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adventuresinobx · 2 years ago

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The Bonfire Party

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: You and JJ both take a shine to one another at a beach bonfire party, and he’s quickly dragging you back for some fun in the Twinkie. But will your past threaten to end your relationship before it begins?

A/N: I am backkk! Gosh I have missed writing properly but I think I’ve got my inspiration back, so here’s some smut with your favourite pogue! It hasn’t been proof read so sorry for some (inevitable) typos!

Warnings: Smut, spit kink (sort of), dirty talking

Your eyes locked on a handsome man from across the beach. He was stood there chatting to some friends, his blonde hair on top of his head. You felt instantly drawn to him; his demeanour making you even more attracted to him. You just wanted to go say hi and the liquid courage that you had been necking all night helped you take a few steps towards him and his friends. They seemed close, like they were protecting him. He was clearly the leader of their little group - or so you thought.

Your friends seemed confused why you wanted to go anywhere near a Pogue of all people, but let you carry on, you downing the drink in your red plastic cup as you took a few more steps towards him. The bonfire was still between you two but you looked past the sparks and embers that fell from the flames to focus on him.

Closer now, you took a moment to admire him. The bonfire lit up his stunning bone structure and features, and that smile. You were captivated by him. But it was that energy that drew you in more. The way he was the life and soul of the party, everyone wanting to be near him, chat to him and now you wanted it too. He looked wild, but in that way that took your breath away. He was danger, exciting and you needed more.

He caught your eye, taking you aback a little as you admired his beautiful eyes, even from this far away. A smirk spread over his lips as he eyed you up, his friends still animatedly talking to him. He obviously wasn’t listening. He bit his lip, you probably mirroring him as you looked him up and down. His vest exposed his arms, thick and strong, a detail that you had you almost pooling in your underwear at the thought of them on you, around you, those fingers - in you.

And then he winked at you.

Yes he was perfect.

Feeling confident, and the group clearly noticing now, you made your way over to him and his friends, him breaking away from the others and turning his attention to you. One girl he was with - Kie you think someone called her - gave you a glare but you tried to just brush it away and keep your focus on him instead. Close up, he was even more captivating but you needed more from him. You needed to feel him, touch him, maybe even something else. You wondered if he was that kind of guy. You hadn’t seen him on this side of the island before.

“Wanna dance?” you asked, your eyes scanning up and down his body. You wanted to touch, needed to, but you kept your hands at a distance for now.

“I don’t dance cupcake,” he said, eyes flicking up and down as he drank in your body, the clothes you had chosen leaving little - but enough - to the imagination. “But if you wanna go somewhere - quieter,” he said punctuated with a long pause, “We can.”

You moved closer, no gap between your bodies now as you went up on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “I’d like that,” you said, a tone in your voice making clear that your intentions completely matched his.

“John B, keys,” he shouted, holding his hand out towards his friend. He shook his head, chucking them at him and mumbling something about it being ‘again’. “Don’t come knocking guys,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at them before his attention turned back to you. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed your hand and tugged you off in the direction of what you’d soon find out was the Twinkie.

“So what’s your name eh?” he said, his fingers locked between yours as you made your way through some quiet area of the beach with him.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he mumbled, his voice cutting into the dark night, “Haven’t seen you around here before.” He paused. “Sure I would have noticed someone like you.” He stopped you from moving towards the van, turning you to face him as he leant in and hovered his lips against yours. “I’d have done this much sooner if I knew you had -“

“I haven’t been to this side of the island since I was a kid. This is my first beach bonfire party thing,” you said, suddenly a little shy now it really was just him and you. He moved your intertwined hands closer to him, your breath hitching in your throat as you looked at him. He moved your hand with his and placed it on his abs under his loose vest. “I know you wanna touch me, can see it in your eyes,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. “Can see how bad you want me. Just let go.”

“Touch all you want, I don’t mind.” You used his words as an assurance that it was ok, and you stepped closer towards him, letting your fingers glide over his body under his shirt. He must have liked this as he watched you, eyes burning as you ran your fingers over the outline of his muscles. You breathed deeply, your focus on him. That was until he leant forward and his lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver in anticipation as his words sent shockwaves through you.

“Maybe I can touch you later too?”

***

You sighed as you felt his hands explore your body. You were both naked now, on the floor of the Twinkie of all places, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. Your hands were also reaching all over him too, your focus on his chest and abs, feeling that hard muscle with every single movement of your hands. He was perfect.

His hands moved down to your hips, squeezing your soft flesh there as he let himself explore every inch of you. He was nestled between your thighs, his fingers moving from your hips to your legs, to your inner thighs.

“Looking beautiful for me baby,” he teased, his fingers brushing over your soaking folds and making you moan at the sensation. “Shy baby?” he asked quietly, his fingers ghosting over your clit as he made eye contact with you at the exact same moment. You bucked your hips up, begging for more but you stayed silent in words, shy and embarrassed. No one had touched you this well in ages. You also hadn’t ever done this before, hooked up with a random guy you just met - but he was different.

“Let me hear you moan my name, bet my name sounds so good coming from that pretty little mouth,” he groaned, rubbing his thumb over your clit and encouraging you to moan out. “Only time I don’t wanna hear you moaning is when your mouth is full of my cock. Is that what you want eh?”

His thumb brushed sharply across your clit and you whined at the feeling, partly answering his questions. Moans started to spill from your lips as he kept his fingers moving over you, his speed fast and his pattern changing constantly to keep you guessing. His dirty talking was encouraging you and soon you were moaning out, begging for more and different things too.

