. His fog lights flash in greeting, followed by the click of his doors unlocking. She hesitates before clambering inside, hauling herself up with just one arm. This is core strength, her brain whispers.

“You would not believe the kind of day I’ve had, Bulkhead!”

“Woah, woah, woah. What is that? On your arm?”

Oh. Right.

“Uhhh, it’s a cast,” she says.

“...Miko,” Bulkhead warns.

She throws her head back against the headrest with a groan. The seatbelt lashes around her without input and the cabin vibrates with the low roar of an engine.

“I promise I’m okay, it’s not even that bad--”

“Was it-- Miko, you’re not allowed to get hurt with me, you know what--”

“Who said it was with you? Come on, Bulkhead. I’ll tell you the truth if you don’t tell the big bot.”

A pause. Bulkhead hisses audibly, either his variable suspension or a false vocal signal. Miko pumps her fist in victory, cringing because it’s her bad arm and it hurts.

“...Deal. Spill, Miko.”

She gives him a huge grin and dives into the truthful recount.

[cupidjyu]

my winning score

eric x reader (request, thanks for requesting my lovely anon!!!)

genre: hockey player eric!!!!!!, misunderstandings, ice skating, dancing, kissing, golden retriever eric ... notes: to my lovely anon, thank you for answering my dumb question SLDKFJ i hope you like this! personally, i don't know much abt hockey but i tried~~ this was literally so fun to write i wrote it in one sitting <3 word count: 0.9k

the crowd was loud, almost deafening with cheers and screams. people were even standing up, pumping their fists in the air at the winning team. but, you didn’t pay any attention to that because a certain person was your spotlight. eric, your boyfriend. 

you watched him with a fond smile as he had just scored the winning point, helping his team win. he was clearly happy, skating over to the rest of the team, giving high fives, exchanging smiles, and even taking off his gloves to shake hands with the opposing team.

then, he backed away from the crowd of players to turn around and search the crowd until he found you. his lips pulled up into a bright smile. when he caught your eye, you couldn’t help but catch yourself smiling too.

but almost immediately, you schooled your expression back to a neutral one.

you had just remembered what had happened earlier that day, and instead of smiling back, you looked off to the side, ignoring him and breaking eye contact.

eric paused, his arms falling to his sides and his smile fading, confused. he stared after you quietly, worried and wondering what had happened to you.

after the game, everyone filed out slowly, until it was only the two of you left in the hockey stadium. he gracefully skated to the entrance of the ice rink and motioned for you to come over. as slowly as you could, you walked down until you reached where he was standing. he had his helmet off now, his hair slightly sweaty. but, he looked attractive either way.

“congrats, eric,” you quietly said, your tone dull.

he gave you a quirked-up smile, “thanks.” he thought for a second before using his chin to point back to the empty ice skating rink. “come join me, y/n.”

you knew how to skate. it was because he had taught you on your very first date together. it was a fond memory that you could never forget.

reluctantly, you got the ice skates and put them on as he waited patiently. you stumbled at first when you got on the ice but eric easily steadied you, grabbing hold of your arm, and keeping you from falling. your heart sped up at the mere touch of him.

he led you with his hand holding yours, over to the edge so you could hold onto the railing.

it was quiet, as he stared at you with gentle eyes. you shied away from his gaze. and so, he leaned down to look at you again. you gulped.

“hey,” he softly spoke. “what’s wrong?”

you looked away again, turning your head, “nothing.”

“ay,” he started, looking at you with pleading eyes, gently nudging you to look at him again. “c’mon, tell me.”

you didn’t budge, keeping quiet.

“did i do something wrong?” he effortlessly skated around you, waiting for an answer. you watched him. but in the effort to follow him, you felt yourself slip again on the ice. maybe you weren’t as good as you thought. 

“woah there,” he chuckled, catching you by the waist this time. your cheeks heated up. he was looking at you so, so, soft, with no sharp edges to his face, all you could see was love.

“hm? y/n?” he continued to prod.

you sighed.

“in the morning, i texted you,” you muttered. “i was worried that you were overworking yourself and i also wanted to wish you good luck and all,” you explained, your cheeks turning redder with shame. in the corner of your eye, you could see his shocked face.

“but, you didn’t even read or answer the text messages? and that worried me more, eric,” you said. you could feel his grip on your waist tighten as he stayed silent, trying to come up with a response.

“ah, y/n,” he sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his neck with an embarrassed expression. “i didn’t see the notification… i guess i was too busy warming up for the game. or i think coach might have put all our phones on silent...”

you nodded, defeated.

“but!” he exclaimed. he took your hand to his chest to show his sincerity, and you stared at him with wide eyes. “i swear, i swear, i won’t do it again, hm?”

he leaned closer, his eyes becoming sparkly and cute, almost like a puppy.

“...forgive me?”

you were silent for a moment before breaking out into a shy smile, rolling your eyes.

“fine.”

he giggled, relieved.

“come,” he interrupted the cold air with warm words. “let’s dance!” he bowed slightly and offered his hand, his blond hair falling over his eyes beautifully.

you laughed, your heartwarming, as you took his hand in yours. and so, he led you to dance, gliding to the middle of the ice skating rink and playfully moving with you. it was a bit awkward, none of you knowing how to dance on ice, but it was a good try, as he held onto your hand tightly, pulling you in and out while striking odd poses.

“you look ridiculous dancing in that uniform,” you eyed his hockey attire. he laughed.

“and you look beautiful.”

you took in a sharp breath, already feeling your face and ears flush. you brought your free hand up to your face, to cover it.

“you could’ve insulted me back…” you muttered.

he shook his head, “i would never. i simply love you too much.”

before you could protest against his words, he pulled you back to him. you stared up at him with big eyes before you felt his lips on his. you smiled, melting in his embrace. despite the cold atmosphere around you, all you could feel was warmth.

“let’s go,” he said, pulling away breathlessly. “i want to kiss you at home too, where it’s not freezing.”

“oh-” 

he didn’t let you finish, pulling you in again without a warning.

[itz-me-brett-duh]

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 5 ❤️🐢

(Side Note: It’s been officially a month since I started! Thanks for everyone who likes, follows, comments, requests, or reads my work. Without you I would not have the confidence to write. 💕 Love y’all! POV changes. Mini flash back kind of. All characters are aged up! Credit to @rinksu-no-joo she put in most of the work, I just chose some words to make it flow better!)

Raphael POV:

He couldn’t sleep. Because of her. Every single time he tried to close his eyes, his mind would wander back to her. Seeing her. Touching her. Hearing her. Smelling her…All that was left was to taste. His heart wanted something that he could not have, and even though his tired brain submitted to it at first, he knew he needed to stop.

Not only because it was wrong to think about a girl you just met that indecent way. But it just wasn’t possible. Surely she would pick Leo over him, or even a human. She might be a mutant but she’s beautiful. Damn she’s beautiful!

He decided to distract himself. Even though he was tired he forced himself to keep pumping iron. One more rep. To punch harder. Faster. Stronger. But no matter how hard he tried, for some reason she was still in his heart. Like a small bulb in a dark room, her light was carving into even his darkest of corners, of the depths of his mind, heart, and soul.

In the morning he was throughly exhausted. How could Donnie fucking do it? Coffee? Energy drinks? What the fuck was even in that ‘Worlds Best Mom’ mug? “Hey, fix me up some of…that stuff…will ya Don?” His brother looked up surprised. He chose not to question it though based off the ‘I’m gonna kill the first thing that pisses me off’ look he was getting from Mr. Grumpy Pants.

“Woah dude, you definitely don’t wanna drink that…it’s good…but the side effects last for days man. Trust me I’m usually down for anything but…never…ever again. Woo wee! That was a wild trip!” Mikey was probably right, but maybe the ‘side effects’ would take his mind off of things.

“Mikey you’re being dramatic, it has only kept me up for…three days. But that’s normal for me! I told you that caffeine would affect your ADHD, and mess with your brain’s natural chemistry…But you had to sneakily make yourself some anyway. There you go Raph. I specifically engineered it to also help my neurons process things faster, so it’s a little different than regular coffee. Made it black just how you like it.” Raph didn’t. He hated coffee in any form, it tasted like shit. He’d rather stick to his water, occasional soda, and those damn good protein shakes that Mikey always made.

Kaina POV:

It was early when she woke but she stayed in bed. Staring hard at the high ceiling making sure it change back into her tight cell from childhood. But it never did. In the distance she could hear a keyboard clicking.

Searching even further she could hear the sound of flesh hitting tough fabric. She focused in on the grunts that were coming from the individual. They were raspy but determined growls. It was him. Her heart fluttered.

“…Raphael…” She said his name aloud, letting it roll off of her tongue. He must’ve also been contemplating life. What else would urge him to work out this early?

She carefully got up. Tip-toeing to see him. He was sitting now. Eyes tired and empty. She felt the urge to fix whatever troubles that lie within him, but how could she when she was still fixing herself. She decided to try and sleep again. Maybe it would help aid her faster. Maybe he would. She a woke again some time later. Hearing voices but focusing only on his.

Raphael POV:

“Sooo…guys…we have a female staying in our man cave, that’s different!” Dammit why did Mikey have to bring up her.

“First of all, we’ve never called it that. Secondly, we’ve had April spend the night before, it’s not that big of a deal Mikey.” But was is. Maybe if she wasn’t so damn cute it wouldn’t be. But she is. Not because she’s a female, because she’s just her. She’s Kaina. She’s gorgeous. Raph didn’t agree with either of his brothers on this one.

“Bro! Of course it’s a big deal! What are you even talking about? Don, now we don’t have to die alone…now…for dibs are we picking straws or-”

In walked typical Leo, saving the day. Well at least he brought pizza. “No Mikey. What’s your problem anyway? Ever since Kaina showed up all you can think about is dating, when you should be more worried about how many more mutants Shredder has made. Bebop and Rock Steady are already hard enough to deal with, not to mention these new mutants are trained. And who knows if she is actually trustworthy.” Great Leo was up. I mean he was correct this time, but he’s still Leo.

They all grabbed a slice, well except for Mikey who was already wolfing down his third slice.

“Bro you’re too narrow minded. If Shredder made her how many other hot babes do you think you made? We just gotta turn them good, and then boom! Girlfriends! My plan is fool proof.”

That was it. Raph smacked his younger brother in the back of the head. “Shut up! Mikey if she was interested in that she’d choose it for herself. She’s not property, ‘sides she’s had enough decisions made for her.”

He took another bite contemplating his next move. He smirked. “Anyway I don’t know any woman who’d want an ugly bum who can’t keep his room cleaned.”

Mikey gasped in horror. “Oh shoot you’re right! I gotta clean my room real quick!” He ran off just like Raph had planned.

“Dad told you to do that a week ago!” Donnie shaked his head disapprovingly.

He chuckled. “That gentleman is how ya stop Mikey from eatin all the pizza.” Smirking as he went to take another bite but stopped as Kaina appeared.

Kaina POV:

“Hey.”

“Mornin…” His voice was as rough as his textured skin. She couldn’t help but blush, she only hoped he wouldn’t see it.

His eyes locked with hers, like two magnets that couldn’t be pulled apart. It only made her blush more. “Hi…” Her voice felt small and frail, why was he making her so nervous.

“How are you doing today Kaina?” She turned to look at Don, needing a relief from Raphael’s heart throbbing gaze.

“I-I-I’m not sure…this is all so new…but exciting! But new…” Did those words even make any sense? Fuck she could hardly even speak because of him.

“That makes sense. Do you mind if I run a check up on you…later?”

