#I want to see those dumbass words come out of his stupid mouth

[allegg]

Okay I’m not American but holy shit I just woke up what the fuck is going on

[juniperdugong]

How NOT to Summon a Demon

Pairing: demon!Sukuna x GN!reader (reader is in college) Genre: Fluff CW: Swearing WC: 872

Day 8 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: Hey at least my other two today were drabbles... ANYWAYS! Anyone up for domestic demon tutor Sukua AU tonight!! Hell yeah!

"I don't know how this happened..." You sat kneeling as you furiously scrambled to skim over pages and pages of text. Texts that you were sure you memorized to a tee but obviously... something went wrong somewhere along the way - Because instead of a silly little imp meant to help you with homework, you had a hulking man triple your size staring down at you.

"Yeah, well I'm here now and you've disturbed my peace." The man gruffs, grabbing at the book in your hand and examining it, "You screwed up."

"I know. Obviously, I know." You're scratching your head trying to think of something - anything - that would make this better. "What do I do? Send you back? How?"

"Nope. Can't be sent back till whatever you made a deal for is done..." Tossing the book aside the monster of a man took residence on your bed, making himself comfortable as you grew more and more uncomfortable with the situation; The bed squeaked and groaned with the sudden unknown weight.

"Oh- I wanted or- The deal I was trying to make was for help with my homework..." You sheepishly fold, now embarrassed as you hear the ridiculous words come out of your mouth - Who the hell tries to summon a demon to take care of something as simple as homework? And why the heck would a spell meant to do that summon this beast of a demon who obviously has more practice in killing than mathematics?

"Homework? Ha!" He picks himself up and grunts like an old man as he sits at the edge of the bed, "That's so stupid. You couldn't have made a deal to- I don't know. Become top of your class or graduate early of something?"

"I didn't have the foresight to make those types of deals..."

"Woah a dumbass like you can use big words like 'foresight'"

"Hey! That's mean." You snap back at him.

"I'm a literal demon... I don't know what you expected, babe." The use of a nickname throws you for a loop and your face gets warmer with the sudden casual talk between you two. You hear a deep chuckle come from the demon seeing your reaction.

He rubs his hands together and black dust begins to accumulate, with a simple snap a pair of glasses fit for himself apparates from nothing. "What are you doing then? Sit in your chair." He gestures towards your desk.

"What?" You do as he says out of fear but with confusion written all over your face.

"What do you mean 'what?', brat." He lurches forward and sits on the floor next to you, large enough that he sits at nearly the same height as you in your desk chair. "What are we doing first? Science, math, or English?"

---

The next few days become oddly comfortable with the presence of a demon. Thankfully, no one was able to see him other than you unless he wanted them to. Did this lead to many instances of him practically stalking you or appearing out of nowhere? Yes... but even these became common occurrences - Ones that you didn't really mind as long as you were getting your grades up.

It's only when the semester comes to a close and you and (who you learned to call) Sukuna are much more friendly than a person oughta be with a demon that you begin to wonder...

"Sukuna?"

"What, brat?" Sukuna mumbles, words slightly muffled as he nuzzles closer to your neck. You're both cuddled snuggly into each other. A light blanket draped over you because Sukuna's warmth was more than enough to keep the winter cold at bay.

"Why aren't you gone?" There's a pregnant pause as he takes in what you just said and you giggle as he suddenly manhandles you to face towards him - A furious look on his face (even more so than usual) that screws up into confusion.

"What? You want me gone?" He's stern and you can detect just a hint of sadness and distress coming from him as his thoughts race.

"No. I mean-" And you do your best to wrap your arms around him and bring him in close... Only able to pull yourself closer to his unmoving form in the process, "You said you'd be sent back once the deal is up. My grades are up and my school work is done, so I'm just wondering-"

Looking up you see the rarest of sights - a slight blush on Sukuna's face as you remember his words from so long ago. "Kuna?"

"What?-" He comes back to his senses, bringing you into a tight hug and smothering you with his chest so you wouldn't see the face of the demon go red from embarrassment. "You're so stupid that you probably wouldn't be able to live without me... so I decided to stay."

"Yof cam do dat?" (You can do that?) Your voice is completely muffled as he overpowers you.

"I can do whatever the hell I want. I'm a fucking demon, babe."

And you're not sure if you're comforted by his words but you're kinda glad that you got this guy instead of some whimpy imp.

A/N: And just like that I'm caught up lol. I'm obsessed with soft Sukuna, sorry not sorry. My JJk "drabbles" always end up being ficlets and I have no qualms about that.

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i literally have no idea what this is, or where it came from but here's a thing:

pairing: steddie | word count: 2,043 | rated:��M (will be E in next part)

Eddie Munson was not Steve’s bi awakening, okay? He wasn’t.

He just happened to be standing in the middle of Family Video dressed like his bi awakening (and it didn’t help that he already had an embarrassingly huge crush on the guy).

Steve had come out of the back none the wiser to what he was about to see, glancing up from the tape he was carrying for someone who’d called earlier. His eyes met big, clunky, worn-in cowboy boots, long lean legs (and very nice ass–damn, they’ve got one of those stupid bandanas in their back pocket too) in classic Levis so tight they looked like they were painted on, the back of leather jacket (--hold on), and the back of a head of long, wild-looking, sun-kissed, yet still dark hair.

After his seconds-long oogling, Robin, who was chatting with Bon Jovi’s twin at the counter, glances behind him at Steve. 

Bon Jovi tries to turn and look back without taking himself off the counter, but when that insane hair of his gets in the way, he shoves up off the counter and spins on one heel.

“Munson? Where the hell’ve you been?” Steve thanks whatever it is up there that the surprise of seeing Eddie again temporarily suspends his frazzled ‘hothothothothot’ thoughts about his friend enough to respond normally.

“Damn, Stevie, been gone all summer and all I get is a ‘The hell’ve you been’?”

“Of course, asshole, you’ve been gone All. Summer.” Steve says, finally getting to the counter himself and dropping the tape on it. He scoops Eddie up in a tight hug, one long won from their month of recovery post-Vecna.

Everything went fine, Vecna was dead, the upside-down sealed away, but they hadn’t all left unscathed. Specifically Steve and Eddie, both of whom ended their spring break from hell nursing bat wounds, and closer than ever before. 

Then, after finally graduating, being hailed a hero for “saving” Max and Dustin from the real killer (thank you, suspicious government people), Eddie was hauled out of Hawkins by his Uncle, the former of whom got just enough time for a quick ‘Gotta go, Wayne wants me helping out at the farm this summer,’ before he was gone.

“I told you I would be, Harrington,” Eddie says once Steve sets him back down on his own two feet.

“So what happened? Where’ve you really been?”

Eddie raises a brow, “At the farm. Like I said.”

“Okay, well, excuse me for thinking it may have been the same 'farm' my parents said my childhood dog was sent off to.”

“You think my Uncle was gonna take me upstate to shoot me dead?”

“Obviously not, dumbass, but what other goddamn reason would you, Eddie Munson, have to be on a farm. Like with cows and stuff?”

“Though the sun did you some favors,” Robin cuts back in.

And isn’t that the truth. Up close now (and letting himself look), Steve could see how Eddie’s normally dark hair and pale complexion were now sun-kissed and so well be-freckled that it sent his stomach for another rollercoaster ride.

“Yeah, Munson, you planning on keeping the blond around?” Steve teases, picking up a strand of sun-lightened hair off Eddie’s shoulder and giving it a short tug.

“I don’t know, I’m not really used to how light…”

Whatever Eddie says after that is completely drowned out by ringing in Steve’s ears because Eddie stretches an arm up to paw at the top of his head and he’s wearing a crop top.

He’s wearing a goddamn crop top under his jacket, some band tee that looks like he’d hacked off himself..and are those abs?? God damn he is so fine. It’s not fucking fair. Who does he think he is running around like Steve’s own personal wet dre–

“Holy shit.”

He couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of his mouth.

“H-holy shit, you’ve got abs, Eddie!”

‘Thank you, Robin.’ Steve thinks at her absently since his brain is completely preoccupied..

“Wha–? Oh! Yeah! Check me out, huh?!” Eddie grins wide, lifting his shirt just a bit more to show off the toned expanse of stomach. 

Steve’s mouth goes bone dry.

“And that’s not all,” Eddie says. He drops his shirt and shucks the jacket off his shoulders.

His very well sculpted shoulders.

And arms.

And oh god those hands. Steve could hear the soft scrapes of rough callouses against the leather when Eddie threw the garment onto the counter beside him and his only thought was about how they might feel against his skin..

Still beaming, Eddie flexes one, then both arms, his biceps bunching under more tanned skin. “I got a lot of ‘lifting heavy things and putting them back down again’ in over the summer.” he continues, “I’m probably stronger than you now, Harrington.”

“Ha haha, right..yeah. Robin, can you excuse us for a second?”

Steve doesn’t wait for her response before he grabs Eddie around one of those absolutely delicious biceps and hauls him through the store and out the back door.

He lets a grinning Eddie go as soon as they’re through the back door, taking a couple steps away towards the woods behind their building, and trying to calm down with measured breaths.

When he does turn around, Eddie’s stood away from the door, one hip cocked out and his arms crossed across his chest.

The grin on his face has melted down into a smirk though, and the look in his eyes is less teasing and more cautious.

Steve steps back up close to the other man, and literally starts to circle him like a shark. Scanning his eyes up and down Eddie’s body as he does.

“What’s goin’ on Stevie? Looking for some style tips?” he jokes.

Steve doesn’t answer, and starts his second cycle around his friend.

“You know, maybe get rid of some of those polos?” Eddie sounds just a bit more unsure this time.

Steve’s behind Eddie’s right shoulder when he speaks again. “You think you can barge back in after all this time, looking like that,” Steve comes around to stand in front of Eddie again, “And not expect me to react?”

Eddie grins wickedly again, and steps back at the same time Steve steps forward.

“Expect me to not want to devour you whole?”

“You expect me to want that, big boy?” Eddie says as he’s pressed between Steve and the closed back door.

Steve rears back immediately, “Shit, Eddie, I’m sor–”

“‘Cause I do.” Eddie grabs hold of Steve and spins them around, pressing the younger man back against the door instead. “Ohhh boy, do I want that.”

Steve groans as Eddie slots their hips together, “You really are a big boy, aren’t you sunshine?”

“The things I’m gonna do to you..” Steve growls out, Eddie’s jaw snapping open with his words.

They’re both startled away from the back door when Robin bangs on it, “You’ve got five minutes to get back in here before I drag you back in! It’s Friday and we’re about to get busy!” she yells through the door.

He hears her converse squeak on the tile inside the door as she heads back to the front, then chances a look at Eddie.

He looks as red as Steve feels, from the bit of his face he can see from behind the hair he holds over it.

“Eddie–”

“It’s cool, Harrington,” he wheezes out a dry laugh, glancing over at him, “Better get in for the rush before Robin comes back.

He reaches for the handle again, but is stopped short by a hand on his wrist.

“Listen, Eddie.” Steve says, giving the other man’s arm a soft tug to get him to turn around. “I may have gotten a little…over enthusiastic…”

Eddie’s face scrunches up in a weird way.

“No! Not in a bad way, unless you weren’t as into it as I was–doesn’t matter! Point is, I may have gone a little crazy, but I wasn’t faking it.”

“I don’t think guys can fake it, Steve-o.” Eddie jokes softly, a small smile on his face.

Steve chuckles just as soft, “Shut up man, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I think you do.”

“I dunno Steve," Eddie shrugs sarcastically, "You’re quite an enigma.”

“Okay, fine, here’s it spelled out for you: I am super into you.” Steve puts up a finger to stop whatever it is Eddie was about to say, “Hold on– I am bisexual, have been for a while and would like to try this..with you. If you want.”

“You gotta be more specific on what ‘this’ is, sunshine.” Eddie steps close to him once again.

Steve smirks, walking Eddie backward to the door again with both hands on his waist. Once he’s got him pressed back against the warm metal, he scoops the hair away from Eddie’s ear and holds it out of the way with a hand on the back of his neck.

He leans in, whispering right into Eddie’s ear. “I want to take you apart, Eddie.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath and Steve can feel the man’s heart hammering against his own chest.

“I want to suck you down, eat you out, and fuck you into next Tuesday.” He states, nipping on his earlobe for good measure before pulling back. 

Steve takes in Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes blown out they’re almost completely black, his chest heaving.

“I’d also like to totally romance you and date the fuck out of you, but…” he shrugs, grinning as Eddie smacks his chest lightly with a laugh of his own.

“I’m serious though, Eddie. I want this.”

Eddie’s smile falls slightly. “You sure about the whole dating thing, Harrington? You know you can’t date me for real..like in public and shit.”

Steve shrugs, “I know, but… I don’t think I’d survive something casual with you, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a breath like he’d been punched.

He takes back in a deep breath, then pulls Steve flush to him again.

“I think that sounds amend—-”

Eddie’s forehead smashes into Steve’s nose when Robin shoves the door open behind Eddie.

“Damn! I knew the door was a bad idea.” Steve says, his voice coming out nasally from where he’s pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Time’s up, Dingus, get your fruity butt inside.”

Eddie chuckles after her, leading Steve inside. “You shouldn’t tip your head back, lean forward and let it drain out.”

“Ugh, you sure? I’ll get blood all over me,”

“I’m sure, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bloody noses in my time.”

“Here,” Robin says once they reach the counter.

Steve takes the offered tissues, and soaks up the small trickle of blood.

“You still wanna date me if my nose is crooked?” he asks Eddie, who’s (sadly) shrugging his coat back on.

He pretends to think for a moment. “Sorry Stevie, that’s a dealbreaker. Even if it was my forehead what done it.”

“Ugh you’re such a dweeb, I don’t know what you see in him, Steve.”

“He’s hot, okay? And he’s still hot even after he rejected me just now.” Steve states matter-of-factly while shoving a wad of tissue into the one nostril still bleeding.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Very.”

“No, you’re gross. You guys are both gross.”

“Oh Birdie, you should've heard the things he was saying to me outside; all ‘Ooh Eddie, your muscles are so big and so is your hair and also your di—’”

“OKAY! That’s enough of that!” Steve cuts him off, pushing the still grinning Eddie toward the door, then, a softer: “Yours or mine after I’m off?” once they’re at the door.

“Definitely yours, unless you want Wayne to be privy to our shenanigans.”

“Yeah, that’s a no. Also, shenanigans? Really? You’re a super dweeb.” Steve smirks, pushing his boyfr— frien— Eddie out the front door. “I’m off at four, see you at five?”

Eddie fumbles backward over the curb but manages to catch himself, “It’s a date, Steve.”

He watches Eddie climb up into his van, and follows its path down the road and out of sight with a dreamy sigh.

“You still have tissues in your nose, Dingus.”

part 2/2 here | and on AO3!

definitely inspired by this post from @sparrowtapes

[daisymbin]

it's not just a game - yoon jeonghan

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of alcohol

pairings: yoon jeonghan x afab reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, a hint of angst

a/n: this has not been proofread so i apologise if there's some mistakes. also, its been a little while since i posted zzzz

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jeonghan's pov 

the bottle spun and landed on me. ''truth or dare?'' as soon as the words left seungcheol's mouth, i knew i was utterly screwed, especially with that stupid sly smirk on his face. it didn't matter what i picked because i know, with both options, the boys would stir some shit up one way or another.

just to be clear, i am in no way a willing participant in this game, especially not when all of us are either drunk and tipsy. but of course, who am i to say no when seungcheol suggested this game earlier to y/n and she just had to drag me by my hand and ask me to play together. it's just a game hannie, don't be such a scaredy caaat

am i going to admit that i am scared? no. but am i scared? beyond that, i am terrified, mortified. why? because 30 minutes prior to y/n arriving at our flat, i had just been talking to seungcheol and joshua about her. after specifically telling them both that i dont think im ready to confess yet because as much as i hate to admit it, i become a stuttering mess in front of her. and i hate it because that's not me. that's not who i am. i am yoon jeonghan. i am confident! i don't get nervous. i don't get shy. ever. so why am i like this in front of her?