“JJ, feels so good. Keep going,” you whined, unable to even control your words, which were just about audible, punctuated with moans. You leant forward and pressed your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and making him moan into your mouth before you locked lips with him fully. Your hands moved to tangle in his blonde hair, tugging as you moaned into his mouth too as he kept his fingers of one hand moving over your clit, his pace fast.

“That’s it baby, keep talking, keep telling me what you like. I love hearing you tell me what you like,” he said after breaking from the kiss. You couldn’t speak as much as you wanted to, and you knew it was turning him on too - but you tried. You’d try anything for him.

“Gosh J, you’re so good, making me feel so good. Want you inside me, want to feel you stretching me out.” You managed to mumble through moans and whines as he quizzed you on whether anyone else had made you feel this way before. He was 100 times better than your ex. “No one, never never, no one else J, I promise.”

He moved himself to kneel between your legs, forcing his hands off your clit finally. That was almost becoming too much, an overstimulation for you. “You wanted me inside you did you mama?” he said, biting his lip as he took the moment to really admire your body. You had curves in all the right places, and he couldn’t get over how soaking wet you already were for him. He had felt it but seeing your folds glisten in the low light made him even more desperate to be inside you.

“Just need you a little wetter,” he said almost mockingly. You were expecting to feel fingers or even his tongue or maybe his friend kept some lube in the van for situations like this. He spat on your pussy, watching as the liquid glistened your folds even more so. He took a deep breath, biting his lip hard before he took himself in his hand. He used the tip to rub himself into your soaking wet core, pushing in a little and leaving you breathless by the anticipation of his sheer size and what was to come. And he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“Ready for me mama?” he asked, but didn’t even wait for an answer before he slid inside you. He was thick, not too long but perfectly thick and you felt him stretch you out either every single inch he sunk inside you with. You tried to close your legs but he pushed them open, holding your thigh with one hand and holding your hip with his other. “Feel so good, so tight, fuck,” he groaned, your hips rolling up to meet his and only helping him sink further inside you. You could feel him keeping that steady rhythm, making you gasp as he pushed inside you, going deeper and harder with each movement.

“So fucking good, you’re taking me so well. Knew when I saw your face you’d make me feel incredible,” he said, each word punctuated by a thrust. His hand came down to your throat, gripping your neck firmly enough to take your breath away. You gripped at his strong forearm, hips bucking up to meet his with every thrust down. “Can feel you tensing baby, so tight around me. Are you close?” You nodded furiously, moving your own hand off his forearm to brush your fingers over your clit whilst he fucked you harder and harder.

“So close, just finish me off with your fingers please.” Your words spurred him into actions and his hand came down between your bodies, the new movement never altering the speed and force of his thrusts. This sensation had you coming closer and closer to your high and just as you felt the knot in your stomach, JJ’s quick fingers had you coming hard.

“Fuck J, yes,” you moaned, “Harder.” He slammed into you as deep as he could, holding himself inside you for a moment as he felt you squeeze around him again and again in quick pulses as you succumbed to your high.

“Where do you want it?” he said, pulling himself out and stroking himself a few times in anticipation of what was about to happen moments later.

“Mouth,” you said, poking your tongue out for him. He could barely scramble up your body in time, desperately trying to grab a fistful of your hair to pull you onto his dick. Some ropes of the sticky white liquid ended up on your chest before you managed to take him into your mouth and swallow the rest. He looked down at you with a smirk on his face as he stroked the rest of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth, admiring you for swallowing every drop given to you.

Sure he was done, you popped your lips off him, making sure to trace your tongue over the head a few times and collect anything you might have missed. He let go of your hair, pushing it behind your ears.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, you laughing because it really was probably something he should have said before, “Do I have any competition?”

You laughed, shrugging your shoulders before shaking your head. “No no boyfriend,” you said in response, him mocking his own question with a joking swipe of his forehead in relief making you giggle again.

He didn’t expect the next sentence to come out of your mouth though; the shocked expression clear on his face.

“I have an ex though who fights any guy who comes within 10 metres of me, his name’s Rafe Cameron.”

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pumpkinpie59 · 2 years ago

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Hi again!!

Here’s a question for you! If you had to pick, what would your top five episodes be from both the 1987 and 2012 series? 😃

Thanks again, and have a nice evening! 😁

hi!

this was kinda hard lol. i love so many episodes in both shows but here’s my answer right now:

1987

5. the big cufflink caper

this one was an immediate favorite. it’s fun, silly, and clever. each turtle has their time to shine. the plot is so ridiculous but i found myself intrigued by the steps taken to solve the mystery. it’s great

4. take me to your leader

i love the concept of the other 3 turtles trying to lead in leonardo’s absence. it really shows why leonardo is so needed in the team, while showing why the other turtles have other roles. raphael doesn’t want to lead but can ground the team and is most likely to see things as they are, donatello is competent beyond belief but doesn’t have the focus needed to be leader, and michelangelo has the kindness and talent to lead but is ultimately too short sighted. it’s leonardo’s drive and ambition and confidence that make him a good leader and him needing to find that again and see that his brothers need him is such an interesting premise, and the episode is great at the execution imo.

3. four musketurtles

leonardo gets hyperfixated on a book, bonks his head, and wakes up believing his is the main character. it’s just so funny and cam clarke’s british accent reminds me of liquid snake which i find hilarious. idk it’s just fun.