She had to remind herself that he was Doctor Stockman, he could actually be trusted. “That’s fine…but Donnie no needles please.”

Before Donnie could respond Leo straightened. “Well it’s good to see you up Kaina, but ninjas rise early.” 

“Well I was actually up early…but I was a little nervous to come out.” Leo seemed to act like such a jerk at times.

“Back off Leo! Someone just gets out of a horrible situation and the first thing you do is nag her!” She smiled to herself, it had been a long time since someone had been so nice to her.

She watched as his bulky body purposefully bumped passed his brother in blue. “Why don’t ya come eat. We got pizza, but I think Donnie ordered some other stuff if you’d like to try it” She nodded, smiling up at him.

Raphael POV:

He gestures her to sit on the couch, as he turns to face an annoyed Leo. “Raph I wasn’t lecturing her, I was just letting her know.”

He grunted a laugh sarcastically and rolling his eyes. Not even bothering to whisper like his brother. “Sure…” Leo knew what he was doing, but he always had to maintain a perfect image.

Kaina POV:

“So this is…pizza?” She asked taking the plate and pulling it into her lap. It certainly smelled good. She picked up a piece of pepperoni, bringing it up to her mouth to test the water.

CRASH! She jumped causing her to drop her bite. “W-What was that?”

“Mikey.” They all said it in unison like they had practiced it every day.

And out he stumbled. “Here’s the lovely lady! I was just working on my ninjitsu, gotta stay sharp.” He started doing tricks with his nunchucks, it was awesome but she could tell he was showing off. “Pretty impressive right?” She couldn’t help but laugh and nod. Mikey sure was a goofball.

Raphael POV:

“Speaking of training after your done eating would you like to train with me? I’ll go easy on you of course.” Well well well, typical Leo underestimating someone’s skills.

“Oh! Uh sure Leo…”

Raphael chuckled, she wasn’t cocky but Leo certainly was. In fact she seemed nervous. He needed to boost her confidence, while simultaneously knocking Leo’s ego down a few pegs. “I bet fifty bucks that she kicks his butt.” If she wasn’t able to he might have to kick his own brother’s ass. But he knew she was capable. Something in his gut told him she had to be. 

He looked at his two younger brothers. Donnie shrugged, “i’m in.” Mikey nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

Before Mikey can say what’s on his mind Leo rolls his eyes. “No you perv, you are not going next Mikey! Guys this for training, not a game.”

“Well boys Leo’s starting to sound like a chicken to me, but I could’ve sworn he was a turtle!” Raph flapped his arms like wings and made chicken noises. He smirked as he heard her sweet laugh. Little giggles that sounded like music to his ears. 

Leo side in frustration. “Fine we’ll do it your way Raph, but if I win you have to start respecting me more, I am your leader after all.”

He clenched his jaw, but he decided it was worth the risk. “Fine by me.”

Kaina POV:

As the two brothers argue she focuses her attention back to her know cold pizza. It still smelled fine and she wasn’t picky so she ate some. Oh. My. God. It was fucking delicious! all her life she was forced to eat the bare minimum for experimental success. She never thought she would eat something so heavenly, so cheesy, so saucy, so yummy. It tasted like home, but was new at the same time.

Mikey leaned over. “It’s good right?” She nodded swallowed and grinned. “Yes, very much so…do you…do you have anymore? They never feed us this much and it definitely wasn’t this tasty!”

“Listen Kaina, you’ll never have to deal with that here.”

“Well Donnie that is if Mikey eat everything.” Raphael laughed.

“Hey! You eat up stuff too!” The youngest turtle retorted, throwing punches at his brother.

“Hey let’s not fight…By the way…I’m sorry for almost hurting your friend. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. If you say they’re a friend I’ll trust you.” The boys nodded. She stuffed the last bite of pizza down and she was ready.

Raphael POV:

Raphael stared as she got in her ready stance. It made him sad he was not up there instead of Leo. Fighting could be intimate, not sexual, but intimate. But he knew he didn’t want to hurt her. Not that she couldn’t kick his ass, but the thought of him even giving her a paper cut, scared him.

“Ready?” Leo said in his own stance.

With a determination and grit in her eyes Raphael could tell she was. “Yes.”

It started in a flash. They circled each other. Leo whipped out his swords and she…she…where was she…?

Kaina POV:

“Woah!” One of the other brothers exclaimed.

Even though she had the advantage right now she knew she couldn’t get cocky. “Where’d she go?” She reappeared as quick as she had vanished and did a move known as Meia Lua de Compasso. Her foot kicking Leo down hard. Enough to knock the wind out of him for awhile.

Raphael POV:

Could she be anymore badass? Raphael never thought turning invisible could also be a turn on but it was. Knowing that his brothers where all there though he pushed it out of his mind. It would not happen. It could not. She did not feel the same and she never would. Or at least that’s what he thought. He followed his brother up to the mat.

Leo groaned in pain holding his head down. “So big bro where’s our fifty bucks?” She laughed again at his comment and he smiled at her. “You did amazing out there Kaina!”

“Thanks Raphael!” He blushed hoping none of his brothers or her could see it. He had to remind himself again that nothing would happen. But when he looked back up at her…she was…Was she was blushing too…?

[avissapiens]

Avis Abstraction #6: Gym buds

You are now friends with Mason Reed. You can now message and call each other and see info like Active Status and when you've read messages.

                                         Oct 26th 2044

Me: Hey bro Mason: Heyyy dude haha. Nice to finally meet you Me: Same. ngl i was kinda scared about signing up for the abyss. Thought they’d hook me up with someone i couldn’t vibe with.

Mason: lol. Yh i’m chill. Tho you’re lucky. I didn’t even know about that weird chip thing. Shit hurt when they put it in. did you feel like…tingles too?Me: Yh i did. Was kinda like getting an electric shock but good?? Mason: Weird. Guess we’re gym buds now tho. Can’t wait til we can workout. My weeks a little packed but i’ll defo hit you up when i’m headed to The abyss Me: Sweet dude. We can hash out our split and everything another time. Mason: For sure bro.

                                      Oct 29th 2044 Me: Yo dude, are you on your way to the gym? Mason: yeah actually. I just got off work and thought i’d do a really quick chest workout. How’d you know haha? Me: Idk..i just kinda felt it. Maybe that’s one of the chip functions? No clue. I’m already on my way now tho if you wanna train together Mason: Damn dude yeah i’d love that! So strange, as soon as you said that I got super hyped up. Me: Awesome bro. I’m like 5 mins away. You get warmed up and I’ll chug some preworkout.

Oct 30th 2044 Mason: dude what days do you train? I’m thinking bout changing up my work schedule so i can gym more. Last night was the fuckin best workout i’ve ever had in my life! Me: IKR. God i broke so many of my PRs. The pump is insane. Still sore haha Mason: How about we hit it 6 days a week. It was really awesome to just hang and vibe in the gym ya kno. Me: yeah dude i’d be down for that Mason: Sick, i’ll call my manager to see if he can schedule me different. So pumped Me: Nice. So what are we training today bro? Legs Mason: Legs Mason: Yooo basically in sync nice haha. Me: Lol. See you in an hour? Mason: bet

Nov 5th 2044 Me: Yo Mason: I know.. Me: you know what? Mason: I know what you’re feeling bro. I feel it too. But fuuuuck its rest dayyy. I just wanna train with you. This week alone has been one of the best weeks of gym EVER. Idk if its just the chip talking but damn I love training with you. Me: Wanna head to the gym. Just do something light? Maybe get a protein shake after? Mason: Already packing my bags. ------------------------------------------- Dec 8th 2044 Mason: Bro killer workout today. We were fucking monstrous. Mason: I had a chat with the Gym owner and he says we’re progressing faster than the majority of the other Chipped dudes. Me: Yo really? That feels amazing to know fuck…like really amazing. Gotta work harder. Blow away the competition dude 💪💪 Mason: Yeah. Honestly i see it dude. You’re looking fucking massive lately Me: No way brah. You’ve been bulking like a madman these last couple months [Mason Sent a Picture]

Mason: It’s all you bro. Wouldn’t be at this level without your help. Next year’s gonna be crazy.

Jan 6th 2045 Mason: No homo bro, but your pecs are looking so fucking massive. I swear every time i saw you flex em my chip went off like crazy. Just bolting lol. Me: Oh yeah bro 😏? Mason: Yh Mason: Broooo noo stop it shittt i can feel that in my chip. Me: LOL OMG i didn’t know it could do that. That’s so fucking cool Mason: haha..yeah. Just like chill with it ok bro Mason: STOP Me: ok ok lol. These fucking chips are wild bro. Don’t even know how most of the stuff works yet. Me: woah dude wtf are you doin? Mason: I know you’re jelly of my god quads so i was trying to get you back. Guess it worked lol Me:Lol. Fucking love you bro Me: No homo Mason: lil homo? Me: haha Mason: Ya know bro, i’ve got room in my apartment. Maybe we should like room together? It’d make setting up workouts super easy Me: really dude? That’d be great! Lets hash it out some more tomorrow for Pull day. Mason: Totally

March 20th 2045 Me: hey bro.. Mason: Yo dude, wassup? I’m loving spring break in Fiji. Having a great time Me: Thats nice…you gotta get back here bro.. Mason: Wdym? Me: Its torture just like Me: IDK man. I try to keep working out. I try to keep the pump up, but jesus. Going to the gym without you is miserable Me: I feel weaker. Smaller. Fuck i feel like my chip is punishing me every time i enter that building without you. But then when i don’t go it’s like my entire brain is being eaten from the inside Me: It feels so fucking bad. I just wanna kneel and never get up. So hard to keep going Me: Please bro. I know It’s a lot to ask but just hurry home. I miss you. I miss us… Mason: Okay bro. I know what you mean. Hang in there for a few more days. I’ve been missing the pump too and the gyms here don’t really seem to hit as hard as ours anyway. Me: I’ll try. I promise. Going crazy here. Thanks bro Mason: I’ll bring you back something from Fiji. Can’t wait to lift with you again.

-------------------------------------------- May 1st 2045 Mason: Hey dude are you busy? Me: ? yeah bro i’m just out in the living room. Wassup? Want me to come to you? Mason: NO. Don’t Mason: I can’t look at you right now Me: Okay??.. Mason: Idk what it is bro..I think its the chip but fuck Mason: The last few gym sessions we’ve had Mason: I see you and the weight you’re lifting and the progress you’ve made Mason: And then i look at my own progress Mason: And I just get…fucking upset? Mason: Because you’re not progressing fast enough dude. It’s making me look bad Me:Bro wtf?! Mason: Look at this [Mason sent a picture]

Mason:I’m fucking massive compared to you. All the other chipped bros look on par with each other, but i’ve got 15 lbs on your ass. Me: Yeah…i guess.. Mason: We’ve gotta work harder bro. I fucking love you. I can’t have you being weaker than me. It makes me sick. Makes me fucking angry Me: Yeah, we’re chipped for life. There’s no going back Me: FUCK Mason: Feel that? Exactly. You’ve gotta get back on my level bro. Otherwise, well… Mason: I can feel the chip bro. Mason: I don’t like what it’s making me feel Mason: But i’ll act on it if it goes on long enough Me: Thanks bro. I needed this. I’ll be better, I promise…For you. Mason: For us..💙 Me: For us...Can I still come to your room dude? Mason: Sure bro. Calmed down a bit...think we might lose the deposit on the place tho..Ignore the holes..