‘’hurry up, handsome. you're taking too long.’’ she whined; pulling my heartstrings. ‘’dare.’’ i said without putting much thought into it. ‘’who do you think is the most attractive person here?’’ soonyoung asked. 

‘’myself of course.’’ 

‘’aside from yourself, dumbass.’’ vernon laughed.

‘’im older than you! watch it.’’ i said jokingly as i punched his arm lightly.

‘’so? who is it?’’ seungcheol continued probing. 

‘’i'd rather take the penalty shot than answer this stupid question.’’

‘’ok fine, take the shot then.’’ joshua said dejectedly.

i poured myself a shot and lifted it to my lips, but before i downed it, ‘’come on guys, technically, he did answer the question.’’ y/n came to my defense. I immediately put the shot glass back on the floor. ‘’exactly. i did technically answer your question.’’ 

’yeah you did except, we're playing truth or dare and you weren't telling the truth. sooo……penalty shot.’’ vernon bit back. i gave him a tight-lipped smile and down the penalty shot in surrender.

this time, the bottle landed on soonyoung. ‘’alright, truth or dare buddy?’’ joshua asked soonyoung. ‘’mhmm…dare.’’

‘’i dare you to give y/n a kiss on the cheek'’ seungcheol said with a laugh. a kiss?????????? on the cheek???????? oh hell. ‘’what kind of stupid game is this?? you guys didn't even ask her. what if she doesn't want that??’’ i challenged.

‘’do you not want to y/n? if you don't, its really fine, jeonghan is right.’’ joshua said.

‘’i don't mind it. come on hannie, it's just a game.’’ she said as she looked at me with those eyes. if i didn’t know any better, i would have thought that it was those eyes of adoration..like..she feels something for me too. my breath hitched for a moment. but i do know better; lightweight y/n is just tipsy, maybe a little drunk. those eyes didn’t mean anything at all. 

and with that, soonyoung turns to his side and gave her a peck on her cheek, it felt agonizingly long, that is, until she looks up me while soonyoung still has his lips on her cheek. im conflicted. half of me feels…..feels jealousy. the other half of me feels..light…like im floating almost. ‘’s-soonyoung ah, thats enough.’’ i couldn't stand seeing it anymore. 

‘’come on, lets stop this. its already 230am.’’ i suggested. 

‘’lets just play one more round and then we'll call it a night.’’ vernon tried accommodating.

‘’oh yes! one more round! please hannie! i haven’'t had this much fun in such a long time.’’ how could i ever say no?

this time, the bottle landed on y/n. ‘’dare or dare y/n?’’ soonyoung asked. ‘’what do you mean dare or dare?’’ she pouted as she asked.

‘’come on, it's the last round of the night. lets make it fun! go with a dare please!’’ soonyoung asked her as he clasped his hands together; begging her with his puppy dog eyes. ‘’okay fine lets go with dare.’’ she answered as she patted soonyoung's head. no, i am not jealous.

‘’kiss……jeonghan hyung.’’ my eyes grew big as the words left soonyoung's mouth. is he crazy? has he lost his mind? my eyes glanced over to y/n slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. i watched as her eyes grew wide for a second before it turned into a smile. ‘’hannie, do you mind?’’ she asked me gently, as if gauging my reaction as well. ‘’i..i mind of course. what kind of friends kiss each other?’’ i said nervously as i picked up the penalty shot and downed it, handing the empty shot glass to her. ‘’here. i took the penalty shot for you. game over, let's all go to bed now.’’ i got up as soon as she took the shot glass from me. i'll try to erase the image of her frowning when i got up.

‘’y/n'’ i said as i entered my room and beelined for my closet. i turned around to make sure she was listening, but instead, i found her following me around like a hurt little lost puppy that's been kicked aside. frowning a little, i said ‘’you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.’’ 

‘’okay.’’ she said softly.

‘’whats wrong?’’

‘’nothing’s wrong.’’

‘’something is clearly bothering you. what's wrong?’’

at that, she hesitates for awhile before she broke the silence. ‘’is kissing me really that bad?’’

‘’no but we are friends! we can't kiss. that would be inappropriate and weird.’’ i tried to clarify, though i know this didn’t make things any better.

‘’well do we have to be just friends?’’

‘’what are you-'’

‘’kiss me hannie'’

‘’you don't know what you're asking of me, y/n.’’

‘’i do. i know what im asking of you so please. unless you really don't want to and the thought of kissing me disgusts you then i-''

i don't know what came over me but before i could register anything at all, i found my hand in her hair and the other on the side of her neck, guiding her to me. no, i did not shut her up with a kiss but my lips are brushing against hers. she's so close i can feel her breath hitching, i felt the beating of her heart speed up as i leaned down to press my lips on hers. i felt her hand come up to my side and fisted my shirt as if holding herself back from giving more into the kiss.

i pulled away slowly to look her in the eyes. the emotions swirling behind them were the same as she one the gave me earlier. ‘’it's not just a game is it hannie?’’ she asked as she looked down. i lifted her chin for her to look back at me, ‘’it’s not just a game, y/n.’’ 

[hannie-dul-set]

CRASH & BURN.

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor. w — swearing, one absolutely horrendous dad joke, the secondhand embarrassment is even worse this time i'm not sorry at all, the rest of the en-kids are also losers. 1.3k words.

note — listen, who am i to deny the public from their needs and wants? i have no idea how rizzless hoon became such a hit, but ask and you shall receive. i'm sure this won't be the last you'll see of this loser. PART ONE. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.

also tagging those who were asking for a part two hope u all don't mind! — @gyulune @jngwnlvs @snowysab @miercerise @karinasswifee @cerealdreamwriter @dinonuguaegi @tyongff-ff

for the past five days, you have been routinely returning to the skatepark at the same time without fail. this has obviously attracted questions from your friends considering the first time you tried out a longboard, you crashed and scraped and bruised your chin within seconds, but you can’t exactly tell them the truth about your endeavor— that you’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of mr. kuromi bandaid with the rollerblades again, and being left disappointed every single time.

he hasn’t shown up. not even once.

it’s day five, and there’s still no sign of him nor his lollipop. it’s day five, and you’re just about to give up until you spot from your peripheral a familiar group of boys that scared the shit out of you the other day— except this time, they aren’t staring at you like maniacs, and they seem to be one person less.

“are you fucking stupid?” you overhear as you hesitantly approach their circle, cautious steps because they’re still as intimidating as you can remember. they all look so serious, two individuals glaring at each other while the rest simply watch, both unconcerned and amused. “oh yeah? you really think you can beat me? wanna duke it out right now, dickwad?”

cold sweat breaks out and you freeze in your tracks, expecting them to spiral into a fist fight.

“my dragonite will sweep your fucking team, loser.”

“your dragonbitch doesn’t stand a chance against my tyranitar!”

nevermind. you really shouldn’t be so quick to judge them again.

you regain the bounce in your step and race up before they could metaphorically kick each other's asses.

“hi!” 

you flinch when the six heads suddenly snap towards you. your smile twitches, discomfort  lasering into your skin from the half a dozen set of narrowed eyes leering at you so intently and so intensely. “who are you?” the one previously bragging about his dragonite asks.

“dumbass.” another one smacks the former on the backside of his skull. “it’s shoelaces.”

the nickname sets a few lightbulbs off, and a pair breaks away from their violent staring at you to give each other knowing glances. “oh, shit!” this time it’s mr. tyranitar who exclaims. “right. the dude hoon absolutely decimated himself in front of. poor guy. he’s still going through the five stages of grief.”

hoon must mean sunghoon. you want to open your mouth and present your business about the missing individual, but it’s not so easy to butt in when they’re busy conversing amongst themselves.

“what do they want?” 

“how should i know? i’m not them?” 

“no fucking shit. but what do you think they want?”

“maybe it’s about hoon?”

“no way. that guy’s done for.”

“hey, don’t be too harsh on him! he’s grieving!”

“what if it’s because we‘re being too loud—”

“what if they’re here to have a pokemon batt—”

“you do realize they can hear you, right?” 

light-haired guy is right. you can very much hear them, and they’ve all finally quieted down, slowly turning their heads to you once more but with a dampened intensity this time. they’re waiting for you to speak. you can’t believe you thought they were scary. you can’t believe you were intimidated by a group of nerds.

“sorry for the intrusion,” you smile, pressing your palms together. “i noticed one of your friends hasn’t been coming around lately. is he okay?”

a cough. a nudge. a silent conversation between the six pairs of eyes. “he’s been sick these past few days,” dragonite owner finally says. “sickeningly unbearab— ow!” 

your smile disappears. “oh no.” he’s sick? he already didn’t seem that strong when you met him the other day, collapsing into the ground and all.

“i think you can help him get better— ouch! jungwon, what the fuck?” one of them gets hit again. you’re sure it’s been the same guy hitting the rest of them since earlier.

“why are you asking about him?”

the nicest looking one squeezes out of their group while asking his earnest question, fishing out the answer from you with bright, curious eyes. “ah,” you sound out. “i just wanted to tell him that i also think his shoelaces are really cool.”

they stare at you, then stare at each other. and then someone spews out, “is that a new pick-up line, or some shit?” before getting hit again, and the light-haired guy comes forward to block the squabble happening behind him, and to tell you that they’ll be dragging their friend tomorrow at the same time (isn’t he supposed to be sick?) so you can compliment his shoelaces in person(?), and that they are looking forward to welcoming you to their family (whatever the fuck that means).

as promised, they do drag the sick man into the skatepark— literally dragging him because the guy who introduced himself yesterday as jake is pulling him forward by the sleeve while jungwon pushes him from behind as the wheels of his roller skates make sure that sunghoon keeps on moving. he looks like he’s ready to move on into the afterlife. your eyes light up when they drag him closer.

“c’mon, hyung! just a little bit more— a liiiiittle bit—

“i told you, i’m never coming back here again!“ you hear him groan, attempting to break away from his escort team. “never ever. never again. this is is where half of my dignity is buried. my pride. my shame. my—”

and then he freezes.

sunghoon gets frozen by an invisible force when your eyes meet, frozen but his cheeks are set ablaze. his friends did a great job in escorting him to you, encasing him and in consequence his view of his surroundings until you’re within an arm’s reach so he doesnt run away. the heat from his face thaws him back into movement, panicked and angry expressions sent to his friends and they all look pretty stupid trying to talk with just their eyebrows, but it’s cute nonetheless.

“hey!” you finally chipper in, causing sunghoon to freeze once more, creaking to meet your gaze. 

“h—hello. hi.”

sunghoon’s greeting comes out as a choke. jake and jungwon send each other signals before hurling the poor boy at you.

it’s like he’s suddenly forgotten how to skate. he can’t control his muscles, sliding over the short path at a dangerous speed that mimics his racing heart and oh shit— oh shit, oh shit. how does he stop again? how does he make a turn? how does he not fucking crash into you like a meteor being sucked into the earth’s orbit?

“oh!”

like all of his (very limited) interactions with you, sunghoon crashes and burns. it’s inevitable. but this time, he crashes and burns into you. you’re both on the concrete and his hand feels like it got crushed between the hard ground and the back of your head, but that pain quickly subsides into a numbing buzz, pumping his arteries with nectar, burning his veins with gasoline, because holy crap—

“close.”

“you’re right, that was a close call,” you breathe out. “i could’ve cracked my skull open.”

“i— i mean, close, you’re— you’re too close.”

does he realize that you can’t exactly move underneath him? he probably doesn’t, not when you can practically see the smoke emitting from his head and the panicked swirl in his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “ah, sorry.” that was a mistake. sunghoon’s face flushes warmer and like a hammer to his skull, the realization hits and he and slowly pries himself off of you.

“sorry—”

“it’s fine.” you sit up and brush the dust off your clothes, stretching out your legs as you nudge yourself closer to him on the ground. “your friends told me you’ve been sick. are you feeling better now?”

“huh?” 

you’re not sure why he’s confused, but he looks very confused before turning his gaze to his friends. you find jay snapping out a thumbs up and sunoo’s stern face somehow reading don’t fucking blow it. he turns back to you with a lot more sweat on his neck than prior. “oh, yeah i was sick, i was so sick, ahaha—” he stammers. “a—anyway, what’s up?”

“i just wanted to see you again. it’s not everyday that i get a compliment on my shoelaces, you know?” you smile. “what about today? aren’t they prettier than the last ones?”

you wiggle your shoes to show off, laced in a complicated pattern that you’ve been practicing for the past five days, and you expect to receive another compliment for it, but sunghoon is oddly quiet. 

he’s quiet. you’re sure you chose a cool pair of shoes this morning. you’re about to be disappointed, until you notice that he’s actually thinking. he’s thinking very hard he’s thinking of something, and that something comes out of his mouth in the form of a badly timed pun.

“...what about...toe-day...”

park sunghoon only knows how to crash and burn. all his friends are a witness to that. they’re a witness to this events that transpired this afternoon, but what they didn’t expect is for you to have an affinity for disasters. you’re laughing at his dumb joke. you’re actually laughing. they’ve been shitting on sunghoon for being hopeless, but maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.

CRASH & BURN.

© hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[oh-meretseger]

part 3 - Listen

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: 18+! smut (although they still don’t touch each other teehee i’m sorry), phone sex, mutual masturbation

word count: 4,1k

Thursday night. You being stressed out of your mind, Jean being his inconsiderate jerk self, not even trying to help you do the finishing touches of your project.

"I can't believe you're not able to pay attention for one fucking minute, you're such a fucking dumbass!" you let the spiteful words spill out of your mouth loudly, almost yelling, not even thinking about holding your anger back anymore.

Jean bit his lower lip as he listened to you yell at him through the phone. He shifted in his seat, spreading his thighs a little wider. Once again, this damn feeling started to take over him...

"A dumbass, huh?"

"You heard me right, a dumbass."

Jean closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling. He never thought of himself as a masochist. And no loser little nerd could ever get a reaction out of him by degrading him... But as he listened to your voice, stern and unforgiving, your words so full of spite and such intense anger, he couldn't help but feel himself grow hard under his gray sweatpants.

"An arrogant fucking prick, who is so full of himself, he can't even FATHOM how much precious time of others he's fucking wasting" you didn't plan on stopping now. Even though it was pure anger what made you act so unusually rude, it felt good as it left your mouth. You had so much frustration against Jean stored up in your body. Although you blatantly ignored the reason for that, on purpose... But you could feel the relief of setting it free.

Jean couldn't see you, but he imagined as your glasses moved slightly on the pretty freckles on your nose while you were cursing at him through the phone. He loved when those seemingly innocent, big eyes of yours turned so fiery and intense, whenever he reached his goal in annoying you until you lashed out.

His hand slid down to where his sweatpants started to feel tight and grabbed his growing hard-on, letting out a quiet and low groan. He palmed himself as he listened to you rambling on.

You're in your dorm and it's late at night, your hair must be in the messy braid right now that you usually wear at home, a few soft strands falling down to your delicate little neck, as you are fuming with anger and spit out such nasty words from between those innocently glistening, plump lips of yours...

"Mhmmm"

"What 'mmm'?! Are you even listening?" you yelled at him again through the phone, not even suspecting anything. You wished he was right in front of you at that moment. The relief of cursing him out wasn't enough - you wanted to look him in the eye and tell him off right in front of that stupid smug face of his. You would jump right to his throat...

Another second passed, and a quiet moan stopped you in your tracks. You almost continued your rant, but this simple sound made you catch your breath.

Was that really a moan?

"Call me a dumbass again" you heard Jean's gentle voice from the other end, groaning, almost whiny as the sentence ended with another soft moan.

Heat immediately started to spread in your body.

You froze and couldn't even identify the intense wave of feeling that washed through you. Is it embarassment, maybe shock that makes you so damn confused right now?

A strong tingling feeling appeared inside you as another one of those quiet groans reached your ear. The heat flowing through your body, right to your core, felt like the one that always makes you explode with anger, whenever Jean is getting on your nerves... This felt a lot like that, actually, but this time the tension awoken by his voice was starting to make you lose any and all composure you had this far, and come undone. Is he really..?