2. beware the lotus

lotus is my favorite character beside leonardo so of course this was gonna be on the top five lol. i love lotus and leonardo’s dynamic, and i just love lotus as a character. even if we don’t get to explore lotus’ character very much, the episode does a great job establishing lotus’ abilities: her combat prowess, her smarts, her wit, and even her self respect. and the fact that she can defeat shredder so easily … mwah i love it.

1. farewell lotus blossom

hehe now here’s the episode where we explore lotus’ character more. she’s insecure about not fitting in or having a family/clan. and the fact that she feels comfortable around leonardo enough to cry and laugh and tease like AHSKAHAK PLEASE I LOVE THEM. the whole onion scene is my favorite scene in the show. i just wish we could’ve seen how she dealt with her new life without the spirit within her. and more leolotus obviously. the one thing that bothers me about the episode is that shredder and his group don’t show up after chakahachi takes the role of villain. they just leave and we don’t see them for the rest of the episode lol.

some special mentions bc this show is great:

teenagers from dimension x

the maltese hamster

green with jealousy

raphael meets his match

donatello’s degree

leonardo versus tempestra

splinter vanishes

unidentified flying leonardo

turtles on the orient express

i’ve only seen the first 4 seasons and the europe side season tho so i’ll have more opinions once i finish it lol.

2012

5. the insecta trifecta

i think this episode explores raph’a trauma and fear really well, and it is by far the height of the later seasons (ngl i am a season 1 fan lol). i love raph’s interactions with splinter so much. it shows how much raph has grown since season 1, and splinter’s counsel reflects it. instead of teaching raph as an angry child, he teaching him as a struggling almost-adult. he’s patient and understanding with him, and raph is more respectful and is able to try and talk through his struggles more easily. i love it. also i have a horrible sense of humor and the ant french kiss scene sends me into hysterics every time lmao.

4. in dreams

hehe i’m a sucker for worst fears/nightmare type episodes. also the ANIMATION IS SO COOL IN THIS EPISODE??? AND CASEY SAVES THE DAY??? AND APRIL IS SO WORRIED ABOUT THEM THE ENTIRE TIME???? man i love it. i love most of the farmhouse arc but this one is so good x3

3. parasitica

i’m not even a mikey fan and i have a huge fear of insects, especially wasps. so i legit have no idea why i love this one as much as i do. but the plot is so … small? compared to the other episodes. a majority of it is just in the lair, and the turtles are the only characters other than the wasps. and it works so well. the story flows great and you feel the urgency of the situation. also mikey banging his head into the table so he doesn’t pass out is funny to me idk. also. ALL HAIL THE BEAN … why wasn’t april there tho? she was living with them during this time lol

2. monkey brains

this episode is the best donatello episode idc. not only is it the start of april and donnie becoming best friends (before then it was super awkward lol and april wasn’t quite used to him yet), but also it shows donnie’s flaws, strengths, and insecurities so clearly. i wish later episodes were this good at exploring his character. it’s like they hit his magnum opus way too early lmao and didn’t know where to go afterwards. he over-thinks. with fighting. with hanging out with april. and with his insecurities … doesn’t think april will just say yes to hanging out so he has to come up with an excuse of some sort … takes a lot of issue with the word “monstrosity” (thinks he’s a monster and doesn’t like to be reminded) … and i haven’t forgotten about april. this episode marks the first major glimpse of her powers. and when splinter first offers her training. LIKE IDK I JUST ADORE THIS EPISODE.

1. fungus humungous

is it wrong to have criticisms of my fav episode? xD i love leo’s fear, and april’s, and i do believe that donnie’s is appropriate (to some extent), but the others aren’t explored very well imo. and i wish mikey’s was the parasitica wasps instead of the stupid squirrelanoids smh. but i genuinely enjoy watching this episode on repeat lol. idk what to say rlly. it’s just interesting to me.

and some honorable mentions

i think his name is baxter stockman

never say xever

panic in the sewers

new girl in town

enemy of my enemy

karai’s vendetta

operation breakout

slash and destroy

the invasion

buried secrets

race with the demon

eyes of the chimera

the fourfold trap

the arena of carnage

the war for dimension x

mutant gangland (messy execution; fun premise)

tokka vs the world

when worlds collide

it’s easier for me to think about seasons as a whole rather than just episodes tho lol

season 1 is good from beginning to end. some episodes are better than others, but it all flows rlly well imo. also top tier comedic timing and i personally love the quick movements and quirky speaking animation.

season 2 has rlly good highs but boring lows? it does have the strength of flowing well tho. individual episodes aren’t easy for me to like (other than fungus humungous, slash and destroy, and the invasion), but there are good scenes throughout the season.

season 3 starts out super strong (with the exception of bigfoot episode and frog episode). i love the farmhouse arc so much. but then the rest of the season feels aimless and messy. i don’t rlly like the brain worm thing. they didn’t want karai to be a good guy yet so they drew out the villain karai thing way too long. i like the finale but there’s very little buildup.

season 4 should have been two seasons. the space arc is pretty fun, but a lot of the episodes had weird pacing and i wish there was more imo? like you have so many things you could do with a space arc but didn’t explore them. and then the last half was … meh. it could’ve been its own season to explore the arcs more. let april’s possession be more drawn out and a bigger issue, let don vizioso have more of an impact (especially for donnie), let splinter’s death be better written smh. also i hate the finale lmao

okay so … tbh i haven’t finished rewatching season 5 lmao. so i don’t remember lone rat and cubs, the usagi arc, the monster arc, the apocalypse arc, and the crossover arc very well. i’m rewatching the show with my sister tho so i’ll get there soon lol. but i really dislike the kavaxas arc?? it’s so useless imo?? why is tiger claw leading a cult?? and why are they resurrecting shredder when he already killed splinter which was his entire life goal?? and donnie had such a small murder problem THAT SHOULDVE HAD MORE IMPACT??? ugh. i like when worlds collide tho ajskahsk top tier. hehe ramona and apritello brain go brrr.