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Jul 17th 2045 Me: Bro? Me: Bro??? Me: Mason dude where tf are you i’ve been waiting at the gym for like an hour Me: i’m just gonna start bro. Me: Mason bro wtf’s going on is your chip acting up? Me: Fuck. Fuk bro Me: Stop whatever you’re doing bro thats not funny. Me:Cut it out! Me: Fuck me dude what is this

Jul 18th 2045 Mason: Sorry bro. My bad. Guess i shoulda told you. Me: Tld m wut bro? My chipz ben goin off all fucking nt Me: Fuk can barelt tyoe. Bods liek pulsing. cnt thinkkk Mason: I heard from one of the other chipped dudes down at the gym that there was a guy upstate who’s been jailbreaking the chips. Installing cool new firmware updates. He said he Only needed one of us cause the softwares connected, but i guess you need to go too. Me: WTF bro thts so fucked up! Hw cud u di tht Mason: Tho if i’m being honest. I don’t really need an update. You were the one lagging behind bro. Lets just keep it like this for a bit and see what happens Me: Cnyoujuststopthepingigbro Mason: Haha sorry. I think that’s the roider protocol. Supposed to send a shiver every time your chipbro thinks about getting bigger. Guess i’ve had one thing on my mind all night. My bad Mason: K should be good Me: This is high-key fucked mason. Mason: Wanna go the gym? Me: fuck…yes. Me: I’m getting my gear ready. See you in 20 mins..fucker. Mason: Oh bro btw [Mason sent a picture]

Me: fucking hell bro. Ok 10 mins

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[firerose18991]

Learning Curves

Summary: Nothing can convince me Luffy wouldn't be a s*x addict if he wasn't a virgin.

Wrdcnt: 943

Minors DNI (AGE IN BIO!!!)

Like the two of you started one drunk night on the ship when you dragged him back to the girls room while the rest of the crew partied.  He sat there confused when you started peeling off your shirt in front of him.  

"Woah" He hiccuped as your tits bounced out in front of him.

You put his hands to your chest and pulled his lips to yours.  He was an awkward kisser but took a liking to sucking your lower lip and pinching your nipples.  The little sighs you let out each time encouraged him to continue.  Your hand cupped his crotch and he stiffened up.

You laid down and quickly shimmied out of your panties and invited him in with your open legs.

"Luffy…pants?" You looked up at him from the bed.

The warmth from the drinks and desire left you flushed and gasping below him.  Luffy got the message and tugged his shorts down to his knees and dove into you.

When he entered you he started slow.  Normally he only felt this sensitive when he was thrown in water but he knew there was something he was chasing from this feeling.  He pumped into you at a moderate pace still getting used to the feeling.

The two of you filled the room with pants, groans, sighs and squelches of pleasure.  

"Oh shit…" He panted in your ear as he got close.

You pussy squeezed him more and more as you neared your orgasm.

As he released you met your release.  He fell down on top of your huffing and promptly fell asleep where he laid.

From then on he'd sneak away with you any chance he could.  Post fighting, in between islands, even when hiding from enemy fire.  The man was sick.  More and more the sex became about him getting off, he'd get rougher with you, he'd leave you high and dry and just pick up his shorts and head back to the crew.

When the two of you weren't intimate you were just another crew member.  A large part of you was starting to regret pulling him into your room that night.

So the next time Luffy approached you on the deck you were indifferent.  He held your hips from behind and gave them a firm squeeze, this had become your signal over the past few weeks.

"Hey Luffy" you turned to him with an ambivalent expression.

You started walking past him to the cabins.  He followed looking over your shoulders.  He was a bit confused as you're never this plain about it, he had expected he would've needed to poke at you for a few minutes before you dragged him away from prying eyes.

You got to the room and shut the creaky wooden door behind the two of you. You walked over to the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress and pulled up the rest up your waist.  Once again you opened your legs for him, though a bit disinterested.  He stared at you from the door across the cabin.

"Well?" You looked at him still stuck in the doorway."I promised Sanji I'd help with cleaning from lunch so you need to hurry."

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah something like that." You turn your head to the ceiling and wait.

You felt the bed shift as Luffy climbed onto the opposite corner.  His fingers trailed up your inner thigh.  

"How come you don't do it like the first time anymore?"

"What?" You said harshly

"Well, the first time you jumped me it was fun.  Why can't we do it like that?"

"Because it's not as good as the first time" You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah it is."

"I don't feel as good as the first time."

"Why?"

You snapped "Because you're bad at making me feel good."

"Just make yourself feel good, that's what you did the first time."

Then it dawned on you just how stupid your captain is.  And also how stupid you've been.  You looked out the window to confirm that you were nowhere near land and walked over to lock the cabin door.

"This is gonna take longer than normal Captain." You walked back to the cot and tied your twists into a high ponytail.  Sanji wouldn't mind if you were a bit late.

"Works for me" he smirked.

  One thing your sex life severely lacked was foreplay and your captain needed to be brought up to speed accordingly.

"Fuck right there." You gasped as Luffy curled his strong fingers into you.

Once you had given him a goal he pursued it as mercilessly as everything else.  He pumped his fingers rapidly into your soft core precisely hitting the same spot.  Your juices sloshed loudly onto his hand and dripped down his arm to the bed.

"Okay mmm~ Luffy.  It's Good" you huffed trying to keep your composure.  "You can put it in."

He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his dick.  Now he finally realized what he was missing out on.  Your warm gooey walls embracing him as he trusted , chasing his release.  He folded you up to get as deep as possible.  You were babbling some nonsense about him being too deep but came all over him the next minute.

Luffy continued to thrust roughly, slamming himself into you with tough slaps until he came himself.

As you were cleaning up moments later the bruising of your hips almost made you regret enjoying your time with him.

~Fire rose

[szagaloree]

His wife…

Chapter 7

Contains: angst/blood/ then fluff/smut

Quaritch slowly woke up with his arms wrapped around gwen, he sighs staring down at her sleeping state, he cannot lie, he wants her back he really wants her back that’s why he’s trying to chang but something is holding him back like a drug. He kiss the top of her before getting out of bed and dressed, he stretched cracking some of his bones before leaving. “Aye Quaritch they’re at it again,” Lyle said “what are you talking about?” Quaritch raised a brow “they’re testing on the kid,” he said and that’s when Quaritch jaw clenched in anger, he couldn’t believe she was doing it again! Testing on his son.

He sprints in to see him in that machine again, he nearly was going to have seizure from that with blood running down his nose, he slams the button “what the fuck are you doing?!” He exclaims, “we need answers I’m not waiting for you to play daddy,” she said not caring at all, “take him out” Quaritch said “excuse me?” She questions “take.him.out!” Quaritch growled, “I’m afraid not,” she said, Quaritch tilts his head with chest pumping hardly before grabs at the machine pulling one of the systems off making the scientists sprint up “hey!” They yelled, “get him out of each and every one of you are gonna be eating alive,” he threatens coldly, Lyle, z-dog, ha and mansk pull out their guns.

One of them ends up pressing the button releasing but he was so weak he couldn’t stand up so Quaritch caught him Lyle while walks over to carry the boy, “why do you care about the boy so much he’s not even your son,” that made his fists ball up, “that’s because you erased my memories of my wife and my son, that’s why,” her eyes widen so did the others, “you think I didn’t know? Huh… I see why sully switched sides because even your own people be so twisted,” Quaritch said leaving.

“Wait he’s your son?”?z-dog asks in shock “mhm there’s videos to prove he is,” Quaritch spiel, “I mean… he does look like him,” mansk shrugs, gwen was awake now and she was walking through the hallway to look for spider, “spider?!” She gasps “what the hell happened?” She asks “Carmella was testing on the boy trying to get him to spill the beans on sully,” Lyle answered. “I’m gonna fuck that bitch up!” She grunted “this I want to see,” mansk smirked along with a-dog and ja but Quaritch grabs her waist stopping “woah there, I handled it, she won’t be doing that again,” he said “I don’t care Imma handle her, I’m sick of her,” she tries to get out of his grip but he only tightened it telling she was not going to literally kill Carmella. “I handled it okay, I’m gonna get him check alright he’ll be fine,” Quaritch says, gwen huffs crossing her arms ,“she got one more time,” Gwen said, spider got checked and he’s thankfully okay and just needs to rest for the day it was to the point gwen had him in his aunties quarters so he can have multiple eyes on him. They were pissed off themselves when they were told what happened, “I want him out of here! It’s getting to damn dangerous! I’m not finna test on my son like he’s a animals! It’s disgusting and inhuman!” She argues, “I know I know, where are we gonna take him? We can’t just leave,” Quaritch said, “I’m gonna find a way! I’m sick of sticking here, I’m not finna loose my son,” she says “our son, we’ll figure something out okay,”he comforts her.

She looks up at him, she was worried for her son, the way he was easily taken from them just to try and get a word out of him by torturing him like that scares her, “I’m going to go I need some air,” she said leaving, she walks to the quarters “everything alright?” Allen asks “no they did it again! You still got location on the others who stood back?” I ask “yea why?” She tilts her head “I need to talk to them… I.. spider can’t stay here it’s getting worser Carmella is only going to torture him more if he doesn’t tell her shit,” gwen huffs. “You want me to come with you?” Allen asks, “I don’t know, they’re probably not going to trust us,” gwen says hesitantly “well, what if we bring spider?” She sighed “alright let’s go,” Allen and gwen walked inside spider’s room to wake him up “what’s going on?” He asks “we’re going to see some old friends, I bet you know them,” gwen smirks, “who?” He asks rubbing his eyes “you’ll see but don’t tell anyone,” he nods he follows and they were able to sneak out, and fly on their ikran’s with Allen leading the way.

“Hey max! Check this out!” Norm jogs over to max kneeling down to show him something, “wait! They’re here!” One shouted norm grabs his gun along with the others when they spot us, gwen flies down hoping down “spider?” Norm calls in disbelief “norm!” Spider sprints to him smiling, “gwen?” Max stares at her trying to figure her out, “yea” they gasp, “what? I-it-it really worked?!” He says nervously she nods “yea on few of us,” Allen said, “how did you come back, I thought you died from giving birth?” Samantha asks “yea I did, but they store our memories for this specific reason to bring us back.. as their damn puppets,” gwen said, “are you alone?” Norm asks we both nodded “yea it’s just them,” spider said, “I’m trying to figure out how I can get spider out of this if not me and the rest, they were literally testing on him just to try and get a word out on where Jake sully is… and I’m not gonna let that happen,” I said, “he can stay with us, he’s been staying with us ever since jake and the omaticaya sent them back to earth,” max said, “we can’t let him stay right now we have to think this through, it’s not easy because the rest will be after him too and they’ll suspicious of us and put us down for good,” Allen said.

“If Jake ever gives you word on anything let him know he got his on recoms in their for him and we’ll try to give out every word we get,” gwen says sternly, max and norm nodded, “you knows it going to take sometimes for them to trust you, I know Jake probably would trust since he was trying to reach out to you for help against them but you ended passing away before he could,” norm says, gwen sighs “yea I know.. Jake knows I’m not them, nothing like them but he knows i was Quaritch’s wife even though I am I couldn’t even get him to change when I myself wanted him too,” she said, “let’s go spider, we gotta head back before they start looking for us,” she sighed.