"What, you're not mad at me anymore?" Jean's low voice broke the short silence and even though you couldn't see him, you could hear he was smiling. You could not believe your ears just yet, but you started to hear quiet, but definitely rhythmic and lewd noises coming from him.

Your brain shut down completely at the sound, words left your lips by themselves.

"Yes"

"Keep yelling at me then, baby" Jean told you again, his tone deep and filled with desire. Baby.

It was happening again... The heat flowing through you was making a pool of your panties at that very moment. This time was different though, it wasn't one of your little fantasies about Jean that you tried to deny the existance of. Or maybe this is a dream..?

You closed your eyes as you listened to another sigh and the slight, slow wet noises from the background.

"Jean-"

Jean's right hand was holding his phone, letting your sweet voice fill his ear. His gray sweatpants were now pushed down, around his thick thighs, just enough to let his other hand move freely, slowly sliding up and down on his hard cock, fingers slightly squeezing around its girth.

"Am I not a dumbass anymore?"

"Wha-" you tried to reply, but you choked on your words. You could feel your face grow hot as you realized how wet you got by hearing Jean's sounds of pleasure. Arousal, confusion and anger made your mind go hazy and absolutely dumbfounded. "You are. What the actual fuck"

Is this idiot really jerking off to you cussing him out?

"Are you being serious right now?! Or is this some kind of disgusting joke?"

"That's it, Y/N" it was like Jean's heavy breathing was directly connected to your center through your ear, and you closed your eyes as a desperate moan left his mouth, sending another wave of warmth through your wet folds. "You're mad at me for not paying attention, what else?"

You started squirming in your seat, still denying how good Jean's voice made you feel. You wanted to hate him for this. How is it possible the most intense arousal you've ever felt was awoken by this self absorbed jerk, who you could swear you despised?

"I can't believe you-" you wanted to make the good feeling go away, but even rubbing your thighs together a little made you see stars as you thought of him stroking his cock to your voice. "You always fucking do this, you act like such an out-of-pocket prick, I could seriously punch you in the face right now!”

Jean chuckled, his hand still slowly working his achingly erect cock. You wanted your words to sound foul, but your voice felt like sweet honey in his ear, making him hungry for more.

He couldn't have explained this whole situation, even if he wanted to... But he didn't want to. You were so emotional, so different from your usual self whenever he purposefully got on your nerves - and he was so incredibly turned on by it. And he knew you felt the same. He saw the way you looked at him fresh out of the shower the day before.

You were being a stubborn little brat at the moment, but Jean could sense the sparks of your frustration, even through the phone.

"Yeah? Y'think you could hurt me?" he smiled to himself, then stopped the steady up-and-down of his hand to squeeze his sensitive pink tip and slowly smear his glistening precum around with a finger.

Of course, you didn't mean these words in the slightest - although the force of your present feelings could easily make you feel otherwise. Jean was arrogant, sure, at least when he was around you, and him being so nonchalantly blunt always rubbed you the wrong way... But maybe it was because of how calm and collected he seemed, all the time, no matter the circumstances, he could always turn anything into a snarky joke.

You secretly loved when he got heated during an argument, barely visibly losing his temper. His smug grin turning into clenched teeth, those long fingers, big hands squeezing into a fist, his muscles tensing up...

Exactly like his forearm is probably tensing right now, sliding his hand on his hard cock.

Why do you feel the need to see, just get a glimpse of it..?

"You can't even imagine" you replied, and although you intended to sound infuriated, you couldn't help but smile back. "I could bite through your stupid throat right now"

"Oh yeah? How'd you know I'd like that?"

You literally started seeing stars hearing Jean's voice moaning those words.

Jean's hand picked up the rhythm again, stroking his cock, wet with precum, thinking about how your pretty little lips must be parted in confusion right now, your mind conflicted if you should stop denying and let yourself enjoy what feels good, or just straight up hang up on him.

On the other side of the phone, the wet sounds paired with Jean's heavy breathing and occasional quiet, desperate groans eventually made you lose all control, your eyes fell shut and you let out a soft little moan.

The widest grin formed on Jean's face as his cock throbbed in his hand at your sweet sound. "What now, I thought you were a good little nerd? You're not enjoying this, are you?"

You leaned back onto your pillows, let your knees fall further apart and slid your fingers to the hem of your panties. This is so wrong.

"You're the most annoying person I've ever met, Kirstein" you closed your eyes, him being the only image in your mind. You felt yourself get even more wet thinking about his arm muscles prominent as he pleasures himself, his big, strong thighs and the heaven that must be inbetween them...

"Mhm, what else?" Jean smirked, starting to find your angry little remarks adorable. He already knew you lost the battle against yourself - you lost your disguise, and couldn’t hold back your instinct anymore.

"And I hate you" you mumbled while your index finger delicately brushed over your clit through the fabric of your cotton panties. You accidentally let out a sigh as you felt how wet and sensitive you became.

"Tell me how much you hate me" Jean's voice sounded desperate and you couldn’t help another moan escaping your lips at hearing how turned on he was. Just like you. You want to make him feel good, so incredibly much...

"I hate you so much... I hate you for doing this to me" you moaned out quietly as your fingers slipped into your panties, feeling the dripping wetness he caused. And he didn't even have to touch you. It's all his fault...

"What am i doing to you, baby?" Jean's cock throbbed in his hand, immediately throwing his head back, vision becoming pitch black for a second as he heard you whimper in answer on the other side. "Holy shit..."

"I'm so wet" you almost whispered, scared to even admit it, but the urge to let him know how good he made you feel took over. Your quiet, desperate whimpers grew louder as the image of Jean touching himself became detailed in your colorful, dirty mind, and the slow circles of your fingers got faster on you unbearably sensitive clit.

Jean couldn't believe he had you like this - a hot, wet, whimpering mess. He felt like he was on cloud nine, imagining your dainty fingers playing with your sweet pussy as you listened to him, making yourself feel so good over the sounds he was making.

"I told you you're a pathetic little nerd" Jean teased you, letting out a breathy laugh, and another moan escaped your mouth as you heard the sound of him spitting, then the wet sounds of him fisting his cock in a steady pace.

Jean bit down on his lower lip, his eyes closed, completely lost in how immensely amazing this all felt while pumping his hand. Wishing it was yours instead...

"Shut up" you whined, then slipped the tip of a finger to your achingly empty, drenched hole. "This is all your fault..."

"Just let it go, pretty girl" he replied gently, his words coming out of his throat low and raspy. "Touch yourself for me"

"Jean-" rubbing your tender little knob felt like electric waves throughout your whole body, and you forgot how wrong this felt a few minutes ago. Jean became the only thing on your mind. You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to touch you.

"You like hearing me jerk off for you? Listening to your voice" words spilled out of Jean's mouth desperately, lips swollen from all the biting, his voice cracking in a whine as the mix of precum and saliva made it so easy for his fist to slide and stimulate his sensitive tip. Every wet noise, every word, every moan and whimper falling out of your sweet little mouth made him throb and he felt himself getting closer to his peak.

"Yes" you didn't even try to deny anymore. You've never felt so lost in your arousal, your fingers moving on their own in your panties, making the most wet and lewd sounds you've ever created.

"Then keep talking, baby" Jean's voice seemed almost begging, and you let out another moan hearing that pet name again. "Let me hear that wet little pussy"

You were certain the filthy sounds made by your wetness were loud enough to reach his ear, but you moved your phone a little closer to your sweet spot to make sure. “Jean it- it feels so good, you're making me feel so good"

Jean started seeing stars at the sound, stopping the movement of his hand when he almost came on the spot.

"I hate you so much, there are no words for how angry I am with you, I could explode..." your whines let him know you were also close, but he didn't want to cum just yet. He didn't want it to be over. "Do you still have that black t-shirt on?"

"I do, actually" Jean smiled, slowly palming his cock while glancing down at his shirt. He didn't know, but that day you already checked out how his shirt hugged his beautiful upper body so perfectly.

That shirt was your favorite on him.

"You're gonna paint it white for me, aren't you?" you let the filthy words pour out of your mouth without a second thought, then grinned at how good it felt. "You dirty, nasty boy"

A whine escaped Jean's lips hearing those words, and his back arched in his seat, his hand starting to pump faster on his leaky cock.

"Yeah I am" he grunted, his breathing getting heavier. "M'making a mess just for you"

"Jean-" you moaned out, his name feeling so sweet on your tongue. Blood flushed to your face, the familiar warmth of getting close to your climax. "I'm so close, baby"

"Yeah?" your soft voice sounded almost pleading, only pushing him closer to the edge with you. "Gonna cum listening to me jerk my cock for you?"

"Mhmm" you whined, dangerously close to your peak, your mind going blank as an intense feeling took over your body.

Jean knew you were seconds away from spilling, moaning so beautifully for him, unable to form words anymore. But he still didn't want it to end yet. "Tell me what your pretty little fingers are doing, angel"

"M'rubbing my pussy" you felt your face get hot as you said such dirty words out loud.

"You're rubbing your little clit for me?"

"Mhmm" you moaned in answer, and Jean closed his eyes, imagining your legs spread and pulled up, his face buried right between them, lapping up the sweet nectar leaking out of you.

"Oh my god, I wish I could push my fingers inside of you" he breathed out. "I want you to cum on my face so bad”

"Holy-" your body reacted immediately to Jean’s words, and as you imagined his face between your legs, his warm tongue swirling over your clit, you couldn’t help but letting out a high pitched moan. “Jean!”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, let it go” Jean encouraged you gently, his hand’s movements becoming fast and sloppy at the thought of you reaching your orgasm. “I’m gonna cum for you, too”

“Mmpf, you better make a mess of yourself for me” your brain somehow found a way to form a sentence, and a second after your snarky mumble the knot growing in your core came undone, all that built up electric sensation turning into an explosion of intense pleasure. Heaven must feel like this.

And in your most heavenly moments, the only thing your mind could make you do was moan Jean’s name, chanting like it was some kind of prayer.

Jean couldn’t have helped himself, even if he wanted to. Hearing those words out of your mouth, heavy breaths and uncontrolled sounds of you moaning his name, escaping your sweet lips as you came on your pretty fingers - it was over for him. He let out a grunt as the most powerful feeling of pleasure erupted in his core. He moaned your name as he watched his arm’s movements become even sloppier.

His legs started trembling as the first few drops gushed down on his fingers, then hot cum splurted all over the black fabric of his t-shirt, just like he promised you.

“Oh my god” you whimpered, feeling your own pool of wetness with your fingers as you came down from your high. You have never experienced such an intense orgasm, although you were not able to form these thoughts yet, quite literally forgetting your name for a few seconds there.

Just like Jean. It was like a hurricane that just cleared his mind, completely blank. He parted his long fingers, sticky with his cum, his other hand still holding his phone and your sweet little sounds to his ear.

You listened to each others breathing and sighs getting less and less heavy, slowly regaining consciousness and realizing what you’ve just done.

Uh oh.

"You’re not mad at me anymore?" Jean broke the silence that seemed like long minutes, his voice low, but you could still hear that smug smirk on his face through the phone. You felt your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

"You’re such a fucking pervert" you muttered, and Jean let out a chuckle. “I’m killing you tomorrow. Good night”

You hung up and immediately threw your phone across the room, right onto Sasha’s empty bed. You grabbed a pillow, pushed it into your face, and a muffled scream left your mouth, but it didn’t help your frustration at all.

You wanted to see that black t-shirt of his, so, so bad…

Waking up the next day felt like a struggle. Last night, you laid wide awake for hours before finally falling asleep, only to be woken up by Sasha’s loud singing about two hours later. It was morning already and you had class together, all of you.

You dressed into the biggest, baggiest clothes you could find to hide from the world, specifically from Jean. Only Sasha was able to make you smile in such state when she broke into a laughing fit, after stepping out of the bathroom and taking a look at your outfit, calling you a “huge sack of potato”.

She didn’t know the dirty secret you were hiding, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to tell her. The embarrassment of your filthy, filthy actions was too extreme to even consider that.

That was until you saw him.

You were seated between Sasha and Connie, still hiding under your hoodie, waiting for the lecture to start, when a familiar voice hit your ears, and heat spread through your face immediately.

Jean threw himself into the chair next to Connie with a sigh. You froze, not even moving your head one bit. You felt like you could never look at him again. But you wanted to, so much.

You had to.

You carefully moved your eyes in his direction, very slowly turning your head just a little bit to steal a quick glance. Using the hood of your sweatshirt as a shield, you peeked past the hem of it - only to be met with Jean’s serious eyes staring right into yours.

You instantly bursted out laughing, your hand shooting to your mouth. All the tension snapped the moment you saw him looking at you, his eyes like stone, face troubled as if he had to leave for war the next day.

Jean’s laughter bursted out of his mouth basically at the same moment you looked into his eyes and lost it. Connie jerked his head up, almost scared, as you two cracked up out of the blue, then your laughter became louder and louder as you completely gave up, and you looked back to Jean.

“The hell’s so funny?” Connie growled, irritated by the early morning class and the apparent joke he seemed to miss.

You straight up convulsed with laughter as Jean howled, the situation being the most freaking hilarious piece of comedy you could ever imagine. Poor Connie didn’t get involved in the joke, and he sat there huffing and puffing while you and Jean were in absolute hysterics. Class became a real challenge after that, both of your bodies shaking with inaudible cackling from time to time when your eyes accidentally met.

Your stomach felt sore at the end of the lecture, but at least the embarrassed tension was nowhere to be found in your body. This was the first time Jean and you connected so blissfully in real life, and it felt so good.

Although you still seemed to deny your sudden urge to be close to him.

“Hey” a hand grabbed the sleeve of your hoodie from behind, stopping you from following Connie and Sasha, loudly bickering with each other down the hallway, now further and further away from you. The hand’s force pulled your body back, twirling you around - and meeting Jean’s body.

Some stupid butterflies decided to wake up in your stomach at the feeling of your bodies being so close, and you felt yourself blushing as you looked up at him.

“What, do you want me to call you a dumbass again?” you held back your smirk as you successfully kept your composure looking into those beautiful hazel eyes, and Jean cracked up.

“Just wanted to ask when exactly you plan on killing me” he grinned down at you, and your knees became weak right away. Fuck.

“I’ll let you live until the evening class. If I have to finish up the project for then, you won’t see tomorrow” you said with a serious tone and Jean’s grin softened to a half smile. His eyes practically sank into yours, his lids low as he looked down at you, and you felt the familiar heat spread in your body.

You basically became wet just by the way he was towering over you, his shoulders broad in front of your face, his fresh, slightly woody smell overtaking your senses and making your thoughts go hazy, one of his thighs still slightly touching yours as you stood so close to each other. Shivers ran down your spine when Jean’s other hand grabbed your other sleeve as well, then moved both of his hands down to gently brush his fingers over yours.

Your head almost dropped at the feeling.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise” he replied after the short silence with a low voice, but you were so close to him, you could still hear him over the noise of the busy corridor. The intense feeling of his eyes piercing through yours started to burn you. He must’ve felt the same burning sensation.

You wanted to kiss him so bad - and he wanted to kiss you so, so bad.

But you didn’t.

A grin grew on his face again as he watched you look up at him with big eyes, sparkling with excitement. He found you absolutely adorable. But he wasn’t gonna give you what you wanted just yet.

He wanted to tease you a little first.

“I will definitely see tomorrow, I can guarantee your smartass that” he added and you couldn’t help smiling, seeing his usual cocky smirk. Jean suddenly leaned closer to you, and tingles ran down your body as his hand slid to the side of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair, his lips almost touching your ear on the other side as his whispers felt hot on your skin. “See you later, pretty girl”

Your eyes automatically closed, your lips slightly parted at how heavenly it felt. But it was like a painfully short dream, ripped away from you in seconds as Jean just as suddenly as he touched you, let go of you and walked away.

A document containing the project’s missing parts landed in your emails a few hours later, written detailed and precise. He even included whole paragraphs of things you begged him to work on the night before, when he didn’t seem to pay any attention. Before he…

Before you shared your secret little moments with each other.