anyway sorry for my weird rant lol. thanks for the ask ^^

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theshiningprofessor-fir · 2 years ago

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Hello! Figured it was about time I did one of these :]

1. Johto! Ecruteak City specifically

2. Alomomola! 🐠🐠

3. I have! I visit Sinnoh on occasion to visit friends and for research, but I mainly go back and forth between Unova and Johto to visit my mother 💖

4. I'd love to visit Ancient Sinnoh/Hisui! I'd also love to revisit Alola sometime; revisit Little Johto there 🥰

5. I'll consider Johto to be my home region, as I spent my childhood there; I used to be terrified of Ho-Oh striking me down as a child. No clue why. Especially because Raikou frequented our practical backyard. A much more realistic threat. 😅

6. I've always been intrigued by stories of Unovas great dragon (and heartbroken that Kyruem is often left out of the legend)! Now that all three have been revived, I wonder if they'll ever return to their joined form in my lifetime 🤔

7. OHHH id love to have a Dark type gym!! that shows of the gorgeous Shiny colors of Dark types... With my shiny Absol, Abigail, as the star of the show.... 🤩 Perhaps the challenge would not just be to beat me in battle but to spot the difference between some very similar shiny/non-shiny pairs, such as Gengar and Garchomp 🤔🤔

8. I prefer to battle for fun! I tend to shake uncontrollably under pressure, even if I don't actively feel nervous. Competitive just isn't meant for me, I think.😅

9. If anything, I obsess over type advantages and move coverage! A team that covers each others blind spots and vulnerabilities is an unshakable one! 🤩💕

10. I'm a bit biased (living in Unova) but Champion Iris always puts on an astonishing performance! You can really tell that she's perfectly in sync with her mons, and loves them dearly. Same goes to Champion Cynthia!

11. Favorite Gym Leader is probably Roxie or Morty! Roxie brings a contagious energy to both the stage AND the battlefield, and a great sense of style to boot! (I once caught her pick during a concert). Morty was just starting out as gym leader when I was a kid, and growing up in the town he watched over was some of the best days of my life! Ghost, Poison, and Dark pokémon all get such an unfair bad rap! 🤬🤬🤬

12. Can't stand Whitney of the Johto circuit. Something about her just gets on my nerves, and she's a sore loser to boot. And her Miltank is terrifying.😰

13. Overall decent. A little disappointed that Johto has to share a League with Kanto, but whatever. I don't have a particularly strong opinion about it.

14. Apparently a Revavroom got loose in the Nimbasa Battle Subway and had been trying to race the trains :/

15. My knee-jerk reaction is to say Absol, as it's my species of choice, but I think a Dartrix or even a Midday Lycanroc would also work!

16. Love the smooth, cool-to-the-touch feeling of a Moon Stone. The divots and craters are very satisfying to stim with during long lectures. 🌜

17. Ah, I don't decorate mine much. My father's old Braviary, Birdie, has a pokéball carved with my father's name, from back when he was a teen. I prefer to use Quick Balls (good for capturing surprise shinies), but Luxury Balls are what I prefer to keep long-term or permanent catches in. :] Quick Balls are great for catch and release!

18. Oh no they're quite distinct! You can see this very obviously in how they respectively interact with Flying types.

19. They are distinct as well. Unlike Rock/Ground though, they're distinct in how the pokémon within those types present. What would you propose we call the combined group if we lumped them together? "Grass and also bugs"? In the same vein as Rock/Ground, however, look at how they interact with Psychic types.

20. They are quite similar, but looking at Fire (particularly magma) and Rock, two separate types are allowed to be formed from different states of the same matter. Is Ice just frozen Water? Yes. In the same way magma is just liquid rock. And again, they have different interactions with, say, Dragon.

21. My Zorua, Arkham, has a little blue handkerchief he likes to wear! Abigail has a beautiful necklace with Absolite on it my mother gifted her (I don't use mega evolution, I don't like putting my pokémon under that kind of stress), and my Gyarados, Ruby, has a saddle that she actually loves to wear; she'll throw a tantrum if she's decided we haven't done enough riding for the day! ...Which is uh. Very dangerous.

22. Arkham handkerchief was actually part of an old blanket he used to drag around as a baby! Again, Ruby loves her saddle. And King (my Emboar) has an obsession with a pink prop umbrella we got from the Pokémon Musical in Nimbasa 🥺 it's so cute

23. Occasionally! King and Ruby usually take the lead, with Abigail as support if I'm challenged to a triple or rotation battle. Arkham is not battle trained (he's more of a lap mon, or perhaps an annoying toddler) (/affectionate), and Birdie is a bit too old to battle much these days haha

24. I would of course enter Abigail in a Beauty contest because of course she would immediately win... Even if she hadn't been eating dry poffins since she hatched

25. Most of my pokémon, including myself, love Sweet food! Ruby loves Pecha berries, and we'll often share one beside the Charizard Bridge. Abigail prefers Dry food, and Arkham will steal any and all Spicy berries, even from directly under King's nose! 🤣

26. Curry... Galar food got exactly one thing right

27. My first pokémon was King (a Tepig then), whom my father sent over to Johto from where he was staying in Unova for work! I guess it was sort of a way to convince me to spend the summer in Unova before heading out on my journey haha... King and I have been together since I was 10! (I've known Birdie all my life, but he didn't come into my care until my father passed away)

28. Arkham, my Zorua! I adopted him from a rescue shelter, where they'd had a huge egg bust recently. He has 1,004 siblings! Some trainer had been hatching for IVs or something, and had been leaving the eggs in an abandoned barn out near Striaton. A hiker came across the board and notified the authorities; it was all over the news a few months ago. So uh... If you see a lot more Zorua around that's probably why.