A day later norm and max was already heading to the metkayina clan to find out what’s going on with kiri, “Jake umm there’s something we found and need to know,” norm says “what?” He asks scared, “you remember gwen?” Max asks his eyebrows twitches in confusion “gwen?” Jake says quietly “uhh no I don’t remember,” he said, “so umm it comes to find out that… spider’s mother is alive,” he raises a brow “she was alive this whole time? Where the hell was she?!” Jake asks getting angry because there’s no way his mother could be alive and didn’t bother to look for son?! “No no, the thing is gwen was brought back to life by the rda,” max explains “gwen who is gwen I don’t… oh shit, gwen?! Wait gwen!” Max nods “quaritch’s wife; she’s his mother,” Jake eyes widen, “gwen is brought back to life? How?” He asks “they have a memory card so that way they can be made and brought back to life with their memories,” max explains, “it’s creepy but she came to us yesterday because she’s trying to figure a way out for her and spider,” norm said, “she’s one of them?” Jake huffs shaking his head “if she was she wouldn’t be coming to us she already they were trying to test on the kid to try and get him to talk basically, torture him.. Jake you know she isn’t, you even tried to reach out to her before she died,” norms says.

“How did she die?” Jake asks.

“Giving birth to spider,” Jake eyes slowly widen, the guilt and sadness he felt “damn man, that’s fucked up, man!” He shakes his head sighing, “she said you got recoms on the inside that’s willing to give you their next move,” Jake puts out a smirk “yea she’s Quaritch wife alright she’s known for recom missions, whatever she can give send it to me, I’ll try to figure out how I can get her and spider out,” they nodded.

[ppushable]

of course we'll be okay

jean kirschtein x fem reader / longfic / chapter wc: 9.1k

4 - digging holes

masterlist

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“Hey.”

…

“Hey!”

My shoulder, there’s something on my shoulder; I squirm like a leech on salt. Sasha shrinks back, putting her hand down. “Woah! Wakey wakey.”

Wush, wush, goes the blood pumping hard in my ears. “Already?”

“Honey, it’s almost seven.”

I strain my eyes to get a good look at her without turning my head (that would take too much effort) — hair knotted and sticking up, sleep in the corner of one eye, all in the mushy and dim light of morning — and promptly curl back into my blanket. 

“Hey!”

“Five, ten, minutes,” I mutter, not really aiming to be heard. And then the blanket is stripped from me, exposing my skin to the elements. “Ah!”

“Rule number one of zombie apocalypse,” rings Connie’s tease, holding my warm and precious sheet like a bullfighter. “Wake when woken.”

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Connie and Sasha, apparently, were deemed my “guides”. So I’m stuck with these two for the whole day. 

Can’t be that bad, right?

I’m trying not to mutter or let my eyes shut (really, I am) as we walk to god knows where alongside my handsy and bickering guides. Kitchens, they said earlier, but they might as well have been speaking in another language. 

The food court is crawling, legs everywhere, walking or standing or folded under plastic-coated metal picnic tables with holes that toddlers and idiots love getting their fingers stuck in. 

“Come on, Ossie, grab a plate. Here.” Someone shoves a clean plate into my hands; I take it dumbly and join the procession. 

“Connie, I hate waiting in line. Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

A few lagging yard lights are still on, their emissions now weak and outdone by the sun. 

“Wake yourself up. It’s not my fault your hungry ass can’t handle a few minutes of waiting.”

“Unfair. Hey, Ossie.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you excited for today?”

“Mhmm.” I nod to really sink it in. 

“Wanna know what we’re gonna do?”

Oh, please, Sasha, don’t spoil me so. 

“Well, for one, no work!” She nails the statement in with a clap and turns to Connie. “Right?”

“Yep. Oh, yeah, by the way, I’m supposed to give this to you.” He pulls out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket and uncrumples it hastily in one hand before passing it to me. 

Sorry I couldn’t see you today I got busy and work to do. I got some of your friends to help you for orientation ted today so everything will be fine! Just do what they tell you because they are very good scou people and they’re good at their jobs (this part is almost smudged out). They have full permission to teach you whatever you need to know, so listen to them! … Come see me later when I’m not so busy in my office. :D have fun Ossie! 

“It’s from Hange, by the way,” Connie informs. 

I iron out the paper out between my fingers, read through it again as Sasha and Connie inevitably start bickering again. They’re really just handing me over? To those two? Is that a good idea?

“Oh, so my sweater just magically appeared on your shelf, you didn’t recognize it, even though you totally did, and put it on anyways. I might not be on the Principal’s honour roll but I’m not that stupid.”

“Who said that sweater was yours?”

“Guys?” 

They turn to me again. Connie sticks a thumb over his shoulder, squinting. “Can you believe her?”

“Do you need this back?”

He barely even scrapes a glance at the note before waving it away. “Keep it. I already know what to do.”

“Do I get to watch a video?” I joke, weakly.

“Nope. Hands-on experience only.”

I pocket the sheet. “And what counts as ‘hands-on experience?’” 

He shrugs. “Whatever I want, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.” His eyes narrow into little slits, daylight barely glinting off, as he grins. 

“Well… what are we doing first?”

“Maybe a tour—”

Sasha’s hand grasps his throat, effectively rendering him speechless. “Shopping! Let’s go downstairs and get clothes!” Looking at me pointedly, she adds, “it’s legal.”

I shrug. 

“Bleeeh,” Connie gags. “I—” he coughs— “am the orientation leader, so I decide what we do first.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I’m the only one with experience.”

“You helped out with Christa and Ymir one time. That doesn’t make you an expert.”

“Does so. Besides, it’s on the paper. Right, Ossie?”

Between the way he stares daggers at me and the strained upper-lip biting he can’t make his message any clearer. Another hard decision for Ossie. 

“Yep,” I say weakly. 

“And as leader,” Connie raises his voice, cutting off whatever Sasha was about to say, “I say we do an outside tour first.” He grins stupidly.

Sasha scoffs. “Nobody likes you.”

“Whatever.”

Someone clears their throat pointedly behind us and Sasha ushers me ahead. Seems we’re holding up the line. 

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The person behind the Taco Bell counter is not, in fact, Mirabel, but what appears to be a washed-out husk of a man with wet eyes and a gape. He fills our plates in such a sombre, wordless manner that it spreads to Connie and Sasha as well. It’s temporary, though; by the time we get to our table, they’re back to normal. 

“So, Ossie,” Sasha says around a mouthful of… oatmeal, it’s oatmeal. I give it a good prod — soft, but holds its shape for a few seconds — as she talks. “How was last night?”

“Oh yeah, Ossie’s first watch duty! Did Marco and Jean teach you anything?” 

That night, I learned, if at all, why Jean is so terrible. “We talked.”

“About what?”

“Yeah, did they mention me?” 

“Uh… Jean did mention you, Connie.” He presses me with an eyebrow raise, Rock style. “Something about gum getting stuck in his hair.”

Even before I finish my sentence the two explode, cranking each other up with their whoops and ridiculous faces. I smile. 

“Oh my god, Ossie, you should’ve seen what Jean looked like before his haircut.” Breakfast momentarily forgotten, Connie sweeps his hands over his head in an exaggerated wave, startling a passerby. 

“Jars and jars of hair gel. Every morning he’d wake up early just to—” Breakfast not forgotten, Sasha quickly scoops oatmeal into her mouth before whipping her hands to her bangs (spoon in teeth) to pull back the strands, imitating some grandiose comb-over. “H’looked like shum typa of ol’ time judge.” 

Working through the beige, I nod along at their descriptions. Bad-boy haircut. Chick repellent. Giorno Giovanna. Peaked in high school. Discord mod. 

“Let me tell you, he fussed over his hair more than anyone else.”

“And— ohhh, Sasha, remember that one time a bird shit on his head?”

Immediately the two burst into a gasping cackle once more, smacking each other to the point of mild concern. At this point some people are looking over. I try not to make eye contact. 

“So— so this one time—” Connie tries. “We were— pff!”

Sasha shoves Connie and behind a spat rainbow of half-chewed oatmeal clumps I’m allowed a small glance between their bodies. Someone’s coming this way. But the view is gone as she clings onto his shoulders, hardly able to hold herself up. “His face! His face!” And resorts to banging the side of her fist against the table. “Oh, lordy!” 

“And you know what, he had to— he—”

“What’s going on here?”

I know that voice. It seems they do, too, from the way they immediately shut up, detach, sit up straight and stare straight ahead as if nothing happened at all. 

The janitor — Captain Levi — looms up between them, his aura surging through the little gap between their bodies like a lens flare. “Why do I still see your pathetic asses here?” 

“We woke up late, sir!”

“That’s no excuse.” 

Connie’s eyes meet mine. He looks terrified, a piddly, domestic pet compared to a product of wilderness. “We— today is oren-tation day! Sir!”

Levi makes a decidedly unimpressed sound in the back of his throat and makes a point to avoid looking at me entirely. “Eat quickly without causing distraction and get to work.”

“Yes sir!” 

Both collapse into themselves when he seemingly disappears into the crowd. 

“I can’t hear him when he sneaks up on us like that.” Sasha shudders as if touched by an insect. 

“If you think that’s bad, imagine that happening when you’re taking a leak in the woods.” 

“Rather not.”

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“You know, Ossie,” Sasha begins when our food is gone and we’re walking down the mall, her to one side, Connie on the other, on our way to our next big adventure, “telling stories is fun and all, but I wish you were there to actually see them happen.”

Recovering from a yawn, Connie adds, “yeah.”

“It’s alright,” I say. What am I supposed to say?

“You know, we’re gonna keep doing bullshit. That’s our job. But this time, you’ll be there with us to see it all happen. Kapooche?” Connie grins, indicating a fist bump. 

I look past his outstretched hand and into his face. He’s being genuine, Ossie, he’s not saying it to be nice. “Kapooche.” I smile and bump. That would be nice, right?

“Me too! Me too!” Sasha says, smashing her fists against mine. “Good! Good. Now you’re inducted.”

I raise an eyebrow, jokingly. “Should I be concerned?”

“Yeah.” She wedges her way between us, wraps her arms around our shoulders. “Because you’re stuck with us forever.” 

“Haha! Forever, baby!” Connie hollers, his voice carrying as it bounces off of the spotless walls. 

“Is that you, Springer?” A ghostly, almost angelic voice comes at us from all directions. 

“Shadis,” Sasha hisses as Connie says something similar at the same time, and we speed up, somehow scaling the narrow nonfunctional escalator without breaking formation and barreling down the halls of the second floor. Already I’m getting winded, super-athletic me, with metal leaking into my mouth and a pair of sponges for lungs. Step, step, step, wheezing, in and out…

We explode into the dorm and this is where I stop, double over, catch what little breath I can. Connie and Sasha brush past, rustle around, and soon approach once more, bundled up. They look straight ahead and show no signs of stopping. I swallow and try some words.

“Can we—”

And then their arms hook into mine, lift me up, and I’m getting half-dragged backwards on the floor. They didn’t even say anything, like it’s all part of a plan.

“Wo— hey, let me go! Sasha! Connie!” 

“Need to run, Ossie!” 

The stairs. They’ll try dragging me down the stairs and I’ll die, nobody will hear my last words at the bottom as I try to speak through a broken neck, head twisted up at an unnatural angle, spitting blood. “Hey.�� My slipper socks do little to halt or aid in this procession, sliding uselessly. “Just— let me do the stairs! Haha. Please. Sasha. Connie.”

Connie doesn’t stop as he looks down at me. “Sorry, Ossie.” He smiles. “But we kinda have to run. So just hang on and we’re all gonna be okay!”

I can’t see where we’re going, but when our feet fall hard and loud onto the metal area around the escalator, I know it’s coming. 

“Oh shit!”

“Potty mouth!” Sasha sings, perhaps too loudly. “Looks like someone’s been spending too much time with Reiner!” 