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. in every other universe.

about. “in every other universe, gwen stacey falls for spiderman. and in every other universe, it doesn’t end well.” - inspired by this bkg art @/kingkatsuki sent me and by self love.

warnings. none. fluff, slight angst, happy ending, across the spiderverse spoilers, spiderverse!bakugou & fem!reader.

once you know that you’re not the only one out there — it’s hard to go back to your regular life. not everyone can do the things that katsuki bakugou can do, you know, shoot webs, fight crime and save the day. it’s isolating. it’s lonely. he knows that he should feel blessed, it’s not every day that you’re given superhuman abilities and the power to change the world.

some days the truth about his identity, the words ‘i’m spiderman.’ sit eagerly on the tip of his tongue — desperate to be pushed out into open and heard by the people he loves. his mom, his dad, even his stupid roommate, kirishima. but if bakugou burdens them with the truth, then he puts them at risk too. losing his childhood friend deku had been more than enough, he couldn’t lose someone else too.

other days he remembers there are others just like him, dotted across the universe in their own connections and constellations — there’s his mentor, there’s his friends… there’s you.  it’s been a year since your world’s were once able to collide and bakugou has tried (and failed) to move on from you and devote himself to saving the day. your smile, your eyes, your drive, your bravery — he would be stupid to purposely forget all of that. 

he’s also a little weird for kicking back in his desk chair, mindlessly spinning around his dorm room (after patching himself up where katsuki had just gotten his ass kicked) thinking about the curve of your lips and how your voice sounds when you speak…

“hey katsuki! katsuki… wanna hangout?” 

in surprise, the blonde tips backwards in his seat, bakugou’s back hitting the floor with a harsh thud that causes pain to blossom somewhere along his shoulder blades. “what the fuck?” he grunts through a stream of colourful curses. he must be imagining things. crushing too hard on someone he’s not supposed to ever be able to see again. you can’t be here. it’s not physically possible. 

but through his searing pain and frustrated hisses, bakugou manages to crack a ruby red eye open — letting his gaze bare witness to the swirling, bright portal in his ceiling and the girl he’s still hung up over just peeking through. 

he really has to watch out for those punches to the head — he’s going insane.

“what the actual fuck?” 

amused laughter streams from between your lips, muffled slightly by the signature piece of a spider-person’s consume. you pull back the mask of your spider-suit which don the colours of your universe and grin. bright and beautiful. it makes bakugou’s heart squeeze in his chest. “dang, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” you tease, letting the web that holds you up sink further out of the portal until you’re hanging just above the foul-mouthed blonde. “good to see you too, hot shot.”

“what— how are y’even here?” bakugou sits up, fighting the twitches in his face and the real meaning to words on the tip of his tongue. i missed you. 

your face tells the story he longs too, your pretty eyes nostalgic and warm. you’ve missed him as well. “oh you know, just thought i’d swing by.” 

“that was fuckin’ terrible.”

“come on, katsuki, you liked it.” i like you. is what he really wants to say back.

he can practically feel your breathy laughter on his lips and taste your vanilla perfume. hanging upside down and in front of him is way too compromising of a position — he might kiss you if he’s not careful.

“fuckin’ dumbass.” bakugou puts a hand on your face and uses it to push you away before you can get any closer. you lose your balance, coming crashing down from the ceiling once your web snaps and the portal closes. he’s quick to crawl over to you, not evening thinking about boundaries or space… not when there’s been entire universes and timelines between you up until this moment. “shit, you okay? forgot how clumsy you were.” 

he utters fondly, mostly under his breath — in a way that’s impossible to miss with how bakugou leans over you. his face full of bursting concern. you don’t dare to move, taking in said face. observing how much it’s changed since you were last on earth-420. how his eyes are harder, less youthful but still wild. how his lips look softer, fuller — you wonder what chapstick he’s been using. how his chin is stronger and his face more defined and his nose slightly shifted and—

“you’re no different than before, still a meanie.” you quip, voice wistful. quiet. “you grew out your hair.” reaching up, you brush your fingers over the soft tips of his ash blonde locks — closing your eyes at the feel of them, as if you’re basking in sunlight. 

“yeah.” bakugou hums. “yours is different too.” 

“you think? do you like it?” 

“‘f’course.” he keens into your touch as it cascades down to his cheeks. “you always look good.” 

“you haven’t seen me in a while.”  

“doesn’t mean i don’t think about you.” 

“ah…me too.” 

“y’think about me?” 

a beat of silence passes and you don’t speak for a while. you’re both afraid you might hear each other’s hearts racing. “ever since i jumped back into that collider.” rolling out from underneath katsuki, you sit up with your back to him and fiddle with your spandex mask. “let’s go for a swing.” 

you’re up and throwing open his dorm window before bakugou can even register — leaving him to deal with his erratic pulse and pink kissed cheeks. it’s crazy how time apart made him only want you more. how he can’t have you because you’re not even meant to be here, even if there’s some kind of gravitational force from the universe pulling you together. when you don’t hear him coming after you, you turn to face him from the window ledge — he can see the longing even in the reflective lenses of your suit. 

“you coming?” 

bakugou’s entire body screams at him to say yes, every fibre of his being itching to be with you. but his one fatal flaw keeps him rooted in place on his knees. he can’t hurt you. can't tell you his feelings knowing he’ll never have a way of acting on them. 

“can’t, got homework.” he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “i’m a college kid now, remember?” 

he can already tell that you’re rolling your eyes from under the mask even when you shrug back — tipping yourself out of the window, knowing that he’ll chase you. bakugou watches you, half amused, half annoyed as you stand up straight and defy all laws of everything by sticking to the side of his dorm building. 

“does Spider-Man have homework?”

all he can do is shake his head at you. both in amusement and in disbelief.

talking to you eases all the tension katsuki bakugou’s shoulders bare. 

it’s easy to be with you because you understand what it’s like to be alone in protecting the people you love and the communities you care about. hiding your face and cowering away from friends and family in the real world — every day life. you get why wearing the mask is both a blessing and a curse. it cost you your mother’s love. it cost you your home. and now you surf through universes to find your place amongst the other spider people that exist… and yet, katsuki, as you confess — is the only one to bring you comfort. 

whilst swinging and soaring through the streets of katsuki’s city, you tell him all of the nitty gritty details. no one wants a vigilante for a daughter. he holds his tongue in telling you that he wants you instead. you giggle when you explain to him all the worlds you’ve seen and people you’ve met through being apart of this elite spider-team. and when bakugou asks how a pipsqueak like you managed to get in before he did — you cock your head to the side innocently and say…

“you’re an asshole, katsuki. we can’t have you clashing with the number one in charge.”

bakugou has to pull his mask up to breathe while he laughs — snorting so hard that he almost misses a stride while swinging through the sunset-stained streets with you. by the time golden hour sets it’s sights upon you both, he’s taken you to the highest point in musutafu to watch the sun disappear beyond the horizon. 

when the world gets him down — katsuki comes up here to think and clear his head of any doubts that might be holding him back. it’s peaceful up here, away from the crime cracking on below and the bustling mundane city traffic. often times, he thinks of you too…so sharing this spot with you by his side is extremely intimate to him.

you’re talking but bakugou will admit he’s not really listening, too entranced by the shapes your lips form around each word, at least until you say his name. “you’re the only one who’s ever, truly got me, katsuki.” you tell him, swinging your feet off the ledge of the building. if you fall, your instincts would catch you…but you know katsuki would be the first to save you. 

“could say the same thing about you.” he admits, the burnt orange spider crest on his chest heaving with bakugou’s nervous sigh. he pinches at the black latex suit covering his fingers — debating on inching his hand closer to yours.

if you notice, you don’t say anything about it. “in every other universe, spiderman gets the girl.” katsuki swallows as you speak, ruby eyes darting all over your pretty face outlined by warm tone natural lights — your masks long discarded. “and in every other universe…it doesn’t end well. for either of them.”

you don’t bother finishing your sentence, swallowing the lump in your throat along with the fate you might meet if you lean into your greed to be with katsuki. it’s only then that you notice his hand slipping away, retreating behind the wall he builds up around himself — to keep himself closed off and protected from getting hurt. 

“i wish i could change that.” he mumbles distantly, looking out at the world, the universe as if he’s been scorned. cursed by the mask once more. it’s like the stars have turned against him and are mocking him as they come out to play — reminding bakugou that everyone he’s ever loved will get hurt because of him…eventually. everyone including you. “prove ‘em wrong, yanno?” 

even still, he offers you his signature lazy smirk and twinkling mischievous red eyes and you can’t help but fall for him all over again. 

“yeah,” comes your soft reply. “maybe there’s a chance that things can work out.” 

“a first time for everythin’, yeah?”

this time, neither of you pull back as your head comes to rest on his shoulder. 

for a moment, the world stills. freezing time for the only two people in the universe may truly understand one another. 

freezing, for you and katsuki. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[love-toxin]

So is bully!eddie in love now that he’s expecting??? Would he ever be sweet? in his own way…

one could say he's always been in love but has the absolute worst way of dealing with it, but since you've given me the chance to elaborate >:)

(cws: bully!eddie, pregnancy, babytrapping, eddie struggles with being nice, name-calling, insecurities, mood swings, a hint at a humiliation kink, mostly fluff and comfort + some angst, f!angelface.)

"I'm home,"

Eddie calls out to the empty trailer, wiping his fingers on his overalls one more time, and tapping his boots free of dirt and any oil on the doorway before he takes a full step inside, and lets the screen door close behind him with a kerchunk. Keys are thrown up on the peg by the front, and he pulls off his jacket and hangs it up right next to them before toeing off his shoes and padding across the carpet.

It's not home home, not Wayne's home, but it looks almost identical--and it's close enough for him to see his uncle's trailer from the window, only a few lots down so he can still spend time with his family when he wants.

This home is yours, his and yours, now--but you're nowhere to be seen when he casts a glance around, can't spot a flick of your hair or the roundness of your pregnant self waddling around. For just a fraction of a second, the panic hits him and he ducks to look out the window for any sight of you heading off the property....but then he hears the muted noises coming from the tv, the one in the bedroom, and he thumps down the hall to swing inside and see what's waiting for him.

You're stretched out on the sofa in there, an old one that his uncle picked up and pawned off to him when he moved out, the worn pattern of the busy fabric much resembling the floor of an arcade--including that it looks like it's been walked all over by a thousand pairs of sneakers. But it's fine for you, obviously, because you're laid down and leaning on the arm as you watch one of his old movies, your belly only about a third covered by the huge, baggy t-shirt he got for you out of a thrift store bin. Scrounging for discount maternity clothes, as it turns out, is one of his few specialties.

"You hungry?" He queries, once his eyes have flicked towards the screen and back to you. You've only got on a pair of panties, rather than pants, and your legs are almost completely tucked up under your seven-nearly-eight-months-swollen belly.

"Shut up." You reply, without even sparing him a glance, and he hovers over the space beside you that he was just about to plop down into.

"Something I said, or something I did? Or are you reading my thoughts now?" He's used to that shitty attitude, that bratty streak he always knew you had in you. Usually you wait to pull it out when he's spoken more than two words in his direction. And usually, you answer him right away. Not this time.

Standing right back up, he wanders a few steps away, towards his dresser--and that's when his eyes laser-focus on what's sitting there, a stale glass of water and a few small things that have been laying there since he left for work hours ago. Eddie sweeps up the pills and rolls them around in his palm, checking with his thumb and counting them out to see if they're really all there before he turns back to you.

"You didn't take your prenatals? What the fu-uuuh, why? Why didn't you?" He quickly shakes off the curse that just barely stayed in his mouth, the "fuck is wrong with you" settling back in his throat before he clears it and waits. Those stupid fucking breathing exercises he learned from that dumbass anger management book are pretty much the only things he can cling to at this moment.

"Fuck you, that's why."

Oh, he's boiling. Eddie clenches his fist, nails digging into his own palm in hopes that the sting will cleanse his anger, and just repeats those words in his head. She's pregnant. She's just moody. She's a bitch. No, she's not--only sometimes--just don't yell at a pregnant woman. Wayne will disown you. Deep breath.

"Please," He grunts through gritted teeth, stepping around the couch and holding his fist out to you. "Take them. The baby needs them."

Your eyes flit towards him for a moment, and the glimpse he gets of how stormy yet glimmery they look....it sobers him in the span of a single breath, and when you turn your gaze back to the tv, he can hear the palpable wobble of your voice.

"The baby hates me."

Almost immediately after, the tears start flooding in, and he drops down to his knees on instinct to touch your face and put the pills aside on the end table, fingers ten times as gentle now as they were before. It would be the perfect reaction, the one he's been practicing, if he didn't feel that unmistakable rush of blood and twitch of his cock stirring in his pants when you hiccup and look all pathetic--not now.

"I'm a bad mom," You whimper, fists bunching up in your shirt, and barely even grazing your own stomach like you're afraid to touch it. "I hate what she's doing to me--I hate how I look now, I hate being pregnant!" You sob out, snotting and crying all over his shirt as he pushes his arms around you and tucks your head under his chin. There's no shushing, no "It's okay, baby", nothing like that, he just stops and listens and tries to process it all so he doesn't say something stupid out of habit.

"I'm just...just a stupid fucking whore of a mom..." You tremble in his embrace, clinging to him like you don't want to let him go but hovering as if you're expecting him to pull away. And he does, but only so he can look you in the eyes with that furrowed brow and huff out an answer.

"No, you're not."

"You said it, Eddie!" You wail, and push him off you, that sudden surge of pregnancy strength nearly toppling him over on his ass. "And you were right! I'm...I'm just some dumb bitch who trapped you," Sniffling, you paw at your own eyes again, breathing so laboured that your stomach is heaving and a twinge of worry shoots through him, remedied only when you have a moment to settle and manage to put your words back together. "I thought I had nothing to lose....and I just wanted to be cruel."

You say it so definitively, so defeatedly, that he can't help but scoff and roll his eyes. He thought you'd figured it out by his initial reaction, or at least by now, but obviously you're thicker in the head than--o-obviously you're just a little oblivious.

"You think I don't know that?"

"...What?" You stare back at him like a fish, questioning and unsure and almost scared-looking, fingers fiddling together as you look him up and down and wait for his answer.

"You're not fucking slick--you think I wouldn't notice a buncha goddamn holes in my condoms? I wasn't about to knock up some random bitch and get stuck with a brat." He slides in closer, back to where he was, and smoothes a strand of hair back to keep it from your face--an unexpectedly tender gesture not just for you, but for him, too, cause he didn't really think about it before he did it. While his words remain harsh and brutal, there's some semblance of gentleness he just can't shake around you and he doesn't really want to try to. "I fucked you anyway, cause I wanted you. I wanted this-" He reaches over and rubs at your belly, the skin taut but soft from the lotion he's bought for you and helped you rub in most mornings. "-Fucking belly all swelled up with my kids. And you're so goddamn sexy like this, all big and sweet and whiny. Yeah, I didn't want kids with some stuffy, stuck-up bitch, but you're....you're not that."

You shake your head, but you don't smack his hand away from touching your stomach. While your sobs have subsided, he can still spot a few tears spilling over your waterline that his words have coaxed out. "You're a liar."

"Sure I am, but not about this." He grins down at you like a fool. Yeah, he may be foolish, but he's not completely stupid--he's seen your reaction to your body as you've gotten bigger, watched you run your fingers over the stretchmarks and turn to look at yourself in the mirror, lips turning down into a scowl as your favourite clothes become more and more ill-fitting. It doesn't really make sense to him why you're so upset, he figured you'd realize what the changes would be and you'd be prepared for them. It hadn't occurred to him that maybe he's been part of that, his words ringing out in your voice still echoing in his head. "Stupid fucking whore."

Is that what my daughter will think? Is the thought that hits him hardest from nowhere. Will she throw something like that back at me one day? Will she look at me with those same eyes as yours, and tell me she hates me? Just like I did to my old man?

"You're....you're gonna be the best mom, okay? You're not gonna be fucking perfect, but you're gonna be the best you can." Eddie's hand that isn't currently sticking to your belly raises to your cheek, his thumb swiping away the tears that have been left behind. If someone asked him a year ago if he could ever imagine he'd be the one comforting you, he'd probably laugh in their face. "Cause you don't give up, and you're clever. You just suck at sneaking around."