29. Dark types for the win!

30. I'm not particularly fond of Psychic types (often they creep me out) but I certainly don't feel any ill will towards them. It's not their fault they have unnerving psychic powers.

31. Hmm... Probably the original Red Gyarados from the TV show I used to watch back in the day. I'd love to meet her!

32. Well, since I'm all about encountering Shiny pokémon, I'll leave those out! Besides encountering Raikou in my youth, I've also had a run-in with what I believe was Cresselia while on a solo Bridge Tour of Unova, haha!

33. Ruby was the most difficult by far. Joined the Magikarp/Gyarados Fanclub of Unova (MGFU) for tips and preparing for her evolution, and even then it took years! Doesn't help that every Magikarp is different lol

34. A shiny Chewtle that came into my care the other day was doing some training and nearly evolved, and the poor thing was so shaken up after... I ordered an Everstone on Ama-zong 🔔 (is that how you spell it??) right away for the lil guy

35. Surprisingly, no! Even Ruby has been an angel after evolving; her tantrums, although still dangerous, are more pout-y or annoyed than angry.

36. Arkham for sure. As I mentioned earlier, he didn't exactly come from the most loving beginnings; he didn't even have any Zoroark watching over him and the other pups and eggs. It took a lot of late nights, patience, and cheri berries to get him to warm up to me. Abigail was a big help, and often curled up next to Arkham to help him sleep 🥺💖💕

37. Not particularly...? I do like the idea of naming pokémon after their final evolution, or just naming them a simple nickname derived from their species name. A little boring, i guess. 😅

38. Meowth 💀 surely, you'd think, a pokémon who's signature move literally generates money would be more rare, right? Wrong. They're incredibly adaptive and are found nearly everywhere that humans have built cities. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a Meowth variant of every Type at this point.

39. I technically have 8 badges? Four from Johto, four from Unova... My favorite, though, is the Fog Badge. Felt... Important; going back to my hometown and finally taking on the gym leader i'd admired from afar since childhood felt particularly special :]

40. I love Abigail's fluffy coat! I brush it every day, twice a day (once in the morning and once before bed), and always after battles. She loves to be pampered and purrs so enthusiastically that she'll often drool! Very silly. Love my baby girl!!! 💕✨

Phew! That was a lot! If you read this far, thanks a lot! Hope to see you around!

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What type of food do your Pokémon prefer? What flavors?

Pokéblocks, Poké Puffs, Poffins, Poké Beans, Curry, or Sandwiches?

Who was your first Pokémon? How did you get them? How long have you had them?

What is your most recently obtained Pokémon?

What is your favorite Pokémon type?

What is your least favorite Pokémon type?

If you could have any Pokémon in the world to add to your team, what Pokémon would it be?

Have you encountered any rare or unusual Pokémon?

Have any of your Pokémon evolved? If so, what was in your opinion the most difficult one to evolve?

Do you have a Pokémon that refuses to evolve?

Did any of your Pokémon have temperament issues when they first evolved? How did you handle it?

Which Pokémon took you the longest to bond with?

Do you have a naming convention for your Pokémon?

What Pokémon did you grow up thinking was rare only to find out they’re common elsewhere?

Do you and your Pokémon have any badges or contest ribbons? Which one are you most proud of?

Favorite thing about your partner Pokémon?

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pc-9800 · 2 years ago

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My Splatoon AU/HC Part 1

Ye back in the olde days of having barely any lore to work off of, I created an entirely self-contained universe of my own crazy lore and AU elements. Now I still keep at it despite canon actually having defined lore now but ehh...

I used to be way too shy to share it but I’ve been seeing people share similar ideas lately, as their own AUs or such, so I wanna get my thoughts out there as well!

Most of my stuff are from early Splatoon 1 days and I’ve just been developing them silently from there. Besides the salmon stuff, obviously.

Probably the biggest crazy delusion: alien Octarians. It came from Splatoon 1 having a heavy space theming, Octarians and Inklings writing about each other in the secret scrolls like they had barely any concept of what the others were, the scrolls about information sent into space, and just the heavy War of the Worlds type aesthetic they had in 1. If you weren’t there for it, well it wasn’t even my own personal thought, it was a fringe theory going around with Octarian fans. Here’s a comic based on the idea, for example.

Now uh, obviously this has been disproven for awhile but does that make me want to give up the AU? No. Actually I could probably write a whole essay on my thoughts on Octarians based on this AU but I will spare everyone. To make it more canon based, I can just say “well the octopi evolved in the desolate wasteland areas of Earth so they’re a lot different than everyone else and isolated in that way.” ...But I like my aliens, so I still use them like that sometimes.

(Splatoon 3 encouraged my AU, as my idea for it was that humanity tried terraforming other planets and moving animals to these planets before the extinction. And well, at least part of that is canon?!)