They start pounding down the stairs, every step jarring my bones and lurching my stomach until it feels like it’s going to fall out. The second floor shrinks further and further away. One slip, one misstep, one little mistake and I’ll fall and die, or worse, break a bone. My arms hurt from how hard I’m gripping these two when it’s over. One turn, another, the hallway sucking into itself as the world becomes a whirl of weird looks and trying not to lose my slipper socks. 

One set of doors, another, and the air opens up. 

“We’re here!” Sasha whoops as we skid across the dirt. They raise me up until I can stand on my own. 

“Look familiar?”

“Uh, not really.” They look like a normal set of glass doors. One of them has a nasty crack, though. 

A pair of hands land on my shoulder, turn me around. 

“Oh.” 

Ridged dirt dotted with green, haphazard pile of junk stretching past my peripheral, gardening equipment strewn here and there. Same scene as yesterday but the perspective is skewed; the scene spreads itself out violently before me unlike its placid, maplike temperament from the sky. 

This is what the Garrison man saw.

This is the outside. 

“Here, Ossie,” Sasha says, drifting Marco’s old coat across my shoulders. It’s not as cold as yesterday with the sun up and the wind down but still very necessary. I thank her and work on getting it on. 

“You ready for the tour?” Connie asks, fisting his pockets. He wears a fur-lined bubble coat. 

“Yeah!” Sasha cheers and tries to grab my hand, which is busy on the zipper. She gives up after a few tugs. 

“Hmm.” Connie looks left, then right. “Let’s go to our lookout post first.”

He starts walking and Sasha catches up to him, leaving me trailing behind them like a sad snail slime. “If you look to your left—” he points— “you can see the walls. They work great. Most times Um…” he scratches his head, then points in the opposite direction. “To the right is the mall. And if you look closely, you can see Levi’s window.”

It’s somehow strange to imagine that he sleeps, let alone have a room. “What’s he like?” I ask. “I mean, from what I know, he seems really strict.”

“Hm! You’ve no idea.”

“He’s like an enigma,” Connie adds, lowering his voice. “So much terror in a little bundle. Like—” he gestures, flat-palmed, a measly height.

“Shut up, Connie, you’re barely taller than he is.”

“No, I’m pretty sure he’s only this tall.”

“He didn’t shrink.” 

“Maybe, like…” he raises his hand. “This much.”

“No, more like…” recaching over, she lifts his hand up, up, “…that tall.”

“That’s over my head!” 

“Then I guess you shrunk.” She turns to look at me. “Have you met him, Ossie?”

“Only briefly.” 

“What was that like?”

The sickeningly fresh air blows in from somewhere and the goosebumps on my face spread to my back. The sky alternates between patches of striking blue and puffy grey; one cloud patch crawls in front of the sun, separating it from the mortals on which it shines. “Harrowing.”

“Huh?” they say in unison. 

“Uh, like. Scary.”

“Ohhh.”

Sasha smacks my back — she loves doing that — with a fat grin. “Moving on!” 

Her infectious attitude, I’m starting to catch it. My surroundings start looking real for the first time as I’m hit with another swell of cold air. When did walking get so hard? I can feel every curve and pebble of the ground beneath me and at times I almost lose my balance entirely. Shoes would be good. Connie sports the most horrific, creased and beat-up Jordans I’ve ever seen while Sasha has on some typical running shoes, both with a muddy rim at the bottom. They stop suddenly.  

“Look. Isn’t that…”

Sasha’s pointing somewhere near the building where two people are talking. Arguing, more like; one stomps his feet. 

“No, no, no!” I’m shocked at the strange voice, distorted by wind and distance, that carries over — is that a grown man, having a temper tantrum? “You can’t put in the seedlings until after the first frost! You hear? First frost!”

“Uh-oh, looks like Shadis is getting a talking-to by the gardener,” Connie explains with a whiff of snide. Who I assume to be Shadis — tall, dark, eagle-eyed, bald — stares statue-still as the other party runs his hands over his face. “That’s one brave bastard.”

“If any of us even thought of talking to him like that…” Sasha shudders. “You don’t wanna get in his way, Ossie.”

“Why is everyone so scary?” I hope they can sense the urgency pressed into my tone. “Can we get out of here?”

“Yeah. Just back away slowly…” 

We backtrack until the corner of the building separates us. Connie crosses his arms. “Great, there goes my tour. Now what?”

“I dunno,” Sasha returns. “Guess we go inside.”

“Wait, so—” they turn to me as I speak— “Who exactly is Shadis? Some sort of coordinator?”

Grimacing, Sasha leans back against the wall, hands crossed behind her. “He’s our trainer.”

“Trainer?”

“Like, he trains us and teaches us and stuff. About the zombie apocalypse. Uh…” Connie starts listing off of his fingers. “Living in the woods, horseback riding, shooting, killing. But it’s mostly boring stuff.”

“In the woods? So you actually go out?”

Connie gives me a weird look. “What do you think we do here?”

I swallow. “I don’t know… Jean made it sound like you’re struggling just to get along.”

“Well,” Sasha snorts, “he’s not wrong. We don’t keep most of what we catch. But we can’t stay in the walls, because that defeats the point of the Survey Corps, and because we’d all starve to death.”

“We’ll only starve to death because of that stomach of yours.”

“How dare you, Connor Springer.”

“You are not allowed to use that name on me. Wench.”

Simultaneously they raise their fists. Coincidentally, this is the moment Shadis decides to appear.

“Guys,” I hiss, but it’s too late. His shadow falls upon us. 

“Braus!” His voice is deep and steady and bone-rattling and loud, practically lunging at us from where he stands. “Springer!”

In a flash they turn into little toy soldiers, fists now pounding their chest in a strange salute. “Sir!”

Sasha gives me one of those pointed looks. Shit. How does it go? One hand twisted over my chest — no the other way — and that’s where I stop because someone’s warm breath turns a few hairs on the top of my head. 

I was so much happier the last time I stared at the dirt.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing waltzing around? Do you think this is some sort of game?”

The yelling is also another indicator of his presence. I don’t just hear it; the absolute sound waves pierce my form and go through me, sending my heart on fluttering tangents. He’s the best yeller, no doubt. And he’s right behind me, and he’s going to chew me up, and I’m pinned.

“No, sir! This is not a game!”

“Answer my question!”

“We were just— just—” Connie’s wild gaze is fixed at some point above my head. 

“We’re doing orientation, sir!” Sasha butts in, damn well saving his life. “For Ossie, sir!” 

He doesn’t even spare her a passing glance. “Orientation,” he muses. “You!” 

I shrink. Does he mean me? I look to my comrades and they offer grim affirmation. “Yes sir.” Weak!

“‘Yes sir?’ Did nobody tell you to look at your superiors when they talk to you?”

“Yessir. No, sir.” Still, I don’t turn, because seeing him there in the flesh, his bulging eyes and breath and the way his chest contracts with every phrase would make him real. 

“Turn around, maggot! The two of you are dismissed.”

Now Connie and Sasha give me the bug eyes so I spin on my heel without another thought and stare at the sparse hairs between his eyebrows. 

“Tuh,” he grunts. “You’re the amnesiac girl.”

He means that in a good way, right?

“What’s your name, cadet?”

“Ouh… Ostrich, sir.” I spit the words out like sand.

“Ostrich.” Emphasising the first syllable. He leans back, tasting the word a few times in his wrinkled mouth. “And why are you here, Ostrich?”

“Um. I.” Soft fabric of Jean’s sweater highlighted by the infinite starry sky. What did I say to him back then? Shit. “Can’t leave, sir.”

“What? Speak up!”

I swallow between words for the hundredth time. “I want to be here, sir!” 

The two marbles stuck into his head threaten to roll out. “Want to be here,” he repeats, incredulous. “You want to be here? That has got to be,” he says with intensifying volume, “the absolute worst excuse I’ve ever heard for leeching around! Do you think living is free around here?” Sounds that somehow escape me don’t sate him. “Answer me, maggot!” 

If there is a god, he must detest me. “Sir!”

“Fix your stance, leech! Back straight, feet forward! Look up, for Christ’s sake! Forget your lefts and rights, leech?” 

My nails attack my palms, I stare vehemently into one of his forehead wrinkles, feet freezing cold with heels clicking together. “Sir!” 

“You’re useless!”

“I’m useless!”

“Selfish!”

“I am selfish!”

“You are a leech, cadet!”

“I am a leech, sir!” 

He gives me a final once-over. “Go join your friends.”

I gasp a breath I didn’t know I was holding and turn tail. Where? Away. 

“Ossie. Ossie!” A hand juts out from behind a corner and reels me in and I smack into a jacket-covered body. Connie comes around to stand in front of me with Sasha. “You good, or what?”

I rake a glassy gaze over the two of them. “You waited for me?”

“I wouldn’t leave ya to Shadis.” Sasha rapidly shakes her head. “Never in a million years.”

“God, I’m sorry that happened to you.” Connie clicks his tongue. “He does that to everyone, cooks them on the spot. If you ask me, old man needs to bone.”

I take a deep breath, a little shaky, find my balance on ice-cold heels. All good. “Yeah, sign me up.”

 They giggle and it pulls me back to life. “Now what?”

“We—”

“Shopping!” Sasha announces, awaiting Connie’s protest with a hard stare. He shrugs. “Sounds good, I guess.” 

So we start back inside, through the cracked doors and across the main lobby. The floor feels spongy so I look down at my slipper socks that are brown. 

They’re supposed to be pink. 

At once the sensations plague me from all directions: dirt under my toenails, the squishiness, a faint sense of damp amongst the shroud of cold. Water welling up with every shift of balance. “Oh my god—”

“No more steps!” Connie exclaims, having noticed. “Just… don’t move…” 

“No!” Sasha snatches my arm. “I’ll carry you! By the time Levi gets here we’ll be gone.” 

“Wait, let me take them off.”

“Do it fast!” 

I quiver onto one foot and start peeling off one shoe, heel first. Sasha supports me by the shoulder and I shoot her a quick smile. One, then two are off, and I’m standing barefoot on the muddy tile. 

“Now what?” Connie groans. “Ohh, my jacket…” He shrugs it off and drops it on top of a footprint, ready to wipe. 

“Wait, Connie!” He looks up, pained. “Isn’t there a mop or something you could use instead?”

“Where?”

I turn to Sasha. “Uhh… kitchens?”

He snaps and points before darting away. 

“Connie, you little— ugh!” Sasha exclaims. “What’d we do?”

“We should wait for him. Oh.” Carefully stepping onto a brown patch — it’s gritty and disgusting — I snatch Connie’s jacket. “I’m gonna wipe my feet off on those door mats.”

Sasha keeps pace beside me. “It’s my fault. I shoulda gotten some shoes for you.”

I should have noticed it the moment I stepped outside, but I didn’t.” I smile. “It’s my fault.” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, what’s wrong with you.”

The mat I’m halfheartedly kicking is rough. 

“No, this is good,” Sasha says. “When we go down to the warehouse, we’ll get new things for you. Including shoes.” 

Connie is heard before he is seen, teetering over with a heavy bucket in one hand and gray mop in the other. He finally drops the bucket, almost curling it on its castors, scrubbing furiously. “Gone, gone, gone…”

“Thanks for coming back for us, Connie.”

He affords a small glance up. “Oh, anytime!” Then he double takes. “Can't say the same for Sash, though.”

“Fuck off, goblin.”

“Gobblin deez nuts?”

“Ossie, let me kick his head.” Sasha says not-so-quietly as Connie wheezes into his bucket. “Just give the word.”