The tease takes a moment to dawn on you, his sarcasm gentle enough for a smile to work its way across your face. Your fingers crawl for his, warming his knuckles as you lay them over the one he's got over your daughter, and he can safely say he's glad to see you breathe a soft sigh of relief when the two of you feel a distinct kick. "She's gonna be gorgeous, just like you. Pretty eyes and cute smile and all."

Somehow that's even more shocking for you to hear, you don't even know how to receive it, you just look down and chew on your lip--and Eddie tucks away a mental note to do some work on that. Maybe complimenting you a little more would do you some good, something nice for you to hear aside from all the prep he's doing for the baby. You certainly seem to like it, with the kiss you press to his lips somewhat of a treat for just saying what he thinks in his head out loud.

"Besides, if this kid's gonna hate anyone, it's gonna be me. She's gonna be a momma and grandpa's girl for sure--I'm gonna make her eat her vegetables." For once, maybe for the first time, he watches as your eyes crinkle and your lips split open, and you laugh. Genuinely, there's no faking a laugh like that, and Eddie almost feels a spike of anger twitch because his immediate reaction is that you're mocking him--but that fades in an instant, and the seemingly constant ache of his heart soothes, and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. He just watches, and admires you.

Maybe one day he'll realize that this is the moment he knew for certain you were the one, the moment in which whatever's been hanging over his shoulder just disappears as he cracks a smile back at you. But he shoves it all aside for now, stands so you hopefully won't catch that dumb grin on his face, and grabs the handful of pills off the table next to you to press them into your palms, and hurries off to get you a fresh glass of water that hasn't been sitting around all day.

"Speaking of which, it's time to take your damn pills. I promise you don't want me to make you swallow them, you little crybaby."

[nian-7]

Hi! I love your fics so much, they're so cute! 🥹💕 If it's okay, could I request White Day with Kanata and Nayuta? Would love to see how they would prepare the event for the reader! Thank you! 🩵💜

hi, sil!! and thank you! i'm glad you enjoy them!! please enjoy!

Kanata & Nayuta Yatonokami x gn!reader

✧white day!

✧fluff, mentioned lingerie in kanata's (HE DOESNT BUY IT.), also kanata's is way longer (276 - nayuta & 645 - kanata)

Kanata was stumped. Sitting in the old apartment and wondering what he should get you for White Day. That was what he was supposed to do right? Since you had gifted him some handmade chocolates. Even though they weren't pretty they still tasted good.

He couldn't ask Nayuta either. He'd have no clue either. Was he supposed to get you some accessory? Well, he didn't have enough money for something that was worthy of being worn by you. He could steal some money- No... you wouldn't like it if he did that just to get you something.

A heavy sigh left him as he picked up his phone and looked up 'what to get your lover for white day'. Could you blame him though? He's never had anyone else he cherished other than Nayuta!

Most of the expensive options were.. definitely out of the question. Lingerie? Yeah.. no. Necklaces, bracelets, rings? Ehh.. that's even more expensive. A trip?? Even more out of the question.

But sweets? He.. he could do that. Hesitantly, he clicked on a small bakery's website that was just outside the slums.

" Hmmm? Whatcha doin', Kanata? " Seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared behind him. When the hell did you get there?! You had a curious look on your face as you tried to crane your neck to see what he had been intently looking at on his phone.

His face turned a shade of pink as he whipped his head around to look at you. " ...Nothing, " He quickly turned off his phone as you tried to take a peek at it again. " Why didn't you text me that you were coming over? I would have got something to eat if you did. " He got up from his spot on the floor where he had been hunched over his phone.

" Well- I thought I'd just surprise you, that's all! " You smiled, following him over to the door that you had just come in through. He rolled his eyes a little, masking the embarrassment of you catching him looking for a White Day gift for you. He bent down to slip on as shoes as you watched him hold his phone in one hand. Before you could ask him anything, he responded.

" C'mon. We're gonna go somewhere. " He had said this before almost immediately looking back down at his phone again. Kanata couldn't really decide what you'd like most out of all the sweets so might as well let you pick right? At least the bakery wasn't expensive like some...

" ...Kanata, why are you so focused on your phone? C'mon, look at the stray cats or at the sky! " You linked your arm around his, gesturing to the family of stray cats you both had walked past. " Or anything! Just put your phone down for a bit! " He turned off his phone and looked over at the kittens meowing for their mother before looking at you.

" I was looking at my phone for directions, dumbass. "

" Oh. " Your boyfriend always somehow managed to make you feel stupid without even trying. At least that answered one of your questions...

As you approached a brighter area, which you assumed wasn't a part of the slums, Kanata grabbed your hand and turned suddenly, leaving you to wonder just where he was taking you.

" Here. " He stopped in front of the bakery that resembled the one on the website he had been looking at. " You can pick whatever you want. For.. White Day? " It sounded more like a question as he hesitantly looked over at you, as if unsure if it really was White Day. Maybe even if this was what he was supposed to do. When your face lit up though, all those worries washed away as you dragged him into the bakery, excited words falling from your mouth as you pointed out all the sweets they had.

" Hmmmm... " Nayuta's brow was furrowed as he stared at the home screen of his phone. You were leaning on his shoulder, now looking at his phone as well. He had been staring at it for nearly five minutes now...

" What're you thinking about, Nayuta? " You hummed, your hand wrapping around his arm as you hugged yourself closer to him while you laid against his shoulder.

" Just trying to think of something to get you for White Day. " He bluntly told you. He didn't need to hide it, right? Everyone knew about Valentines and you were his lover so.. you knew he was going to get you something for White Day! " So what do you want me to get you? "

You got up from resting your head on his shoulder and looked at him, confused. " You goof, you're supposed to pick something out yourself not ask me! " You laughed at his confused face. It was the first time he'd done something like this so you couldn't blame him.

" Oh.. hmmm... " Back to thinking he went. Was he supposed to get you chocolates as well? That was what you got him for Valentines Day but was that appropriate for White Day? Maybe he should get you a different sweet instead. " How about cookies? " He looked over at you as if making sure that's what you wanted.

You sighed and let out a quiet laugh. " How about we make some together for White Day? " He thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

" But you're gonna keep all the cookies. Cause they're supposed to be your gifts. "

" Fine, fine.. I know you're gonna eat at least a few though! "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[soulofapatrick]

Not The Father - Jesse x reader

Summary: Jesse and Y/N stumble upon a bloater while on patrol and adrenaline has a funny way of affecting people

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: injury; some gore

Y/N’s POV

“Is it true?” Jesse asks as we dismount, leading the horses into the old shopping mall garage area where we know they’ll be safe and we can make a quick exit if needs be. I knew this question was coming from the moment I was put on patrol with him. The way those dark eyes kept glancing at me the whole way here, his mouth opening and closing as if struggling to decide whether to ask or not. 

“Yeah.” I sigh, waiting to see the broken look on his face or for him to start crying as Jesse is very in touch with his emotions which I honestly find quite hot. He’s a ‘men can cry’ kind of guy and I really admire that as that’s really hard to find in this post apocalyptic shit show of life. Instead Jesse just lets out a sound and he looks conflict which is not the emotion I’d expect, “Care to explain?”

“Not really,” He shakes his head and we leave it at that, having no choice to when we head through to the top floor of the mall, wanting to clear it floor by floor going down. We hear that familiar clicking sound. My blood runs cold every time I hear them: clickers. That sound echoes in my dreams and before I can do anything Jesse is grabbing me, pulling me against him with a hand over my mouth and I understand why when I feel it’s foul breath practically ghosting over my neck. I stop breathing, waiting for it to stumble it’s way past before reaching around Jesse and pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans, looking up at him for confirmation he agrees. He nods softly and I’m firing two shots into the bastards head, the clicker dying with one final withered sigh as if happy. 

“This place was empty last week,” I hiss, handing him his gun back so I can grab my own, both of us keeping low and trying to avoid anything that could make noise. If there’s clickers there’s bound to be a few runners too, it’s like the infected run in packs. 

There. There’s a sound neither of us want to ever hear: the lumbering and groaning of one of the scariest types of infected. Jesse’s looking at me, cognac eyes wide and we’re both checking our ammo knowing we don’t have enough but we can’t just leave it hear for the next patrol to come along and if we turn our radios on we’d be a walking target. We’re stuck. 

Bloaters are the worst and the rarest type of infected sp to just seems we’re just that unlucky. They’re stupidly strong and so disgusting to look at, they give me try phobia with the way the fungus has grown into patches that can be thrown like pouches of sulphur. They smell fucking awful but they’re slow and uncoordinated which makes life so much easier. I’ve only ever encountered one before and I used the buildings like ten foot tall windows to kill it, making it fall to it’s death while on fire. 

“Wait,” I shift closer to him so I don’t have to speak as loud, “There’s an elevator shaft, if we can draw it to the elevator I’m sure an eleven floor fall would kill it.” 

“And how do you suppose we do that?” He raises an eyebrow in my direction but these a hint of approval in his eyes, both of us knowing it’s the best chance we’ve got. 

“I’ll be bait,” I shrug and something flits across his face too fast for me to pick up on the exact emotion. He opens his mouth but I’m cutting him off, “I’m smaller, I can dodge faster, I’ve faced a bloater before and I may have brought a molotov.” 

“You did what?!” He narrows his eyes as molotovs got banned as weapons after some dumbass set himself on fire instead. They’re fucking amazing weapons if you know how to use them like throwing them at clickers instead of dropping it on yourself in panic. Damn stupid kid ruining other peoples’ fun. 

There’s no time for Jesse to reprimand me as one of the patrol leaders because the groaning is getting closer so Jesse just nods and we creep towards the doors. He lets me light the molotov first and then we’re pushing the doors open with a deafening creak. It has the creature lumbering towards us and yelling in it’s gurgled tone and I throw the molotov as hard as I can, catching it square in it’s chest. We have to shield our eyes when it goes up in flames with a earsplitting shriek and then it’s like all hell breaks loose. 

The bloater is barrelling towards us so run to its left, firing a shot at it to lure it after me while Jesse sets about putting any other infected out their misery. It works because I hear it behind me, a yell from Jesse to go right has me ducking and rolling as a mykotoxin pouch gets thrown in the direction I was previously going. The elevator shaft is right there, the other side of the room and I can smell the charred skin as the bloater gets closer. It’s like all my adrenaline kicks in at once and I barely realise what I’m doing this whole time, my mind fading in and out of consciousness as I feel a searing pain on my left side and then the elevator shaft is right there, I’m being yanked to the side so hard I’ll probably have whiplash and there’s a low wailing before a disgusting splat that will probably haunt my dreams now instead of the clickers. Hey, maybe both will make appearances, lucky me. 

“That,” Jesse’s panting next to my ear my whole body becoming aware I’m sat between his legs, my back against his chest albeit my pack in the way, and his lips are next to my ear, “That was the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.” 

“Worked didn’t it?” I point out, climbing to my shaky feet and offering a hand out to Jesse and he takes it, letting me pull him up. He’s so close to me, hands holding my face and his lips on mine. I let out a surprised squeak causing him to jump away, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks guilty. 

“I-I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t-shouldn’t have…”

“Shut up.” 

“What?” 

“Shut up.” I close the gap this time, hands shaking as I reach up, hand cupping his cheek and feeling the barely noticeable stubble under my palm, watching the way he leans into it and his eye flutter shut. I move my hand to the back of his neck and pull gently, he gets the hint and meets me halfway stopping when out noses bump clumsily. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black in the dim light coming though the windows as he chuckles lightly at how awkward we’re being but it’s perfect, to be cliche. 

The initial brush of his lips against mine has my eyes slipping shut and my heart almost pounding out my chest as his hands grip my hips and pull me flush against him, the gentleness replaces with the hunger of a starved man. It draws a small mewl from my lips as I respond with the same hunger and intensity, having wanted this for forever. I don’t want the kiss to stop but people need oxygen so our lips part as we catch our breath. It takes everything in me not to kiss him again when he goes in for another kiss, a small frown forming when I hold him away, “We have to talk about it.” 

“I know,” He mumbles back, “How about away from the smell of burnt flesh?” 

I agree and we make our way back down to the horses, doing a quick sweep of each floor and killing any stragglers before we make it down to the horses almost too quickly. The conversation hanging in the air around us as we sit on the sofa some patroller put in the garage area one time. We both go to speak at the same time, drawing an awkward laugh from each other before he nods silently for me to go first. 

“Did you know it wasn’t yours?” 

“No, did you?” 

“Yeah.” 

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The incessant knocking on my door had me climbing out of bed with a groan as they hadn’t given up in the knocking for the last two minutes and it sounded like they wouldn’t stop till I open the door. It’s Dina. Of course it’s Dina and she’s pushing her way into my house without a word from me, waiting for me to shut the door behind her and turn to face her before she speaks. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“Congrats. I’m not the father.” 

“Y/N!” She hisses angrily, the corners of her lips turning up despite herself, “It’s not Jesse’s.” 

That has me interested. Dina cheated on my long time crush and her on and off boyfriend?! No fucking way, Dina’s not the type to cheat and she would have come straight to me if it had been nonconsensual. Despite being the grump of our friend group everyone feels like they can come to me with all their problems which means people are always coming in and out of my home whenever they like. They do knock but the exceptions to knocking are Jesse, Ellie and Dina. 

“Wait, why did you knock?” 

“Really?! That’s what you focus on?” She smacks my shoulder before sitting on my couch, face in her hands and her shoulders begin to shake. She’s nineteen and pregnant with some poor sods kid yet here I am just standing and staring at her because all my brain can think is Jesse and Dina are done for good now. I have to shake my head because that’s not what I should be thinking about when she’s crying on my couch so I do the right thing and sit next to her, pulling her into my arms. 

The thing with Dina is you don’t pry into her problems, you have to let her come to you first. So I just sit there, twirling her waves of charcoal black hair through my fingers as she cries herself calm. It takes a while but I don’t mind waiting, deciding I might as well get comfortable so I’m shifting so we’re laying on the sofa instead. 

“It’s Liam’s.”

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“Does this mean you and Dina are done for good?” 

“Yeah,” He breathes and it almost sounds like a breath of relief, “She told me that she was in love with Ellie.” 

“Oh.” 

The silence is awkward as the only sound is the horses snorting and chuffing as they stamp their feet, probably getting bored of being stuck here for so long. It’s usually a quick sweep of the mall then we’re back on the patrol routes back to Jackson but the bloater costed us like an extra half an hour. It felt like it was minutes but it really was half an hour. 

“Y/N,” Jesse is suddenly so close and we’re just staring at each other, searching for something before we’re surging together like the way waves and the sand meet in a sweet desperation. His hands are all over me and I feel like I’m on cloud nine when he lays me back, lips trailing down my neck and those long fingers I’ve dreamt about unbuttoning my shirt until he’s not and my name is falling from his lips with a pained tinge, “Y/N.” 

I follow his gaze down to side to see a deep gash as if I got sliced at. Oh. I must have caught myself. I barely even felt it with the adrenaline from killing the bloater and then kissing Jesse but now it’s in my vision all that buried pain comes flooding in and I’m gripping his arm, hissing a pained “fuck”. 

“I need to stitch that!” Jesse is jumping off the sofa and I hear him rummaging through his pack as I have to squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into the fabric of the sofa trying to calm my breathing, “Take a deep breath sweetheart, this is going to hurt.” 

He’s fucking right it hurts, I think I black out from the feeling of my skin being pierced and pulled over and over again and I can hear Jesse murmuring reassuringly but fuck it hurts. I’m crying even if I don’t want to and Jesse’s bandaging it up the best he can before he’s hovering over me. He forces two pills into my mouth and makes me drink water to swallow them down before he’s pressing another kiss to my lips. If he’s trying to distract me it definitely works and that’s what we do while the painkillers do their job: Jesse kisses me breathless and every kiss is full of love and unspoken promises and it has me melting. 

“We should stay here for tonight,” I break away, his eyes darkening causing me to laugh, “That… that we can do when I don’t have stitches in my side,” I tease, loving the way he ducks his head and goes a scarlet colour, burying his face in the crook of my neck and biting playfully. 