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Another idea, that’s less a lore-defying AU and more just a personal thing I made was the Alcack Organization. Why they’re called this is lost to old Skype logs that I no longer have. They’re basically a gang-like organization that develops modified weapons. For example, the leader is Alihan who runs an E-liter 3K that has the approximate charge time of a Bamboozler. Naturally, such a weapon is highly dangerous to use, as you could probably take too much ink from yourself and hurt yourself or worse. But that’s the idea, being more risky in order to get higher reward.

They ran a trade organization with the Octarians, who supplied them with the epic tech (and engineers) to make such weapons possible. In return, the Octarians got surface goods they couldn’t get on their own. This organization was the central point for a lot of my Splatoon 1 OCs :-P

The third one I’ll get into for now is my Salmonlings. I wanted Salmonlings, but I didn’t want to take away from the existing Salmonid, as I really like them but liked the idea of Salmonlings so I was going back and forth on the idea... But Splatoon 3s Liquid Crystals(TM) gave me an idea. See, in real life, different salmon exist in different waterways, some even become trapped in certain areas and just adapt. So what if the Salmonlings were the species of salmon that got infected with the Liquid Crystals in that area of the ocean, while the Salmonid were the rest of the salmon species that just uh, evolved relatively normally.

That way, the Salmonlings would have the more human appearance and traits (such as not wanting to be killed and eaten, presumably), while still being apart of the same species lineage as the Salmonid. I pictured them being a pretty protective and secretive group who were exclusively allied with the Salmonid and didn’t trust any other outsiders, hence why they’d be relatively unseen in the greater world.

If you actually read this, holy shit congrats and thank you.

#txt #i dont necessarily want this in the main tag but i also want it tagged on my blog...#well i'll assume no one will see it anyways #splatoon #as for how early I started developing my main ocs - their first refs still have level 20 and A+ as the top tier LMAO #oc

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marvelsswansong · 2 years ago

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total mystery

summary: The new mystery on the block isn’t a new supernatural entity or government scientists. But rather the fact that somehow, the preppy, popular, cheer co-captain and class president of Hawkins High is dating Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson: repeat senior and leader of the Hellfire Club.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, everyone at Hawkins High (1) simps for you and (2) cannot believe their eyes and ears lol, pure fluff, typical opposites attract romance, Steve and Robin banter, Jason slander, humor, one OC named Carl, Eddie just being really goddamn in love to the point it's sickening

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a/n: the chokehold this man has over all of us... I get it now. Also I changed some stuff from the show to fit the story so please overlook any discrepancies!!! also i feel like i wrote too many kisses i'm sorry if that's annoying haha

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

“Did you hear?” Robin doesn’t even bother to greet Steve, seemingly out of breath and frazzled as she slides behind the counter of Family Video. Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Steve frowns and shakes his head sideways.

“Hear what?”

Robin grins mischeviously, looking side to side before leaning over to whisper.

“Apparently, (Y/n) (L/n) is dating Eddie Munson.”

Steve almost chokes on the can of diet coke he’s drinking, the carbonated liquid burning his throat as he coughs repeatedly to catch his breath. Robin looks way too amused for her own good, simply swinging her legs off of the counter as she adjusts her name tag onto her shirt. He has no idea how she can be so casual about it all, when Steve's eyes are almost bugging out of their sockets.

“THE (Y/n)? Like, co-captain of the cheer team, student president for two years in a row, only wears dresses and skirts to school every day (Y/n)?”

Robins rolls her eyes at her best friend’s dramatic reaction.

“Obviously. Do you know any other girls at Hawkins High with her exact name?”

Steve was suddenly grateful that today was a slow day - there was an eldery couple at the back looking through the historical fiction section and a young son and his mother lazily flicking through the new arrivals section, but otherwise the store was quite empty. Giving him a perfect excuse to press Robin for more information on this salacious rumor.

“Where did you even hear this?"

Robin shrugs, sliding off the counter to begin sorting through the cash register.

“Had to take a bus here and a group of juniors happened to be sitting in front of me. It’s all they could talk about for the entire twenty minute ride.”

Steve suppresses an eye roll at her response, turning sideways to glare at the busy brunette.

“Oh come on, then you CAN’T take the rumor seriously. People gossip all the time at Hawkins High! Most likely, someone saw them interacting in a very innocent manner - like running into each other in the hallway - and spun a romantic story out of it to fill their boredom.”

Robin clicks her tongue, shrugging her shoulders once more before closing the register and looking up at him with a sigh.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Steve. It’s just what I heard. And…” she pauses, chuckling. “In a weird way, I can kind of see it happening.”

“You’re completely out of your mind, Buckley.” Steve counters, confident that she's wrong.

“Yeah? How much you willing to bet for it?” Robin has a gut feeling that she’s right, and she’ll never pass up a chance to (a) prove Steve Harrington wrong and (b) make some money from it. Luckily, Steve seems to take the bait, straightening up at her proposal.

“Please, I’m confident enough to bet you $20 out the gate.”

“$20?! You’re-”

Then as fate would have it, the front door swings open and you enter the store, your white tweed jacket and matching skirt a sore contrast to the bright blue and red neon color palette of the store. Clutching a small leather handbag over your left shoulder, you seem a bit lost on where to start, before you make your way over to the new arrivals section. Steve hasn’t really seen you since his graduation a year ago - he was always aware of you, and the two of you did share some mutual friends - but he’d never really taken the time to get to know you.