“Then who will clean the floor?”

She shakes her head. “Connie, we’re gonna go now.”

“Eh?” He dunks the mop into equally murky bucket water. “And if Levi comes?”

“Be manly and take the blame for it.”

“Hell no!” His voice cracks. “Stay here, I’m almost done.”

“Me and Ossie are leaving you.”

“What, to go clothes shopping?” he scoffs, scrubbing the floor in a figure-8 motion. Sasha doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either, and this spurs him to look up. “Eh?”

“Just catch up with us, okay?” Sasha’s already walking away with a vice grip on my elbow. “Ossie needs shoes.”

“Oh— hold on,” I say, laying Connie’s coat on the mat. What do I do with these muddy slippers?

“No! Sash, I’m sorry! Ossie! Stop her!”

She shakes her head again. The best I can do is give him a little grimace of apology over my shoulder before Sasha shuts a door, separating us. 

“Watch ya step!” Sasha sings as I nearly kill myself falling over a stone ledge. More specifically, a set of concrete stairs ending in a deep and pipelined pit. A faint trill paired with the smell of old, wet wood drifts through the thickly painted walls like an ill-fated vapour. 

“Shouldn’t we wait for Connie?” Leaving him by himself in the lobby, just waiting to be chewed out, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So does the mould. 

“He’ll be fine.”

If you say so. She leads the way and I follow blindly, every unseen step a little thrill for my system, until I walk into her. 

“Shh! Quiet time now.” 

“Where are you?”

“Shh!”

Oh, god, Sasha, don’t leave me here. The darkness simmers and clogs, congealing into a primal, glaring beast, pupils beady and bulging and as numerous as there are stars in the sky. It brushes my arm. 

“Ah—”

“Whoops!” Sasha! “Hold on a minute.”

Squeak and hiss. A faltering match flame becomes the sole interest of my imagination before it’s wedged into some glass and metal contraption, catching the wick, and flaring its brilliant light onto the focussed face of Sasha. She looks really proud of herself. “First try.”

“Is that a lantern?” I’m fixated by the little fire in its globular glass prison. “Where did you get something like that?”

“Oh, you find little things here and there.”

“From…?” I’m not sure how to continue.

“People’s houses. You ready?”

“Oh. Yeah.” 

Lantern swinging, she nods and starts down a narrow channel between a concrete wall and some enormous, Home Depot-esque shelves.

People’s houses? She’s going into people’s houses? Where are the people that are supposed to be in them? 

“…dead, or zombified.”

And you know what happens to zombies. 

“Hey, Sasha.”

“Hm?” 

“Have you ever…” ‘Killed’ is a strong word and one she might fancy to use on me if I'm not careful. “Fought zombies?”

“Oh, yeah, of course!” Her pitch echoes back at us after enough delay to tell me that this place is huge. “I think right now Mikasa has the highest kill count, or Armin, if you count that trap of his. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re givin’ me that fishy look again, Ossie.”

Tracing some thickly-printed letters on a nondescript box, I smile a smile. “Sorry.” Puma, it reads. 

“Mmm,” she goes slowly, as if working through a thought. “Are you afraid?”

Puma. “What do you mean?”

The light flickers out for a moment. “I don’t know. You just seem like it.”

“Oh.” Afraid is a big word. So is the thought of zombie apocalypse. The elimination of mankind, leaving behind nothing but desolation and material memories. The undead and injured that cry out for you from the throes of no return, flesh mangled past that of the deepest medical atrocities. Walking corpses. Dead that should be dead. Knowing you might be next. Stuff of movies. Ridiculous, really. As long as I refuse to believe it, nothing bad will happen. “You’re probably right.”

Sasha stops, smiles, and tucks some hair behind her ear. “Would be weird if you weren’t.” 

She leaves me standing there for a moment. Right. Of course anyone would be afraid. Of course they’re scared, Ossie. No matter how arrogant or self-assured they might seem, they’re humans too. Hell, they’re just kids. 

“Almost there,” Sasha says. “Try to be quiet till we get there? We shouldn’t be seen here.”

“Did you say this is perfectly legal?”

“Shh…” She holds the lantern in the direction of our destination: between the shelves. “The shoe place. We’re here.” I can hear Sasha’s grin as she passes me the light. “Pick and choose.”

“Choose,” I repeat as the full sight beholds me. Rows upon columns of shoeboxes in fresh, gleaming cardboard. “Oh my god.” A quick glance at Sasha — she’s still smiling — and I lopsidedly pick one out, set it on the ground, and flip the lid. “It’s shoes.”

“Shoes, right?” 

“Shoes,” I echo like a warbled reflection on a spoon. “I just… pick and choose?”

“Mhm!”

“Wow… thanks, Sasha.”

She sweeps her arm at the shelves. “Go! Oh, put your old ones down there."

So I do as she says and take a few steps down the aisle, grab a box, slide it out of place, pop the lid. Hiking shoes. 

“Those’re cool, you like them? Let’s get them!” 

“I don’t think those will fit.”

“Well, let’s try!”

“Sash—”

She fishes out a shoe, realising it’s about double my size. “Never mind. Ooh!” Shutting and shoving away the box in my hand, she pulls out another. “How about flip-flops? My grandma used to call them thongs. You know, I saw Erwin wearing a pair once.”

I look at Sasha as she hands me the box. He was wearing the shoes, right? Inside rests a pair of plasticky-skinned shoes. “Maybe something more practical?”

“Right, right. They’re ugly anyway.” She scans the shelves by running her fingers across the boxes, humming, then suddenly dives in with both hands to snap one up. “Thi—” A rattle, then half of the shelf explodes and and landslides to the ground with Sasha at its epicentre. 

“Sasha!” 

She looks straight down at the boxes disembowelled at her feet — she must have taken a box from the bottom. “Are you okay?” 

“We’d better clean up before someone catches us.”

“What?”

“I’m joking.” She grins. “There’s nobody here.”

I sigh and look around. “Okay, let’s clean this up.” Once I pick out a pair we can get out of here. 

“Ooo!” Sasha drops what she has and plucks a pair of shoes by the laces. “These ones look nice!” 

“Yeah. Do you see what box they belong to?”

She scowls, drops them, and takes another pair, tissue paper drifting off with a strange sort of grace. “Maybe some slip-ons. Or loafers!”

I close a shoebox over her hands, taking the shoes with them. “Loafers?”

Shrugging, she takes her hands out. “Levi likes them.”

Do I look like Levi? “Good to know.” I put the box next to the others. 

“Ohh, you’d look great in these.” Dangling from her fingers this time is a gaudy pair of strappy stilettos in pink, red, or some strange shade of purple. “Marco would really like ‘em, eh?” She wiggles her eyebrows. 

Ignoring — trying to ignore whatever implications lie beneath her stupid expression, I shoot back, “I’m not sure they’d fit him.” 

She scowls and now it’s my turn to smirk a little. “Pass them?”

“Come on,” she drones, abiding. “You are getting shoes, right? I didn’t take you down here for nothing. Don’t expect anyone else to do it for you cuz Shadis doesn’t even care! He only cares about coffee and being single.”

I stop at this. “What?”

She nods earnestly. “He never had a wife or anything so he’s always grumpy.”

“Huh.” Honestly, it’s too ridiculous to be false. 

“I think he had the hots for Eren’s mom.”

My eyebrows shoot up on their own. “Okay, no.”

“It’s true!” 

A laugh fizzles out of me. “No— no way.” Her expression makes me laugh harder than I like to. 

“Go ask Eren! Serious! He has the pictures!” 

“Of his mom? And— and Shadis?”

Tendons knot the back of Sasha’s hands as she wrings them. “E-yes!” she cries. 

“Pfff!” Shadis, thirsting over a woman? Eren’s mom, of all people? 

“You gotta believe me, Aw-sie!” Amid her distress, an accent breaks through, a little twist of her words. 

“Okay, I— I believe you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“Whatever.”

Again, I smile a little, realising I’ve been wrapping and unwrapping some laces around my fingers. I flick its metal aglets against the lantern glass, expecting a nice sound and receiving one against the now-noticeable drum of background noise. 

“Those ones look nice, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” I say. They are nice. I like their style and practicality and any pretty person would look really good in them. 

“Try them.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t—”

Sasha sighs. “Ossie.” 

So I put them on.

Shuffling over, she looks straight down at them. “What do you think?”

“They fit nice,” I say to the top of her head. But my feet are still dirty.

“They look good on you.” An obligatory statement. 

“Thanks, Sasha.”

“Much better than what you had before.”

“Okay.”

“So you’re keeping them.”

“What?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know you like them. You know you like them.”

I swallow a “but” statement and watch like a humiliated child as Sasha puts away the last of the shoes and gets up. “See, that was fun!” Shadows shift and lengthen as she picks up the lantern, giving the sense that everything is falling away. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Where even are we?”

“Basement.” She beckons as she exits. “Where we store stuff.”

I can’t imagine carrying all these things down the stairs and through this narrow corridor. Actually, it shouldn’t be possible at all. “The way we went down, that’s not the main entrance, is it?”

The lantern sways again. “Nah. It’s a secret, so you’d better not tell anyone about it.”

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“How nice of you to join me,” Connie says when we find him leaning against a yellow and black-striped bannister flanking a huge warehouse door. He stresses his words in just the right way. “Thought you got lost.”

“Nope.”

He stands straight. “Hey, nice shoes.”

“Thanks,” I mutter as Sasha suddenly rubs her fist against my scalp. “Ah.”

“You do realize.” Connie stands up and walks closer. “We have to go back down to get more stuff.”

“Lead the way,” Sasha says as if that’s the most obvious thing ever, letting me go like a fish. 

Connie frowns and goes to open a smaller door beside the big one. Behind it are a set of stairs, wider, illuminated by a string of sparsely-placed lights, and beside the stairs is a huge ramp that leads to the garage door. “Did Sasha take you down her secret path?”

“Yeah,” I say, drowned out by Sasha’s sudden groan.

“Hey.” Stopping, Connie points at her, making her stop in her tracks. “You know better than that.”

“Relax, Cons.” She pushes away his finger with both hands. “I was quiet. Right, Ossie?”

“I forgot.”

“No you didn’t!” Sasha protests, cut off as Connie clicks his tongue and brings his finger back out, wagging it. 

“Ah, ah, ah, Sasha. Don’t bring Ossie into your schemes.”

We start moving again and Sasha huffs. “What are you, my dad?”

“Ugh, I wish,” Connie moans, running a hand over his face. “Oh my god.”

What?? I curveball a pleading glance at Sasha who only rolls her eyes so hard I’m sure they hurt. “Shut up, Springer.” 

“Hey, when’s your dad coming around again?”

“Stop it!”

He turns to me. “Hey Ossie, you haven’t seen Sasha’s dad yet, right?”

“Don’t you even,” she growls. 

“Oh, I will even. Ossie, make sure you don’t follow Sasha down her secret path anymore, she uses that to steal.”

“Really?” I say.

“Steal,” Sasha scoffs. “So what?” 

“Don’t make Ossie your accomplice.”

“I’m not a bozo.”

Connie puts out his hands and runs them around a large, invisible cylinder. “This one time she stole a smoked ham. An entire fucking ham. We would’ve been so mad if it wasn’t so tasty.”

“And you know what? Nothing bad came out of it, so—”

“Yeah, except your farts.”

“Shut up, Connie. Every time you open your mouth a moth flies by and dies.”

“Every time you open your mouth, people starve.”

“You— you’re ugly!”