“Alright,” He agrees, rearranging us so we’re settled comfortably on the couch and my stitches won’t get pulled or anything overnight, “We’ll head out at first light, don’t want a search party.” 

“Maybe my stitches will be healed enough in the morning,” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively, drawing him down into a sleepy and lazy kiss before he can make a retort. 

“Go to sleep.” 

“Okay.” 

[johnnyraine]

Next to Me - Ch. 6

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5

Warning for Blood and Violence!

Words: 1,461

28th of January, 2023

~ stupid things I do ~

More so than ever, you are certain Aguni could beat you.

Cradling some ice to your face, you remember how quick Aguni’s punch was. You’ll admit that you kinda deserved it, what with you publicly calling him something close to a “fucking idiot,” for making Niragi your seemingly permanent partner. It certainly wasn’t your smartest moment.

Daisuke said as much as well.

That was two days ago, and still, you’re in pain.

You hear that stupid chuckle next to you.

Slowly turning your head, you see Niragi smirking.

“Something funny, Niragi?” You bite out.

“You’re still an idiot, Y/n,” He says with what you think is him being smug.

You don’t even try to hold yourself back.

“At least I’m not Aguni’s bitch.”

Before you confronted Aguni, Niragi was already getting shut down. He had also complained about you, but, seemingly like it was natural, Aguni did not care. And Niragi shut up about it. At least to Aguni anyway.

“What did you say?”

He looms over you.

“I said, at least I’m not bent over, taking it up the ass from my own boss, Niragi.”

You feel yourself smirking as he gets riled up.

“You think you're so great, huh? Didn’t Aguni beat you in one hit? I’m honestly surprised your dumbass hasn’t gotten yourself killed in some stupid fight.”

And your smirk is gone.

Honestly, he’s not far off. Before the Borderlands, you were able to keep your temper in relative check for years. But there were the rare times you snapped. Two of those times, you almost did die. But Niragi doesn’t need to know that.

“You’re still so fucking small, Niragi,” Your voice is cold. “You’re still that kid under a bridge, huh?”

Already, you know you went a bit far. You’re prepared for a fist, a kick, whatever he throws, even ready to grab his rifle should it move.

Your eyes flinch shut.

Never in your life have you ever been this fucking Pissed!

Niragi spit in your face.

Rage rushes through your veins, feeling the crimson heat burn your very being. He whips you in the jaw with his gun. Before you can fall, you grip his shirt, throwing him to the ground as well. Tasting blood, you hold it in your mouth as you scramble to your knees. Niragi gets to his knees and reaches for his gun, but you throw out your leg, kicking it away. Within his reach, he decks you, your head whipping back.

On your back, you blearily see his rage-filled face as he comes to punch you. But he pauses for a moment. You spit the blood at him, throwing him off.

Grabbing him again, you ram your head into his nose.

Niragi makes a sound as he falls back. You get up, blood pumping.

Towering over him, your wide eyes watch him clutch his nose, blood leaking through his fingers. Jaw clenched, you ignore the pain and look away. You awkwardly nod before trudging off.

~~~~~

Aguni stares at you and Niragi a lot.

It feels like glaring, but he doesn’t say anything. He stops pairing you and Niragi up, instead, giving you increasingly annoying partners.

After a few days of this, you're ready to snap someone’s neck.

“Do you want to wind down a bit?” Daisuke asks.

You’ve slowly stopped hiding at the Beach and started hanging out with Daisuke. A fairly good person in a sea of debauchery. You’ve also talked to Chishiya more. You even met his friend, Kuina. You recognize she has some muscle, either from working out or perhaps she’s a fellow fighter.

Back to the present, You think you a moment, “I’m not going to lose control of myself here.”

“I can make sure no one tries anything if you want to drink.”

Despite how you feel about him, you still narrow your eyes in suspicion. Daisuke faintly reminds you of Chishiya, but less of the “smarter than you,” and more of the “I want something.” Nothing bad, you feel, but you’re still suspicious.

“If you do not want to drink, you can party with others,” He says unfazed.

“Fine,” You say after a moment.

That night, you two go to the bar to wind down. Predictably, people are already there, some seemingly trying to drown in alcohol. What is an unwelcome surprise is the annoying militants and the rifle-toting man himself, Niragi.

“Perhaps we should drink somewhere else,” Daisuke says before you two are seen.

“Look whoo’s it, the guy Aguni Knocked out!” Some guy yells.

Vaguely, he seems familiar. But that’s not important right now. After a shitty day, the last thing you want is another annoying dick bothering you.

“Niragi! Can’t you control this thing?” These are the first words said between you two in days.

The guy becomes red, though that could just be his drunken self. When Niragi does nothing, the man seems to gain more confidence for whatever reason.

“Jus ‘cause you’re in the Militia doesn mean you’re one a us,” He says.

You stare at him for a long time. Then it hits.

“OH! You’re Ken-something aren’t you?!” You exclaim. “You haven’t been bothering people, have you? I could’ve sworn I said I’d “break your arm,” or “rip your fucking tongue out,” didn’t I?”

Up til this moment, you hadn’t realized the music wasn’t playing.

Ken-something is practically foaming at the mouth, “My name! Is Keiji!”

“I don’t care, Kenny.”

Before Kenny explodes, Niragi interrupts.

“You are so annoying!” He slams his gun into the bar, standing.

You feel your heartbeat start picking up. You two stand there for a moment before Niragi stalks off, Kenny and some of the other militants follow.

Sighing through your nose, you take a seat at the bar, ignoring the way the other militants look at you.

“I’ll have a-”

~~~~~

Another awkward drive.

Niragi’s driving and you’re in the back with three others. A tight squeeze.

Arriving at the venue everyone is forced to give up their weapons. After doing so, your group and another pile into the small one-room building. When the game is revealed, you can’t help but fist pump.

Spades.

The game is called Room for Two: Within ten minutes, only use your hands to clear the room until only two people remain.

And the doors lock.

Taking a deep breath, you hold it, then let it out slowly.

Surveying the room, you register only two real threats, Niragi and some guy who would give Aguni a run for his money.

Staring at the big man, you utter only to him, "I am so sorry."

Within moments, you are able to make people realize that he is the biggest threat. After three minutes, he and three others are dead. A few people are fighting each other as those who freeze are snuffed out.

As the time runs low, your bloody and crazed self is seen as the biggest threat.

Four people rush you and you remember one of those times you nearly died.

"Fuckers! Fight fair!" You hypocritically shout, kicking a man in his nuts before decking him, knocking him out.

Someone wraps their arm around your neck, pulling you back. The two others start wailing on you, punching you in the face and stomach.

Gasping and choking out sounds, your vision fades. In desperation, you throw out a hand, poking one of them in the eye.

The other person winds back and is thrown to the ground.

Your narrow vision stops you from seeing the fist fly past you, knocking your strangler's head into the wall behind them.

You gasp as their hold loosens. Elbowing them in the stomach, you twist around and slam their head into the wall repeatedly. Glancing behind you, you see Niragi stomping on an assailant's throat.

Throwing the strangler’s corpse to the floor, you help Niragi finish off the last people in the room.

One minute, that's when the timer comes to a stop.

You and Niragi are drenched in blood. It covers your shirt but stains his. Your knuckles are raw, scraped, and bleeding. You’re both panting. Niragi has a nasty look on his face, glowering at the mess around the room.

Niragi turns to you, "Stop that, it's creepy."

You're shaking. Your face hurts, not from the hits, but from your wide grin. It was so exciting, you can't help it. All your previous fights in the Borderlands can't compare.

'Perhaps not the Tag game, though.' The thought passes quickly, though.

Watching Niragi, his stupid scowl, his fucked up hair and clothes. He's still giving you a nasty look.

…Fuck.

You latch onto his hair. He makes an indignant sound, but you bring him closer.

And your tongue rolls over his, feeling a piercing you didn’t know he had.

← Chapter 5 - Chapter 7 →

[sugarpearsao3]

#ZoSan stripper AU

#ZoSan AU where Sanji is working as a stripper who falls in love with Zoro, a big paying regular.

SugarPears drabble

But, Zoro doesn't catch any feelings at all since he has the understanding of how the strippers he pays for do all this affection and attention in exchange for his money.

He knows that and he respects the hustle. He gets what he wants no feelings attached.

Bcuz of this, he doesn't take the hint about any of Sanji's feelings behind his flirting and affection. He thinks it's all part of the service.

That was until Sanji finally burst and said "You dumbass! I've been genuinely flirting you with this whole time! I have feelings for you, stupid marimo!"

Zoro is, understandably, shookt. "What?"

Sanji ran his hands down his face and clicked his tongue. "You know what? What matters is I confessed. I'm done. I don't have any regrets."

The conversation ended there with no chance for Zoro to even think of replying. However, it was that moment that caused Zoro to think more about Sanji.

He still goes to the same strip club, but now he can't stop his eyes from getting distracted by the servers before him. They stray to the gorgeous blonde performing on stage.

And every time he sees him, Zoro thinks about Sanji's confession. It makes him look back on all the affection he received from the blonde.

It's amazing to think they were real.

He sees Sanji play and flirt with other customers, and something inside him feels smug at how he knows all that affection for others was fake, but only he received the real deal.

After all, the person Sanji liked was Zoro.

At first, he didn't care about this display of affection. After all, it was Sanji's work (and he was damn good at it), but there was a voice in the back of his head.

What if he doesn't like you anymore? What if the affection he shows to other customers becomes real?

It made him feel uncertain and anxious, something he didn't think he'd feel over someone he didn't rly care about just a few days prior.

It got to the point when he couldn't stop himself from interrupting Sanji as the blonde was trying to get tips from another high-paying customer.

"What the fuck, Zoro! I was working-- what did you do that for!?" Sanji hissed as he pulled the green-haired man aside.

Zoro's heart thumped in his chest. Why DID he do that? What was he feeling? Why did he feel so... overwhelmed? In the end, the customer didn't say anything in return.

Sanji rolled is eyes at his silence and sighed. "Fine. It's probably awkward for you to talk to me. I'll leave first, so don't worry."

The blonde was about to make his way out, but suddenly Zoro blurted, "Do you still like me?"

Sanji's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Do you still like me?"

"Where the fuck did this come from--"

"Just answer the damn question... please." the last word was akin to begging, and it took Sanji off guard.

Sanji clenched his fists and looked at the other man straight on. "I do."

Zoro let out a shaky breath, and he was suddenly hyper-aware of the relief he was feeling. "I..." he started, "I don't know how to explain this but... I feel really... bad."

Sanji raised a brow. "Bad? About what."

"I...I don't know." Zoro has never been good at expressing his emotions.

"Look, Zoro, what made you come here and ask me this?" Sanji sighed, "What if I told you that I didn't like you anymore? What would you say? You didn't even respond to my confession. You left me hanging."

Zoro's heart suddenly dropped at those words. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say? What was he feeling? What were all these confusing thoughts?

Sanji gave him a stare, before smiling helplessly. "Do you have a response to my confession now?"

Zoro paused and looked into those beautiful, blue eyes. What was his answer? It didn't take a genius to figure out.

These feelings. The yearning. The desire. There was only one answer.

"I like you too..." Zoro breathed, feeling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "I want to give this a try."

Sanji grinned and clapped his hands together. "Great!"

.

END

After that they fucked of course and Sanji kept his stripper job because BANK but now that they were in a relationship and Sanji constantly reminds Zoro about his love for him, Zoro flexes every day

"You see him? Yeah, he's mine... and you can't hand him LMAOOO"

[d0enti]

TBHK—"Life is short, death is forever"

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➵Warning:none

➵A/N:This is part 2 of the Mitsuba story here you can find part 1 here so please read it before you read this

It's been about a week since you started writing that story, the one Mitsuba gave you the idea for yet when you try to write something on it, you can really do it you keep trying to imagine a life before you death yet there's nothing so you decide to try bring Mitsuba into your story and it's starts working out, you write about you both going to a park him taking pictures and you drawing or writing you kept writing you were actually surprised at how much you were writing, it felt nice writing something like this what's more interesting after you met Mitsuba those voices stopped, it's was more quiet and peaceful when Mitsuba isn't around interesting enough Mitsuba started hanging out around you more often and talk to you about some stuff going around, even mentioning someone with stupid earnings, which honestly could be anybody, while you writing you start adding silly characters which words Mitsuba gave you, daikon legs, weird earrings and crazy knife so you drew few characters with those words in mind, honestly it's making you wonder if there's any words that Mitsuba describes you as other then idiot or dumbass.

"Then what the hell are they if not an apparition"

"that's what I'm trying to figure out with you Mitsuba, they can't be an apparition since there's no rumor going around about them nor can they be alive since nobody can see them and that they see you"

"for me it sounds like Mitsuba is in love"

"Shut up dog face I'm not!"

"I can certainly agree on the shut up part"

"hah?! What are you saying m'lady you don't want me to speak ever again?"

"I never said I want you to go mute, I only agreed for you to be quiet since we are trying to figure out about Mitsuba new friend"

"why won't we ask Tsukasa about that"

"oh hell we are not, that guy is scary"

"well you are not wrong on that, actually where is he?"

"problem going around killing Mokke"

"damn poor Mokke"

"indeed poor Mokke, while Tsukasa may be scary he's still useful"

"you're right about that"

"Can we go back to the [Y/N] situation?!"

"ah right, as I said there's literally nothing that they can be, they are definitely not an apparition,a human,a ghost there's completely nothing that they can be"

"I still think Mitsuba is either in love or delulu"

"I already said I'm not in love, and I'm definitely not delusional!"

"Alright, Alright your not"

"I'm going to go now"

Mitsuba then leaves the broadcasting room and starts walking towards the rooftop, what does Natsuhiko mean by in love? You are only his friend and nothing else, though if he had to be honest you pretty cute wait what is he saying?!

"Alright maybe I am in love, that sounds so weird coming out of my mouth"

"heh you in love?"

"What the?! Kou what are you doing here and how much did you hear?!"

"number one I go to this school so I'm obviously here, two I heard everything and yeah that sounded weird when you said it, anyway who is it?"

"oh right...as for your question, I'm not telling"

"why not? maybe I can help you"

Mitsuba thought more about it, he wanted to tell Kou but for some reason he didn't, I mean you told him nobody could see you even an exorcist so there's no way Kou could see you, and probably like Natsuhiko would call him delulu... Damn maybe he is delulu.

No there's no way he's delusional I mean he saw you and held your hand there's just no way everything was his imagination.

"who they are doesn't matter anyway I should get going I... I want to take a few pictures around the school"

"I could go with you"

"there's no need I can do it by myself, see you around"

Mitsuba then walks away, while he originally wanted to see you he decided to actually go and take some pictures for inspiration since he thinks you need them,do you need them? Maybe who knows

While Mitsuba was taking pictures he looked up towards the rooftop and saw you there writing something,he couldn't help but to smile happy he met you and could call you his friend, if he had to be honest while he desires to tell you about his feelings, he's just concorned yeah you knew him for a month or two but what if he destroys you guys friendship... He doesn't want that, you are one of the few people that can see him and is his friend, did he really want to risk it? Did he want to risk the chance of you starting to hate him and tell him you never want to see him again?

That would probably be one of his worst nightmares...you hating him and not wanting to see him, maybe even forget him.he certainly didn't want that Kou already forgot him before and started remembering him a few months ago, yes Kou is important to him but you? You are different he doesn't know why but you seem a lot more different when Mitsuba thinks about you he can't help but see you as some kind of goddess, beautiful in every way even the things that you think makes you ugly makes him love you even more, he loves you in every shape and form you like the sun to his moon he wants, no needs you to shine, when he looks through his camera he can only see pictures he took for you or genuinely you, looking so pretty and majectict even if you do some kind of a stupid pose you still look beautiful...absolutely amazing

Was it your looks or the mystery you hold maybe even both? You certainly took this ghost heart, a heart that will beat for you and only you his dear beloved...wait you not even dating him why did he call you his beloved damn maybe he is delulu

Well who knows maybe you will be his beloved when he will get the confidence to finally confess his love to you, when will this day come? He doesn't know

୨⎯ "One hour later" ⎯୧

"Heyyyy [Y/N]"

"oh hi Mitsuba you here early do you ne-"

"I have feelings for you"

"eh?! Wait could you repeat that?"