But now, staring at you from the counter, Steven wishes he had made the effort to at least befriend you. He's watching in awe as your perfectly manicured nails tap alongside the cover of a random action movie, your bright eyes squinting at the title before turning it over to examine another tape. The neon glow from the signs above seem to illuminate your face perfectly, exposing your soft blush and sticky lipgloss, your lips parting ever so slightly to sound out the movie titles.

“Oy.” Robin then elbows him on the side, causing Steve to wince in mock pain. “Stop ogling at her. I know she’s hot, but she’s taken, remember?”

Steve glares at her response, before rolling up his sleeves and stretching his neck.

“Yeah right. Anyways. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go help our new… customer.”

Robin attempts to stop him but now there’s a line of previous customers at the checkout counter, effectively pinning her to behind the cash register. But then she spots Eddie’s van pull up in the parking lot outside, and suddenly that didn't seem so bad. Oh, this was going to be so interesting for her to watch.

You’re stuck trying to decide between two movies - Footloose and Sixteen Candles - when Steve casually strolls up next to you, flipping on his boyish charm. You sense someone else’s presence behind you and turn around to see Steve Harrington, pointing at the two selections you’re holding with a smile on his face.

“They’re both really good picks, but I prefer Footloose. It’s the perfect mix of comedy and drama. Plus you can’t go wrong with Kevin Bacon dancing to rock music in a town where it’s illegal.”

His comment makes you giggle - a light, melodic sound that makes Steve's whole body buzz with warmth.

“Thanks, Steve. Good to see you here, I haven’t seen you around since-”

“Since graduation, yeah. You’re almost there too, huh?” he teases, and you shift nervously on your feet.

“Oh yeah, senior year and all! I can’t believe my four years are coming to an end. It feels like just yesterday that I was a freshman, starting out in Hawkins as the new kid with zero friends. I’m so glad I’m not a freshman anymore.” you laugh nervously.

“I’m glad you’re not a freshman anymore, either.” Steve offers, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that?” you hum, amused. Steve's grin widens as he prepares his next sentence.

“Cause now that you’re no longer a freshman, I can ask you-”

But Steve doesn't get to finish his sentence when two strong arms suddenly wrap around your waist, accompanied by a voice whispering “boo” into your ears. You jump at the sudden contact and noise, before realization dawns on you and you turn around to face Eddie, a semi-frown etched on your face.

“You jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack.” you smack him in the chest with your bag lightly, causing him to double over in laughter.

“I’m sorry, princess. But you’re just too fun to tease.”

Princess.

Steve’s blood runs ice cold at the nickname, as his eyes do a double take at the sight of you two together. His gaze follows as Eddie wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you right up against him as the metalhead takes out one of the movies from your hands and inspects it in the light.

“Sixteen Candles, huh? I know I said you could pick the movie this time but you’re really killing me with these choices, angel.”

“Oh actually, Steve recommended Footloose so I think we should rent that one!” you excitedly respond, linking your fingers with his.

“Sounds good to me. Can we check this one out?” Eddie asks politely, as Steve blinks wordlessly for a few moments. He’s shell shocked, embarrassed and confused as he forces himself to nod, trodding up to the counter and practically shoving Robin to the side to scan the damn VHS.

“Hi Robin!” you greet the girl at the counter with a wide smile, as her eyes light up.

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I do! One of my big campaigns last year was to increase the budget for our school’s band. You're amazing, by the way."

The two of you engage in light dialogue, but it all falls on deaf ears for Steve. Quickly completing the transaction and giving Eddie a forced grin, he watches as Eddie links his fingers with yours again, walking you away from the counter.

“Oh, wait!” you pause in your tracks, turning around to look at Steve. “Steve, you wanted to ask me something?”

The silence in the store is almost painful, with you looking at Steve with such innocence and wonder, Robin (badly) stifling her laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s ears going pink with embarrassment.

“No, it’s uh, it’s nothing! It was about student government but I can just ask someone else in the committee.”

You frown at his response, concerned.

“Are you sure? You can ask me right now!”

God, Steve wishes there was a hole he could dive under right now because the embarrassment is becoming almost unbearable.

“Yeah I’m sure.”

You give him another dazzling smile, bidding him and Robin goodbye, before the door closes behind you and Eddie, your laughter ringing in Steve's ears as Eddie impatiently pulls you towards his car. Steve can basically feel Robin’s gaze burning into his back as he turns around, dejected and mortified. Robin opens her mouth to tease him, but Steve quickly holds his hand up to stop his best friend from speaking.

“I know, I know. That was pathetic.”

“And I was right.” Robin smugly adds. “About (Y/n) and Eddie.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Robin lets a few moments of silence pass before she pokes him on the side.

“So, about the $20….”

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“The two of them together? No fucking way.” Jason put out the lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leanged against the metal railings of the Starcourt Mall, glaring at his teammate, Carl, who had just said that he had seen you and Eddie making out behind the bleachers last Friday. “(Y/n) is like, one of the hottest girls in school. Why the hell would she settle for a freak like him?”

“Beats me, man. Maybe it was just a one time thing?” Carl weakly offers, shrugging his shoulders. Jason doesn’t seem very satisfied at his friend’s answer, craning his neck and looking over the side of the railings. The mall is as busy as it gets on a Saturday like today, with families, couples and friend groups pushing against each other from store to store.

“I’ll see it when I believe it.” Jason puffs out his chest in annoyance, his tone laced with a twinge of anger and animosity that intrigues Carl.