“Weak.”

They stop for a moment, letting that familiar dull hum take the dialogue. Connie is really pretty, too. I don’t think a lot of people can pull of the short hair but he was made for it. 

“Well.” He bumps my shoulder with his fist, spreading into a wicked grin. “You ready for a real shopping spree?”

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I kick my feet under the table, sticking the fingers of one hand in the holes of the bench I sit on and clearing out a can of mixed beans and tuna with the other. 

“No, Connie, I’ve been in that room at night, and it’s really warm in there.”

“And I’m telling you, there’s no way! All the heated rooms are around the boiling area.”

“It is around the boiling area. Just on the other side.”

“Oh.”

It’s noontime and we’re having lunch. The cafeteria is a lot more crowded now — people stream in, clump around the kitchen window where a new person is handing out food, and stream out or find a spot at one of the tables. Some lean against the large support pillars. All clutter the air with their chatter, pieces of conversation cutting in and out from different mouths all around me. A beam of sunlight cracks through a stained glass porch light, splitting into hundreds of fractals. 

I’m almost done with my food but Connie and Sasha are more interested in conversation. That’s okay. I bring a plastic cup of water to my lips and tilt it down my throat, careful not to spill any on my new clothes. I’m having enough fun basking in this chaos. 

For the hundredth time in the last two minutes I scour the crowd. That guy looks familiar. Wait.

Marco.

He’s walking beside Ymir, who walks beside Christa. Every once in a while he leans forward to make eye contact with the small girl as they speak, and it might be my imagination, but Ymir always speeds up a little when he does. They must have just gotten their food. 

It’s the latter who notices me first. She raises an eyebrow and nudges her companion who lights up and points, saying something, bringing over Marco’s attention. He smiles and waves, I wave back and move a little closer to Connie to anticipate them. 

Sasha snaps her head up a moment before Connie calls for them. “Ay, Marco! And Ymir and Christa.”

“How’s it going?” Marco greets, sitting beside Sasha on the other side of the table. Christa takes her seat beside me with Ymir between them, making the bench shift a little under the added weight. 

“Banging,” Connie responds, taking a huge scoop of can slop. 

Christa brushes an invisible crumb off of her shirt. “I like your sweater, Ossie! Did you get it downstairs?”

“Yeah, I did,” I smile. I don’t know, it’s just nice that she noticed. Really nice. 

“You know,” she lowers her voice but not enough to invoke secrecy, “Ymir and I were the last ones to arrive before you. It gets better, really.” She pauses. “Especially if you have someone to help you.”

“Marc, do you know about the other warm room?” Connie asks across the table as I say, “Thanks, Christa.”

“There’s another one?”

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With some prodding from Marco, we ate swiftly. I force this dry throat to swallow in anticipation of seeing Shadis again, this time in his true element: the training area. Did my legs always feel this weak?

Sasha looks at me and grins for the nth time since we started walking toward the large, open space outside on the complete opposite side of the building from the garden. “Are you ready?”

“Would it change anything to say no?”

I’m greeted by a chorus of “no’s,” a “nope,” and a “not really.” 

“But,” Marco puts his big, warm hand on the flat bone part of my shoulder, “you’ll be fine. Shadis takes a little warming up to, is all.”

Connie and Ymir’s little chortles don’t reassure me in the slightest; honestly, not even Marco does. 

Sighing, Christa says, “Just make sure to do everything he tells you and never, ever talk back. It’s easy!” 

“Okay… anything else?”

Ymir finally speaks. “Don’t trip.”

With a few reassuring pats, we separate into a rehearsed line and stand facing the trash wall. The sound of birds pollute the mildly sweet air as they call to each other in coos, short trills, and repeated chortles, blissfully oblivious of whatever’s going on down here. 

I manage to count to 45. 

“Cadets!” Shadis booms. Oh, Jesus, it’s begun. This is ridiculous. What am I doing here. “About face!” We turn in sync, just like we practiced, and I stare holes into the back of some guy in front of me. I didn’t even hear the entire row of people in front of us enter. There’s silence, and I almost start counting again when he suddenly blares, “You know your places!” 

“Sir!” Like ants, everyone scatters. 

Everyone except me. 

Shadis keeps yelling, listing off some random names and tasks that exit my mind the minute I hear them like a lamprey up a vacuum hose. Where are you going? I stand, dumb and frozen and stupid as usual, and I can just feel Shadis staring me down with those horrifying, watery eyes. “Leech!”

I almost yell out but he keeps yelling from the noise bag he calls his stomach. “Join Bodt!”

Bodt? Bodt?! Who the hell is that? Is it that guy who keeps staring at me? Or that guy with a greasy hat? Or that lady with the enormous—

“I’m Bodt,” Marco calls, waving, and he’s gotta be joking, but no, he keeps waving me over, so I walk, head down, stiff-kneed, I brush right past the wrinkled terror. “You’re with me, Ossie,” he says, a little quieter. 

If there is a god, he must really like me. 

“I’m surprised,” he says as if nothing is off at all. “He usually chews the newbies out. But he left you alone. You know what that means?”

I stare and he stares back. “What… does it mean?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Anyways, Shadis assigned you to me, which means I’m your orienta…tor now. Not dumb and dumber over there.” He juts a thumb at said persons who are stabbing at each other with rubber knives with a grin. “You ready to start?”

“Start what?” 

“My favourite.” With that, he leans down, picks up a rifle, and scoops it into my arms. 

“Wait, this?” 

“Yup. It’s easy once you get a hang of it.” Now he has one of his own. “Lucky for you, I’m the best marksman in the group.” He grins harder, it’s almost maniacal. A man in his element. 

Wait, this? I blink, and as if finally waking up, I realize I hold a death weapon in my arms. One wrong move, it’d be so easy to maim. “Wait— hold on! Marco?”

“Yeah?”

How is he so… unconcerned? “Rake— take this off! I’m gonna kill someone!” 

“Huh? You mean the safety?” He leans over me to check something. “It’s already off. Aren’t you eager?” He giggles in that special way that he does. “Just don’t kill anyone, okay?”

“Marco!”

“Whaat?” He eyes me up and down. “Ohh. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” 

“You think so? Because—”

“I know so. Now c’mere.”

People around me are too absorbed in whatever they’re doing to notice. At least they won’t see it coming, they won’t see when I trip just like Ymir told me not to and pull the trigger with my brand new shoelace somehow and shoot through their head by accident because the safety is off. They’d take my shoes away and banish me or keep me in a cage in Shadis’ room so he can yell at me whenever he wants to. God. Damn. 

Somewhere close to Sasha and Connie’s area are Christa and Ymir. They’re going at each other with knives, too. Christa takes on a defensive stance, Ymir’s casual, and the former charges with a wide upward swing and it’s obvious what’s going to happen. It’s almost too graceful, the way the taller girl evades her attack, hardly displacing earth, and reaches behind her to prevent her from falling, which she does. Graceful and romantic, the way she cranes her neck to peer down at the blonde, noses nearly touching. Oh. I didn’t think friends did that. Must be another amnesia thing. Christa blushes — I can see it from here — and they detach. 

Oh. 

“Ossie!” Marco tilts his head so I come over to where he’s standing without moving my arms at all. “First things first. Show me how you hold the gun.” His sleeves are bunched up at his elbows, exposing thick forearms that point somewhere into the forest. 

“What if I kill someone?” 

“Just don’t pull the trigger.” He flaps a dismissive hand. “It’s fine, I’m here.” 

So you can just stop bullets with your mind? My teeth click together as hard as they can as I align the mouth of the barrel to the forest without much thought. His hand covers his little laugh a second too late. “Okay, so, a few improvements. Pfft.” My frown depends. “Don’t look at me like that. Okay, here, let me show you.”

He takes up his own weapon and holds his body in a proper gunman’s pose, feet apart, forward leaning, cheek against the wide base part. “It’s easy!” he exclaims, doing little to defuse my annoyance. “It just takes practice. Try again.”

So I perform my best rendition of his stance which is again met by a grin that’s a little too wide. “Better,” he says. “You’re right handed, right?” I nod. “You have your legs apart far enough — think shoulder width. But put your right foot back a little…” Putting his rifle aside with a quiet click, he goes behind me and I feel something — his foot — prod the inside of my shoe. I step back, otherwise staying statue-still. “Good. Now—” he comes up to my right, just close enough for goosebumps to rise on that side of my neck— “I always like to make sure that I’m touching the gun in four places. First, your left hand should be wrapped firmly around the forestock.” And without warning his warm palm encloses mine, slides it up the smooth barrel a bit. “Right there. A little tighter.”

Like my life depends on it. 

“Okay, good. You want a lot of strength here so it won’t move so much when you shoot.” He wiggles it a bit before letting go. “Next is your dominant hand, yeah, right there, you wanna make sure you can reach all the switches. Good! Look at you!”

“Look at me,” I rasp. 

“You wanna lean a bit more into it. Push your elbows in, there you go. Doesn’t it feel better?”

“I think?”

“Next points of contact are the butt which goes against your shoulder and the stock which goes against your cheek. You want to make sure that you can see through the eyepiece without moving your head too much.”

Eyepiece, eyepiece. I try looking through, but the angle’s all wrong. 

“Hey, keep your head still, okay? It all depends on the positioning of your gun. Like this.” He steps back and in a fluid, practiced motion, raises the firearm so its scope aligns with his eye. Every piece of it fits onto his body like a glove. I’m jealous. What? “See?”

“Okay.” Sure, I can do that, I’ve been doing this stuff since I was born. Lower the heavy thing, raise. It’s still off angle. How could you mess up such an easy thing? 

“Try a couple more times, it’s pretty tricky. But once you get the hang of it…” Marco walks forward, breathes, and three pops rip through the air like ripples on water. The recoil hardly seems to affect him at all. 

He turns back like a little girl with the gun pointed to earth. “See? One day you can be as good as me!” The same look he had on that night on the balcony is back again, that pride. “But not for a while, eh?” Giggle. 

Somewhere beyond the walls, a faraway target whose distance Marco could probably calculate with a passing glance rattles against the tree it’s pinned against. Three holes. 

Holy shit. Only a beast can do something like that. Marco… terrifying. 

When I turn to him, that little smirk is already plastered there, waiting, expecting, knowing. He might not show it as much, but he’s good, damn good, and he sure as hell knows it. 

“Try it.”

A wave of thrill rushes through me. “Are you sure?”

“Well…” His hand travels from his hip to his back pocket and pulls out a few golden bullets. “You’ll need these first.”

“Wh— so it was empty the entire time?”

“’Scuse me.” With a glint in his eye he pulls back some sort of lever, depositing the ammunition. 

That cheeky bastard. He shoves the lever, open palmed, back into its original position and shoots me a close-ranged smile of diablerie. I didn’t budge from the movement. “Good form,” he says, patting the barrel before stepping back. “Can you see through the scope all right?”

“Yeah.”

“Make sure to pull the trigger all the way back. Like, sweep it. It’s not a button.”

“Okay.” I’m doing this? 

“Good form?”

“Yeah.”

“Aim.” 

I guess I’m doing this. I centre the target on the scope.  

“You can do this, Ossie.” He steps in behind me. “Fir—!”

Sweep the trigger, explosion, grey sky. I’m off my feet and then I’m on them again. 

“Woah! You okay?”

“I did it,” I breathe like I didn’t just get hit by a truck in the shoulder, looking up at Marco’s face framed by the clouds. “I did, right? Did I do it?”

“Mm, see for yourself. Can you stand?”