"I said I have feelings for you"

Well that was surprising and something you didn't expect Mitsuba THE Mitsuba telling you he loves you?!

Either your delulu or that's actually happening... Holy shit you didn't expect that, I mean I don't think it's a bad idea for you to date Mitsuba, yeah he can be a dick but come on he's silly, just a silly little guy so it's understandable that you will say yes isn't it?

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Those voices...they back why? Ugh that doesn't matter Mitsuba just confessed to you and you love him back, so just say yes and ignore this damn voice

"I feel the same way Mitsuba, I like you too truly"

"wait really?!"

"yeah really,you may be an idiot but you an adorable one"

"...now I don't know if I should be mad or embarrassed"

"based on your face, you both at the same moment"

"you just had to ruin the moment..."

"did I really"

Before Mitsuba could reply you pecked him on the lips and laughed at how red he was, honestly he looked idiotic like that but still cute, well what can you say you got yourself a cute boyfriend with a very high ego which can be annoying but who isn't annoying in this era?

After the confession you and Mitsuba got even closer and the voices stopped again,you didn't know if it was good or not I mean they stopped earlier but came back just how they didn't bother you back then now they seem to be the most annoying thing ever, but who cares about those voices you were enjoying time with your boyfriend even sometimes drawing corny stuff just to make him embarrassed or write something like this, for some reasons when you wrote them he kept caring you a pervert, meh you know he doesn't mean it he's just embarrassed just like the little shit he is, you can't help but look at the notebook and see drawings and short stories about you the more days passed the more cuter the stories were...it brought you comfort,but how could you feel comfort if you don't remember it? It's honestly scary... feeling comfort as if it was your most important memory...if it was why can't you remember it? It was important but it seems like it wasn't at the same damn time.

Honestly you hope that mysterious memory that you can't remember will eventually disappear...

[bartokthealbinobat]

No Touchy-Touchy

Ch. 5 of Brandy and the End of the World

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I crane my head back, shocked when I meet the blue-green eyes of another person. It’s a guy, and I instantly shoot to my feet, the sudden adrenaline rush blocking out my pain for now. He continues trying to talk to me, concern written all over his face, but the rush of blood in my ears blocks out whatever he’s trying to say, and I wouldn’t have been comforted anyways. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this lifetime, it’s to never trust men. I back away from him quickly, putting some space in between us, and, trying not to make it obvious, pull out my pocket knife and flick it open. I keep its solid weight tucked behind my back as I try to put more distance between me and this strange man that just appeared above me.

It’s all because of those girl scout cookies. If I hadn’t eaten those dang cookies then I wouldn’t have ever gotten a stomach ache or had to stop because of the pain and nausea. If I hadn’t eaten those cookies, then I wouldn’t be fearing for my life right now. I throw a quick wish up vaguely towards the sky, grimacing as I start to feel the stomach cramps again. Please don’t let me die here, I think to myself, please don’t let him hurt me.

The man is taller than I am, and scrawny looking to the casual observer. Looks can be deceiving though, and I am pretty sure if this guy wanted to overpower me he could. I have to stop a shiver from running through me at the thought, and my blood that was warmed by the sun a moment ago goes cold at the thought. I really hope he isn’t in a violent mood today. The guy looks confused at my reaction to him, almost hurt by it. I don’t care, if he knows anything then he should know not to get close to a woman in the apocalypse.

He takes a step towards me, hand still reaching out, mouth moving to form words, and I whip my knife out in front of me, blocking him off and daring him to come closer.

“Don’t you dare take another step.” I had meant for it to be loud, a warning like the rattler on a snake’s tail, but it comes out way lower, deep and threatening, laced with intention. The ominous threat now hangs in the air between us, and I’m just glad my voice didn’t shake with fear. 

The man looks genuinely confused, and it’s starting to annoy me. How does he not understand, how does he not know that he’s a threat to me? Well, he’s a man, so I guess it makes sense that he wouldn’t think about it. I throw a glance to the side, trying to see if there’s any way for me to get out of here without him following, and the dumbass starts trying to talk to me again. This time I can hear what he’s saying because the roaring in my ears has calmed to a slight rush..

“Hey, I’m just trying to check and see if you’re okay, looked like you were in pretty rough shape there.”

I glare at him, not bothering to justify his words with an answer. It’s no excuse to get close to me with no warning. He touched my arm, I hate it when strangers touch me.

“I really didn’t mean any harm, any chance we can get out of this without you cutting me? I promise I won’t do anything to you.” He gives me a disgusting approximation of puppy dog eyes, charm oozing out of his slight smirk. It’s official, not only is this guy annoying, he’s an absolute douchebag too. I stare at him harder, my frown deepening enough to make his smile falter. 

“Fine.” I say curtly, “I’ll put the knife down, but if you get any closer than you are now, if you take one more step towards me,” I pause, really wanting the threat to sink home, “I’ll cut your tongue out of your stupid, ugly face, cut it into ribbons and braid them into little knots. Then, I’ll pry your eyeballs out with my fingers, smash them flat into little sausages, and theyll switch places with your tongue. After that, Ill cut off your balls and shove them down your throat, then I’ll sit there and laugh while I watch you try to swallow down your family jewels using your crushed eyeballs as a tongue. Clear?” A grin spreads across my face as I describe the whole thing, and I relish the way the blood drains out of his face. Good, I hope he’s scared. 

“Got it.” He croaked out, not wasting words this time. I’m sure my face looks absolutely insane, the glee that took over me as I described what I could put him through is probably bursting out of me. As long as he understands that I’m deadly serious about my threats and my personal space, we’ll be just fine.

I push over the safety with my thumb, and smoothly close my pocket knife with a click, my eyes never leaving the person in front of me. Without another word, I take a few steps to the side and take a seat on some kind of crumbling concrete wall, my knees bunching up a little as I focus back on my roiling stomach. 

The guy stands a few feet away, clearly uncomfortable, shifting slightly from foot to foot as he stares at me.

“Can I-”

“NO.” I cut him off, wishing I had the ability to set people on fire with my eyes.

“But-”

“Unless you’re asking if you can leave and never come back, you can forget it bucko.” I grimace a bit, digging my fingers into my side as my stomach spasms again.

He falls silent, but doesn’t leave. Just my luck, the one thing I don’t want following me around is a man, and here one is, standing and staring at me, begging for something as I try not to puke my guts out. I groan a little as another wave of nausea hit me full-on, and I try not to murder him as the guy decides that’s his cue to speak.

“Period cramps?” cue the cheesy smile from mr.stupid over here. I glare in response, and he swallows quickly before continuing.

“I’m Justin by the way, what’s your name?” I don’t bother saying anything, hoping that if I ignore him enough he’ll just go away. “That’s okay, you don’t look like you’re doing too well right now. Well, I’m no doctor but I can definitely help with a lot of things if you’ll let me.”

“Do I need to repeat what I said about your balls and your tongue?”

“Oh, uh no, I think I got it. That’s understandable I guess. WHere are you from? I’m from here, in Chicago, I’m heading north because I’ve heard there’s some actual farms starting up again in Wisconsin. Are you heading north? It would be great to have someone to travel with. Even if you aren’t heading north, I’d love to travel with you for a bit, it gets so lonely out here when you travel by yourself and its so hard to find any other people who haven’t been infected.” He makes that face again, like a dog begging for something. If a dog was tall, scrawny, annoying, and the bane of my existence. 

“Shut up.” I manage to grit out, my head spinning from his words. His voice is almost as annoying as he is in general, with a whiny quality that reminds me of a kid throwing a tantrum. Oh what I would give to have him stop talking forever. 

“Uh yeah,” why the hell is he still talking “are you sure you’re okay there, you look kinda in pain.” He’s starting to get on my nerves.

“Well no shit Sherlock, I accidentally ate expired food.” The words come out almost in a growl, and I wish I was a man, or bigger, so that it would sound more threatening when I talked like that. 

“Well, y’know sometimes you can-” He’s cut off, thankfully, by a sudden pool of vomit being expelled from my body, and he jumps back a little as some of the upchuck splashes towards him. The look of disgust on his face is almost worth the food I lost. Almost.

I wipe my mouth, inspecting my shoes to make sure I didn’t get any on them, and when I find them clear, I grab out my water bottle, swish out my mouth, and hop up a good foot away from my puke, feeling almost instantly better.

“Well James, I’ll be on my way now.” I smile widely, glad to be finally getting away from this freak. 

“Uh it’s Justin,” he pauses, looking at the contents of my stomach strewn across the sidewalk, his nose wrinkling a little bit, “but hey which way are you headed?”

Of course I couldn’t just get rid of him like that, it would’ve been too easy.

“Away.” I say, picking up my pace. Away from him is what I mean. He hops up after me, keeping a safe distance, and starts  chattering away again as I contemplate just committing murder right then and there.

“I grew up in the city here, I was staying the weekend at a friends house when the parasite hit. I mean, we didn’t know what it was then but now we know that’s what it was then. It was kinda crazy how fast everything got torn up, ya know? And um it was like once it hit everyone just decided we were all doomed and everything went to shit. My parents died when it first came, that was pretty sad, do you have any family that’s still alive? I don’t think I do, which isn’t great but I guess it’s just one of those things I have to deal with. Did you join any of those groups that popped up at the beginning there too? I think some of them are still around, but they’re less gang-y and more like a friendly little neighborhood now. I never joined a group, I think they were kind of stupid anyways, like who needs to try and have a power struggle with a bunch of other kids, right? Besides, a lot of them disbanded because the people couldn’t stand each other.”

My blood boils at the way he talks about the groups, and I think back to Charlotte, who gave everything to protect us, to keep us safe. That’s why I joined a group, because on my own I wouldn’t have made it, and a lot of other kids wouldn’t have either. He’s lucky I don’t turn around and sock him in the face to try and knock his head outta his ass, he obviously can’t look past his own rear end and see that people do need other people, and that for a lot of us those groups were our family. And what’s all this BS about how it’s so sad he lost his family? We’ve all lost people, its the friggin’ apocalypse you self-entitled whore. But he keeps talking.

“What about finding food, have you had much luck recently? I mean, obviously not because you ate something spoiled, but it’s been getting harder and harder to find anything in this city I think. I mean, anything that hasn’t been picked clean by now has probably gone bad. That’s why I’m leaving actually, gotta eat somehow! I think it’ll be a lot better once I get out of the city, I have a buddy that was up north when everything hit, he says they went back to farming pretty quick once food started running out, so I think there should be plenty to eat up there. It’s like in the Martian, right? Have you ever seen that movie? Or I guess it was a book first, but that doesn’t really matter, have you heard of it? I guess you probably have, I think almost everyone has heard of it, but if you don’t then it’s about this guy who’s a botanist and he gets stranded on mars while he’s on a mission in space, and I can’t remember exactly what happened to his crew but I know they get like offed somehow and so anyways this guy starts growing like potatoes, while he’s on mars, which is pretty cool. ANd he uses poop from his- hey you know we just went like in a circle right, like we’ve been over here before?”

I stop pinching the bridge of my nose and trying to tune out his mindless chatter and actually look around myself. He’s right.

 I have somehow yet again, screwed up spectacularly and gotten myself lost. What a phenomenal job I’ve done. I whirl to face whats-his-face, knowing that at the very least I can be annoyed with him.

“I am trying to get rid of you actually, in case you didn’t notice, you’ve been talking this ENTIRE time, and I am completely fed up with it. Nobody cares that you’ve had a hard time, nobody cares that your parents, and I’m damn well sure that nobody asked to hear and entire dissertation on The Martian. I mean, hell, I didn’t ask you to be here at all.”

His mouth gaped open like a fish, the expression absolutely disgusting on his too-small face. I know it isn’t completely his fault, and I’m more mad that I got lost yet again, but for heaven’s sake I don’t want him anywhere near me and I still don’t trust him.

“I understand, I can be more quiet.” His voice follows me quietly, and I can almost imagine him shrinking a little like a kicked puppy. I still don’t care, he decided to follow me and be an annoying little asshole, his hurt feelings are his own problem, “but I still would really like someone to travel with if you don’t mind?”

I pause midstep, thinking it over. I could really use somebody to help me navigate if nothing else, and so far he seemed pretty harmless, just a pain in the butt to listen to.

“Okay,” I give in, hating myself a bit for agreeing to this, “my name is Brandy, I’m heading north too. You can come with if you agree to navigate.”

He nodded enthusiastically, and I added “And you have to agree to stop talking so much.” Another brief nod.

“Okay then Jimmy, lets get going.” I motion ahead of me for him to take the lead.

“It’s still Justin.” He cuts in, and I shake my head in warning when it looks like he might start on another tangent. I still wish it wasn’t him I was traveling with, I mean I don’t really want to be traveling with anyone right now, but if I was left to try and navigate on my own I’m pretty sure I would never even make it out of the city. 

I follow behind Justin, trailing behind slightly and trying to just focus on my footsteps and my breathing. I think back to the girl scout cookies, my mouth watering a bit just imagining them, despite my bad experience earlier. I probably haven’t learned my lesson, and I start to wonder if maybe the other box is still good. They are a different kind after all. I’ll have to pull them out and try one when I can get rid of my sudden tail for a little bit. I look back ahead at him.

He is alternating between glancing up at the sky and street signs, and down at what looks like a map in his hands. I wish I had some sort of map to follow, then maybe I wouldn’t need this useless talkative man to come with me. I shouldn’t have allowed him to come anyways, it wasn’t a good look for me and trying to keep two people alive is so much harder than one, even if both are taking care of themselves for the most part. There was just more to worry about, and you had to think about a whole other person. All in all, this had just been a terrible idea.

I step carefully, crunching over bits of debris from a building next to us that had been obviously looted, and try to focus on my surroundings better. I need to be paying attention, making sure there’s no zombies hiding anywhere that could get us. Justin obviously wasn’t worried about it at all, and I had to wonder how he had survived this long. He didn’t seem very smart, he wasn’t super athletic, he hadn’t joined any groups, and he didn’t seem to be careful or aware at all. I have to put my money on pure luck. He had to just be one of the luckiest people I’ve ever met, especially because it didn’t look like he had any self-preservation instincts at all. He had gone right up to someone he didn’t know, who probably looked sick, and tried to make friends with them. He stumbled over a chunk of metal, almost scraping his arm on some exposed glass. Okay, so clumsy and no self-preservation instincts I guess. I had to marvel at the complete lack of fear and self-awareness it seemed like he had. He didn’t seem to worry too much about anything, and it didn’t seem like he filtered anything he thought or said. It was almost impressive when you took a step back and looked at it.

Well no matter how he had survived up until now, I was kind of stuck with the job of keeping him alive if I wanted to make it to Wisconsin. It wasn’t going to be an easy task, I’m pretty sure this man should have been killed off by natural selection ages ago, but here we were.

Just then I catch sight of something shifting in the shadows of my peripheral vision. I turn, sliding my knife out of my pocket silently, the solid weight pressed firmly against my palm. I flick it open, the little click echoing in my mind, making it sound louder to me than it actually is. The shadow where I saw movement is directly in front of me, as I stay completely still, wishing I could signal to Justin to stop moving so loudly and kicking rocks everywhere. Of course, he stays completely oblivious, so I stand my ground without any backup. Slowly, emerging from the shadows almost in a slink, emerges the dog. Her ears are back but she isn’t growling, and I relax immediately.

“Hey little miss,” I whisper, “I missed you.”

I slide the knife back into my pocket, and try to quietly pull out some food to toss to the dog. It works, and I am over the moon when the man in front of me doesn’t notice or suspect a thing. For now, the dog can stay my little secret.

I walk away, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face, and feeling a lot lighter than I have all day. Justin keeps walking slowly away, and I scamper a bit to keep up, almost annoyed that he didn’t see I was stopped. Jeez, this man really has zero awareness of his surroundings. I glance back occasionally, still overjoyed every time I see a furry figure trailing me from a little ways off. I think this dog might actually end up coming to Milwaukee with me. The thought is a little strange, but it’s been an altogether kind of strange day so I don’t really mind that much.