“Oh.” Oh! I find my feet and Marco’s arms lift away from me. He’d caught me when I tumbled back from the recoil like a total idiot and the realization rolls across my skin like a flaming cactus. “I’m really sorry.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He shrugs. “Your first shot. How do you feel?”

“Uh…” I sneak a glance at the target. Three holes. Ah. There’s disappointment, but what else could I expect? “Am I supposed to feel something?”

He tilts his head. “Proud. You’re a little marksman now.” 

“Little marksman…” 

“Doesn't matter if you don’t hit the target the first time. Nobody does. That’s why we practice.” He taps my shoulder. “No turning back, eh?”

“What about the bullets?”

“We got a million of them.” He steps back. “Try again.”

It takes two tries to get the gun into the right position. Form, aim…

Bang. I’m pushed back a stumble and a half, but I don’t fall. 

“Huh! Not bad!”

“Didn’t fall this time,” I smile. But then I see the fourth hole. 

It’s almost off the edge of the target, but it’s there. My hole. 

My hole!

“Either you’re a real natural or I’m a hell of a teacher.” He’s brimming with excitement. “That’s amazing, Ossie!” 

“I— wow.” I wipe some invisible drool off the corner of my mouth to cover my enormous and stupid grin. “I wouldn’t— it’s definitely because of you, Marco.” 

“Well, we can’t say for sure just yet, can we?” He raises his eyebrows. 

I lower my hand. “Okay, Marco.” I can do it again, right? Form, aim—

“Bam.”

Shit! The trigger yanks and the bullet never meets the painted wood, soaring high up into the trees. Shit, what was that? My heart pounds as I clutch the weapon to my chest and nearly trip back a step to see the source of that humid whisper against my ear. 

Jean. 

He stands as nonchalant as ever, scratching the side of his nose with his pinky. “Hey, you missed it.”

“Jean!” Marco says, harshly, stepping in front of me to confront him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

His little finger turns to point at Marco. “Helping you.”

“I— how is that helping?”

Jean’s pupils flit to me under squinted eyes. “Anyone holding a rifle shouldn’t be so sensitive to outside noises.”

Under his withering expression and my withering self-confidence I try to say something when Marco gapes. “Are you serious?”

Jean seems to be taken by surprise by Marco’s unusual outburst, but he’s in no position to back down; it only spurs him further after a moment of stunned silence. “Of course I’m being serious! The whole world’s not gonna shut up just so she can take a shot.”

Bracing myself, I try again. “Je—”

“Jean, she’s holding a gun. She’s training.” His statement ends with a short laugh. “So—”

“So? You don’t want her to be prepared?”

The two of them loom tall, trapping me in my own valley where the things I want to say echo off the steep stone walls, coming out distorted and janky, if at all. What would a normal person do in this situation? 

“Well, yes, but—”

“What I don’t get, Marco, is why you’re babying her so much! Why’re you taking her under your wing like that, when nobody did that shit for us?”

They can’t hear me at all. 

“Well, for exactly that reason. Because nobody did it for us, so—”

“That’s just gonna get her killed. Do you know why we’re still alive? Because we learned the hard way. We toughened up! You really don’t expect to be there playing superman every time there’s trouble, is there?”

“Of course not, but the point is—”

Form. How’s my form? 

“The point is, you’re too much of a ‘nice guy’—” air quotes and all— “which puts you, and everyone else, at—”

One swift movement, just like Marco did. The two of them shut and back up as the barrel swings up between them. Splitting the ravine. My gaze skims the eyepiece perfectly on the first try, and the pieces of the weapon fit the curves of my body perfectly. 

“Hey, watch where you point that thing!”

Aim. 

“Are you serious—”

Bam. 

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editing this chapter made me realize how much i use the word 'squirm'

i think its cool that this story is just for us, me and you.

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masterlist 3 - a dark stain on the carpet 5 - invert umbrella

[skylarstark4826]

“Hey, Yam.” Rotxo approached Neteyam who was sat in his Marui pod alone. Rotxo sat down next to him. Neteyam looked at Rotxo and sighed.

“Whats up?” Rotxo asked.

“Nothing, but I want to ask you something.” Neteyam looked Rotxo seriously in the eyes before looking away. “Are.. are you going to cheat on me? I’m sorry if it is a stupid question, I didn’t mean to ask-“ Rotxo chuckled. Neteyams ears perked up.

“Of course not, Yam. I would never.” Rotxo answered while smiling at him. He felt Neteyams hands trying to find his. Their hands met and they slowly intertwined. Neteyam kissed Rotxo on the cheek. Rotxo blushed before jumping on top of Neteyam and showering him with kisses and maybe a bit of tickles here and there.

“Woah! Okay, okay-“ Neteyam giggled repeatedly as his neck and face was getting stained by Rotxos kisses of love.

“I love you, I love you, love you.” They both laughed in the sight of a ray of sunlight. Rotxo brought Neteyam into a long, slow kiss. They had let go just to attach their lips back again. Neteyams hands trailed slowly to Rotxos queue. Rotxo eyes opened and his hands grabbing his queue himself, letting Neteyam grabbed his queue himself. Rotxo connected it impatiently, both of their pupils dilated. Neteyam looked at Rotxos eyes, immediately connecting their lips together. The Omatikayan boy played with the Metkayinas boy hair.

They had eventually let go and gasped. Neteyam giggled and they looked at their queues. Unconnecting them before looking back at eachother.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say.. I set up something-“ Rotxo got up and held his hand to Neteyam and it was gladly took by the Omatikayan boy.

Rotxo had walked over to a large love heart made out of different types of shells. Neteyam gasped. Rotxo was pleased with his reaction cause he spent about 4 hours on this because the wind kept blowing the shells away. He wanted to make this perfect for his new boyfriend.

“Oh my god.. This is so cute Txo!” Neteyam smiled cheerfully. Rotxo sat himself and Neteyam down in the middle of the large shell heart. He grabbed a basket made of shells too with a cap on top and opened it. It was full of heart shaped fruits he had carved out perfectly himself.

“No.. You didn’t have to do this!” Neteyam grabbed one of the fruit and the tips of his mouth went up so quickly. Rotxo smiled at the sight of the Omatikayan boy.

“I did have to. I love you Yam.” Neteyam looked up at him, his cheeks were a slight red from being flustered, yet shocked how Rotxo did this just for him.

“I know you’ve had a hard time lately. Because of Aonung and stuff. I made this for you to feel better — and to show you how much I love you. Ever since you’ve came to me for comfort, I just felt.. some feeling. Some feeling I could fix you. Some feeling that I can be the better boyfriend that he could ever be. And when you accepted me to be your boyfriend my heart was pumping, I couldn’t even believe my ears. I love you Neteyam.” Neteyam started crying and Rotxo immediately thought he said something wrong.

“I’m sorry I never should’ve said that-“ Rotxo was interrupted by Neteyam who was smiling.

“No- It’s okay Txo- Its just- You’re so sweet.” Neteyam sniffed while he wiped his tears. “I’ve just had such a rough time and when you came into my life it just made it so much better. It was like my life was black and white and when you joined my life it became full of colour.” Neteyam smiled while stroking Rotxos cheek. He hugged him tightly. The other boy returned it back.

They let go after some time and Rotxo grabbed one of the fruit and handed it to Neteyam. Rotxo grabbed one of the fruit and ate it. Neteyam did the same.

Rotxo was going to be the better boyfriend that Aonung would ever be. He would make Neteyams life better. Whatever it takes for Neteyam.

[primusfortuna]

Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (04)

[01] [02] [03] [XX] [05] [Sun] [Moon]

“A Brief Date”

The day after Rouge-san and I paraded around town as preachers―

Emma: We got rid of our flyers and ribbons in the blink of an eye today.

Rouge: We didn’t even get the chance to advertise before they swarmed us begging please, please!

Emma: Your singing was a huge hit yesterday. But it sure got stressful today, getting asked to sing everywhere we went...

Rouge: Ahaha, who cares? It was fun! I could tell the townspeople have gotten pumped full of enthusiasm for Love Day.

Rouge: But uh, I’ve gotten a teensy bit tired. I think I wanna take a breather.

Emma: Well... then how about we shop for gifts for the Moon Wanderers?

Rouge: ...Oh. Yeah, I remember you saying you wanted to get them some things.

Rouge: Sounds good. Let’s go pick ’em out together.

Emma: Okay!

Rouge: What about... this liquor shop? I’ll get some good wine for Gran.

Stall Owner: Welcome! Say, if it isn’t Rouge-chan! Your debt collectors aren’t after you today?

Emma: That question has become a greeting at this point...

Rouge: Ahaha~...

Stall Owner: So, looking for wine? I’ll get you my signature bottle.

Rouge: You’re a lifesaver! While you’re at it, could you maybe give me a little bit of a discount―

Emma: Rouge-san!

Rouge: Next... let’s take a peek at that fresh produce stall. I feel like food means everything to Crow and Itsuki...

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Woah! Rouge brought back a girl!

Rouge: Hiiya, shopkeep! Got any foods that last a long time?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Young lady, you have to believe me. Give up on this guy.

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: I know he might be handsome, but he is riddled with problems. He’ll only make you cry, you understand?

Rouge: Um... Could you not start slandering me immediately after meeting her, please...?

Rouge: Anyway, we haven’t known each other for that long, have we?

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: A few days of watching you is enough to tell you’re a scumbag. If you do anything to hurt a girl this cute―

Emma: It’s okay.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Eh?

Emma: I’m pretty sure I’m, um... very familiar with all the best parts of Rouge-san.

Rouge & Shopkeep: Woahhh....!!

Emma: Ah, but, we’re not dating or anything―

Rouge: Shopkeep! I might be the happiest man in the world right now!

Middle-Aged Shopkeep: Ahh! You better cherish this one, I mean it!

Emma: Please listen to me, you two!

Later...

After leaving the produce shop, we step into a small general store.

Emma: Are you sure you’re okay about the food? The shopkeeper wanted to treat us to it...

Rouge: It’s fine. It would’ve been so lame if I let him treat me after all you said about me.

Rouge: ...But anyway, I’m curious about something.

Emma: What?

Rouge: About those “best parts” of me...

↪ You have a nice voice (Sun +12)

Emma: Hm... I think you have a nice voice, Rouge-san. Emma: Not just when you sing, but your normal voice, too. Listening to you puts me at ease. Rouge: Hehe. You tell me that all the time. Rouge: That makes me happy, really.

↪ You’re a nice person (Moon +12)

Emma: Well, you’re a nice person, Rouge-san. Emma: I think it’s amazing how you can hit it off with anyone you meet. Rouge: That’s nothing to praise me over. Rouge: I just happen to meet all good people.

Rouge: Hmm... But I was hoping for a little different answer.

Emma: Different how?

Rouge: Something like, “Rouge-san, you’re so manly and reliable and super awesome ★”?

Emma: Okay, anyway, let’s go look for presents! We can’t take too long of a break.

Rouge: Hey? That was a pretty aggressive change of subject. Y’know, I love that assertive side of you.

Emma: Aren’t these animal figurines just darling?

Rouge: Oh! I like them~ They kinda remind me of Corocle.

Rouge: Noah would probably like these, huh? Although, he wouldn’t be caught dead accepting a present from me.

Despite saying that, Rouge-san doesn’t pick up a single figurine from the shelf...

Rouge: I’m gonna go check out the alcohol over there.

Emma: (Now that I think about it... We’ve only stopped at liquor and food shops so far.)

Something feels just a little off.

Feeling like some sort of splinter is stuck in my heart, I can’t help but worry.

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