The wind whistles past me, picking up speed as the day goes on, and almost knocking off the ugly knit hat that sits precariously on Justin’s head. It gets to the point where I have to squint my eyes to keep them from watering before my fearless guide suggests we pull over and take a break. I personally don’t feel like taking longer than we already have to try and get out of the city, but he’s probably right, we should most likely take a break for a bit. We find a spot that’s a little sheltered from the wind and duck in to take a little time to rest. I hate that the spot we found isn’t very big, and I’m forced closer to dickface than I’d like to be. He sits down, taking up more space than strictly necessary, and I start to feel the gloom descend on me once again. Just the presence of this guy takes my mood down five notches, and I swear if he starts talking again-

“So why are you heading north, like where exactly are you trying to go?”

“Milwaukee.” I grumble the word, despising every second of this.

“Oh is that it? Why MIlwaukee? It’s just another big city I guess, just further north. Is there something there you’re trying to get to? Y’know I’ve heard theres somebody up there trying to start an army to kill off all the zombies, you should check it out, you seem like the kind that would be good at just choppin’ away at those suckers.”

“K”

“Is that what you’re going up there for? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were, I don’t know where it is exactly but I could help you find it if you wanted.” He looked at me expectantly, as if the offer was for a million dollars and not even more of his company that I didn’t want in the first place.

“No.”

He finally takes that as a sign to stop talking, and I’m grateful that he settles in to doing his own thing. I pull off my jacket, determined to do some mending while I have the extra time. He watches, almost intrigued, but thankfully doesn’t say a word.

We sit like that for a while, the wind picking up more and more, sending debris flying and forcing us further into the little nook we had picked out. I wonder where the dog is, if she found somewhere to hide out too or if she’s just standing out in the awful wind. I peer out, straining to see if I can make out where she could be through the swirling dust and dirt. I don’t catch sight of anything, and I worry my bottom lip with my teeth, hoping that she’s okay. What am I even thinking, of course she’ll be fine. That dog is scrappier than I ever have been, there’s no way that some wind is going to do her in. 

The wind howling past us lends an almost melancholy undertone to the setting, and I start to wish that I had a harmonica so I could start playing some old-timey cowboy song, letting the wind set the pace. It would be fitting I think, to play an instrument made for vagabonds and outlaws, as I continue on this insane trip to try and find someone that could be dead or long gone by now. It sounds like the plot of a very moody wild west movie, the only difference is I didn’t want anyone to accompany me, and we don’t have any cows. I mean, Justin smells kind of like a cow, but he’s definitely too skinny to be one.

We sit there so long that apparently I accidentally fall asleep, and so does Justin. I wake a little later to a darkened sky and almost no wind. Justin’s hand is on my arm, and he’s out cold too. I shake his hand off, my skin prickling with disgust and scowl, scooting as far away as I can get. If he touches me again, accident or not, I’ll cut off his damn fingers. I don’t know what it is, but something about this man gets under my skin in the worst way possible, it’s like I’m physically repulsed by him.

It wouldn’t be a bad thing in most situations, I could just avoid him and be done with it, but since I’m apparently stuck with him for a while I can’t exactly do that right now. I definitely won’t let my own disgust stand in the way of getting the things I want, so I need to ignore his presence and the way it makes my skin crawl for just a while longer. He’s nice enough technically, but something still tells me that I need to be careful around him, and I’m going to listen to that part as much as I can. If there’s one thing I know as a girl, it’s that when I have a gut feeling about a man it’s usually right.

Just as Justin starts to stir, stretching into my space and earning a dirty look that he can’t even see, a figure appears just inside my line of sight, sitting down expectantly and staring into my soul. The dog watches me carefully, staying as far away from where the man is lying as possible, but still trying to get close enough to me to be in range for food.

I wait, breath held, as Justin sits up and the dog jumps a little, backing away with her hackles raised. I pull some food out hastily and toss it to her, desperate for my one good travel companion to stay with me. She settles down a little, but still eyes the man warily as he blinks and rubs at his eyes, letting loose a disgusting-sounding yawn. He catches sight of the dog almost immediately, and turns to look at me feeding her, slightly confused.

“Is this yours?” He asks me, his face all crinkled from sleep. I almost don’t have to think before I answer.

“Yup,” I say hastily, straightening my back to try and seem more convincing, mind rushing to think of something to call her, “Her name is , um, Pez.”

“Well then, hello Pez,” Justin moves quickly to reach towards her, going in for a pet, and before I can warn him the dog, Pez I guess, lets loose a ferocious growl and snaps at him, hair standing on end. He pulls his hand back quickly and I can’t help but grin a little bit.

“She doesn’t like strangers.” I say it with authority, like I’ve known her for years. I know it’s true, I just don’t know for how long. Like an answer, the dog moves to hide beside me, within arm’s reach this time. I don’t reach out to pet her, even though everything in me wants to. I can’t let Justin see that I’m still a stranger to her, and I’m not quite sure how she would react. 

It’s almost ironic, that these two companions that I didn’t want or ask for at all are both now coming with me on my crazy journey. The only difference is that one of them slobbers, sheds, and begs, and the other one is a dog that I actually like.

She lowers her head to the ground, still watching Justin carefully and letting out some little grumbles whenever he makes a move. I think it’s absolutely hilarious, and I have to stop myself from laughing at the look on his face. It’s the same face he made when I threatened him.

Just me and my dog, bloodthirsty bitches that’ll bite your hand off if you try to touch us.

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Author's Note: How are we feeling about the boy so far? I had a ton of fun writing this chapter, especially the creative threats, and I can't wait for what is coming next. Stay prepared, and stay bitchy. Peace.

-Bartok

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[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Nine

A/N: I'm apologizing in advance, you guys can scream at me all you want. Please don't hate me.

Cold.

She was so cold, but the last thing she had remembered was fire so why was she cold?

"What the hell were you thinking!" Hey she knew that voice, it was Javy, but why was he mad?

She opened her eyes and saw her friend running up to her, why was she in snow? She felt strong arms sit her up.

"You have got to be the most stubborn person I've ever met in my life Lucky." He said checking her over for any obvious injuries. "You should be back on the damn ship."

"I saved your life!" She said, her spunk coming back to life as she stands up.

"No, no I saved your life first!" He argued back.

"I wasn't just going to leave you out here alone!"

"Yeah and now your fiancé has no idea if you're alive or not. Did you even think about him?"

"Of course I did!" She spit out, the venom in her voice loud and clear.

"Oh really did you?"

She shoved him hard into the snow. "How dare you."

He got up and the two stood there just staring at each other. Then Javy opened his arms, and Lucky hugged him hard.

"We should find somewhere to get comfy to wait out the rescue squad." He said. "I'm still mad at you by the way."

"I'm not your biggest fan right now either dumbass."

They worked together to find a spot where they felt safe putting up a small camp. They dug a small ditch in the snow and ripped pieces of their parachutes to make a makeshift shelter. They had shed their wet flight suits. Lucky was left in a thin pair of leggings and a tank top. Poor Coyote was down to just his wife beater and boxers. It wasn't warm in the slightest but they were at least a little less wet. The sun went down, and as it got colder the two cuddled closer. They couldn't make a fire, as that would allow the enemy to know they were there so body heat and tattered parachute was all they had.

Lucky's teeth started to chatter, and Coyote looked over at her with concern.

"I'm fine Javy." She said, despite never feeling so cold before in her life. "I've never been better actually." She joked.

"I can't believe you are actually trying to joke right now."

"Do you want me to act sad?"

"I want you to admit what you did was reckless and stupid."

"So you would rather be out here all by yourself?"

"And know you were safe? Yes."

"Fine next time I won't save your ass then. See if I fucking care Javy."

They just had to make it through the night without the cold killing them - or them killing each other.

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Fanboy was livid. Cyclone and Maverick were refusing to send a rescue squad until the next day due to hostiles still in the area and the setting sun.

"If there's anyone that can survive a night out there, it's Lucky and Coyote." Hangman walked up beside where Fanboy was standing looking out to the ocean.

When Fanboy didn't give an answer, Hangman sighed.

"Listen, Coyote has been my friend for years now. He is a tough guy, and smart as hell. He watches all those survivor shows. I've flown with Lucky a few times now and she's got to have some of the most skill and determination I've ever seen. Plus she picked you so she must be pretty smart."

He listened as Hangman's footsteps walked away, getting quieter and quieter.

Fanboy looked over the waves, totally numb. Yes he knew that the two stuck out there were strong and smart and more than capable. But that was his girl out there, and she had to come back to him.

He looked at the sprinkling of stars above, and remembers how Lucky talks to the stars. He doesn't even feel silly when the first words that come out of his mouth since he landed is pointed to the sky.

"Bring our girl home safe William."

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It had to be past midnight, and if it wasn't she was suing God. She was so fucking cold even snuggled up to a now sleeping Coyote. Her eyes were heavy, but she knew sleep wouldn't come. Her head hurt and her whole body was stiff.

She could see the stars from here, bright and beautiful.

"Dad please help me." She whispered, praying for an answer.

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Every night that her mother was home she would read her daughter to sleep. It was their special time together.

"The End." Delilah finished the storybook and closed it shut. She looked over at her precious little girl and noticed the grey eyes that matched hers were closed.

"I love you so much my baby." She kissed Baylies forehead and snuck out.

"I love you mommy." She heard the little voice say back sleepily.

"Get some sleep baby."

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She couldn't stop shaking, and her eyes were mostly closed at this point. She knew sleeping right now was dangerous, especially if she had a concussion like she was thinking she did. But she hoped in her dreams it might be a little warmer.

She hoped that in her dreams, Mickey was there. She needed to see him, feel him, know that he was real.

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As the night marched on, Fanboy was tossing and turning. His stomach churned with fear.

He had no idea if Lucky was alive, and if she was it had been freezing out there and the ground covered in snow. She may be from the Midwest but even an Illinois girl could die in those conditions.

He couldn't think like that, he had to be positive. They were alive, together, and camping out until morning. He just had to believe.

As soon as she was safely back on the ship, he was never letting her go.

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Baylie used to be terrified of storms, even the tiniest roll of thunder made her run for cover.

The safest place to go when it stormed had been the big bed in her parents room. She would snuggle in between them, under their big blanket. She could sleep easy knowing that the storm couldn't hurt her in the big bed.

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Javy woke up sometime during the night and noticed she was also awake.

"Have you slept at all?"

She simply shook her head, too tired to speak.

"Come here." He moved her closer and rubbed her arms. "try and get some sleep, okay? I'm right here."

She nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Javy?"

"Yeah honey?"

"I'm scared."

"I know honey, we just have to make it 'til morning Lucky girl."

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When sleep finally took over Fanboy's racing mind, he slipped into a nightmare.

There was a plane crash, blood, fire, and a screaming he didn't recognize.

He dug through blood soaked snow like he knew he would find something. He found a tattered photograph, it was blurry but he could make out two figures dancing. He kept digging and his hand hit cold metal. As he pulled, he noticed they were dog tags, he flipped them over but they were blank. As he pulled he noticed the tags were attached to a body. He wiped away some snow, and realized the screaming had been him the whole time because he knew what happened here.

Laying there, dead and cold, was Lucky.

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In the Steele household, Wednesdays were chemo days. Baylie would get off school, drive home to pick up her Dad, and then head to the hospital for the treatment.

While the chemo made its way into his veins, his daughter sat next to him doing homework.

On this particular Wednesday, the girl had a rough day at school and just wanted to take a nap.

"You look tired lucky girl."

"Wow thanks Dad."

"Come here honey."

She sat half on his lap, half in the chair with him and laid her head on his chest.

"Go to sleep lucky girl."

Safe in her father's arms, she slept.

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Javy was worried, he wouldn't say it out loud but he was. He had never seen Lucky sit so still and so silent. She hadn't slept a wink all night, and he couldn't tell but he was pretty sure she had been crying. Her lips were starting to tinge blue.

"Javy, will you do me a favor?" Her voice was weak.

"Of course."

"When you make it back..."

"Hey none of that, we are both making it back to the ship, do you hear me?"

"Please Javy, just humor me. When you make it back. I need you to tell Mickey something, something I should have told him a long time ago."

"What is it?"

"That I got pregnant not long after we started dating, but I lost the baby. He never knew, he was overseas and I couldn't call him. Tell him I'm so sorry, for everything. For losing our baby, for never telling him, and for leaving him like this."

"I'll tell him Lucky girl. I promise."

"Oh and give him the ring back, he should keep it."

She settled back against his shoulder and finally let's sleep take hold.

Javy sat in silence after that. All he could do was try and keep her alive until rescue came, he didn't even want to think about the wrath of Mickey Garcia raining down on him if she died out here. Let alone if he had to tell him the confession he'd just heard.

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A/N: IM SORRY. IM SO SORRY. MAYBE ILL BE NICER IN CHAPTER TEN GUYS (I won't)

[thewanderer-000]

Charles Kai(18+ and up)

The leaves fell as Charles left the now reclaimed Ranger station, a leaf slapped into his face with an audible slap. He brushed away the stray foliage, he was annoyed by that inconvenience. Charles was ready to hear the Seeds radio their usual taunt, ten minutes later nothing, it was too late to walk back. Or was it? A feeling of being stalked overwhelmed Charles, he knew in what direction but hesitated to look there. He looked only to stumble back, there among the trees he was the last person Charles wanted to see there. He took one more step back but his boot caught in a tree root, he fell and landed on his butt on the rooted ground.

"Seriously, Jacob?" The unease was thick but Charles thought he seen a smirk on Jacob before he turned his head away. And maybe that was just what Charles needed to ease his focus kind of. He sat feeling a dull ach from his hurt back side, wouldn't expecting a sneak up from Jacob. On the bright side at least it wasn't a wild animal, that mountain lion definitely surprised him last time, unfortunately.

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"What? You expecting to run into the mouth of another mountain lion Deputy Kai?" Jacob said in a teasing tone, he must have seen that attack from weeks ago. I groan at the fact someone seen that and not just Jacob. I won't die of a cult takeover but of embarrassment, at least that was just one time.

"Don't make me radio Cheeseburger to come maul you" Jacob darkly chuckled at that, as a Marine I could imagine Jacob wrestling him but as a Marine I'd like to wrestle a bear myself. I look at him trying not to notice how his mouth turns up at the corners as he smiles, his slight cough was enough to break whatever hold he had. This is the double agent thing all over again, when will I ever learn.

"I'm sure that's not the only one whom wants to maul me. Huh, rookie?" I didn't say and so didn't want to ask what he meant by that, but he said it, so I'm assuming he gets my "vibes". Though him and his family been throwing mixed signals, you want me or do you want me dead? I look at the ground then get up because I felt silly, why am I still on the ground, I get up my dumbass.

"You wanna wrestle-? Uh, wait, no- nevermind. You know I should get goin'-" I am stopped in my tracks, I seriously just said "yOu waNnA wREstLe". To An Enemy, he literally had me caged up to do his trials, and that's not including all the things his family did to me. I was too in my head to hear him say anything till he said those words, those fighting words.

"-Marines are chickens. Go ahead, you're dismissed. You can leave little soldier" Jacob said smugly with a stupid charming smile that was going to get knocked off his face. Before he finished that chicken remark my attention was there square in his face.

"Says the chicken, I could dead lift you and all your siblings. Ya' aren't on my level" I say as I'm there in his face, smiling back because I could.

"You sure cr-" I lean in to Jacob and kiss him before he can finish his retort, he pushed away holding me at arms length. I am stumped as he looked very confused, maybe I read the vibes and situation completely wrong.

"Look, maybe I read the-, y-" Jacob gnashed a kiss on my mouth roughly, he moved me back against a tree as passion burned. Jacobs beard tickled my face and lack of facial hair, but after a good, hard make out session he bite my neck and proceeded to leave hickies.

"Let's take this some-, somewhere more private Deputy Kai, I'm not finished with you, yet" Jacob said in a breathy voice drawing out my wants, I nodded since I couldn't find words only deep lust radiating my joints. I wanted him more than I ever wanted before. We explored each other till we were exhausted, rest was appreciated as I had been used as a pillow.