“You have something against her or something?”

As soon as the question leaves Carl’s mouth, he remembers - last week’s party, by Chrissy’s pool house. Jason had strolled up to you with a drink in hand before asking you out, which you had flat out declined in front of basically the whole basketball team. It seemed as if the memory is also suddenly in Jason’s mind as the blonde rolls his eyes and shoves past his friend, swearing under his breath.

“You know damn well I don’t. Just shut the fuck up, okay? Let's just get some food."

His tone is decisive and Carl knows better than to push the blonde's temper any further.

“Sure.”

The two of them don’t speak whilst walking towards the food court, the distant sound of muffled conversations and music from stores filling the air. Jason is taking his time to look around, comparing his options, when he hears your unmistakable laughter from the end of the hall. He tears his gaze away from the booth, only to see you perched on Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson’s lap, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream as his ring clad fingers brush against your exposed knees.

The sight makes the jock feel sick with anger and jealousy, and suddenly he’s glad that the mall is bustling with people. Through the crowds and crowds of strangers, the two of you seem blissfully unaware of the star basketball player’s envious gaze, too caught up in each other’s presence to notice anything else but each other. Then you kiss Eddie’s cheek, whispering something in his ears before leaving the ice cream cup in his hands to walk off somewhere.

Ignoring Carl’s protests to just “leave them alone”, Jason finds himself strolling up to his enemy, Jason's steps forceful and hurried. Eddie’s smile falters ever so slightly when he looks up at who’s suddenly standing in front of him, before an amused smirk appears on his face.

“Jason. What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor, my good sir?” his voice is dripping with sarcasm and more than ever, Jason wants to smack the damn expression off of his face.

“Cut the shit, Munson. What the fuck are you doing with (Y/n)?” Jason aggressively questions.

“I was kissing her, duh.” Eddie responds as a matter-of-factedly, enjoying being able to tease the jock. It’s not often that Eddie has the true upper hand, actual power over someone like Jason - so he’s relishing in it now, watching the basketball player’s confident facade crumble like chalk as his chest heaves in angry breaths.

“I know that, jackass. I’m asking what the fuck you’re doing kissing HER.” the blonde presses, but Eddie simply leans back against the table nonchalantly, totally unbothered.

“She’s my girlfriend, buddy. What else would we be doing? Because if you’re worried that's all we do-” Eddie pauses, before leaning forward with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “No need. We do a lot more, if you get what I mean.”

Jason’s hands flare upwards to land a punch on Eddie's face but Carl beats the blonde to it, wrapping a hand on Jason’s wrist and tugging his friend backwards.

“He’s not worth it, dude. Besides, your mom said you’d be grounded if you got arrested for assault one more time.”

Jason stares straightforward at Eddie Munson with nothing but hatred in his heart, whilst the metalhead looks proud and relaxed, amused at how everything has played out. Shoving his teammate off, Jason straightens up, brushing his varsity jacket sleeves with his hands before pointing a finger in Eddie’s face.

“This is far from over, Munson.”

“Cool.”

Eddie’s more than aware that Jason is still staring at the two of you from across the dining hall, ignoring Carl’s attempts at conversation, and it’s what propels Eddie to do what he does when you return from the bathroom.

“I’m back!” you sing, sitting back down onto Eddie’s lap. You notice that Eddie's expression is now different, still sweet but something a bit sinister in his eyes, and it makes you tilt your head in confusion. “Anything happen while I’m gone?”

Eddie looks at your face, brushing your cheeks with his left hand, whilst his right hand rests on your upper thigh. He thanks whatever gods are up there that you’ve chosen to wear his favorite black dress today, cinched in at the waist with a belt, the fabric soft and the length just above your knees. Placing the ice cream to the side, he brings your face down for a hungry kiss, the taste of chocolate and raspberry still lingering on your lips. The knowledge that the smug blonde asshole - Jason Carver - is watching with seething jealousy across the hall makes it all the more satisfying when you eagerly return the kiss, Eddie’s left hand raising to pull you in closer by your neck.

After a few heated moments Eddie leans back and you let out a few breaths, frazzled and dazed at your boyfriend’s sudden affection.

“I’m definitely not complaining but… what was that for, Eds?”

Eddie decides not to give Jason the satisfaction of looking over at him, instead opting to lace his fingers with yours and gaze at you lovingly.

“Can’t I just kiss my beautiful girlfriend because I want to?”

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“And now, we have entered into the mystical lands of fa- Hello? Are any of you listening?” Eddie waves a hand in front of the freshmen boys' faces, noticing that their minds seem to be somewhere else. They sit there, unmoving, before Mike whispers something to Lucas, who in turn elbows Dustin.

“Right. Uh, we have a question for you. That's non D&D related.” he awkwardly starts to ask, causing Eddie to sigh.

“We’re in the middle of a campaign.” Eddie pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We know, we know, but it’s important.” Dustin insists, and Eddie can’t help but comply: he does have a soft spot for these kids, after all.

“Alright then.” Eddie sits himself down on a spare plastic chair facing the kids. “What is it?”

A moment of silence passes before Dustin blurts out the question that's been plaguging his and his friends' minds for the past few days.

“Can you give us tips on how to pick up girls?”

The question makes Eddie laugh, his head thrown backwards as a loud laugh rips through his throat, before his smile is wiped off by the serious looks on the kids’ faces.

“Oh, you’re being serious? Seriously? Why the hell would you ask me of all people that?”

“Because we heard-” Mike starts, only to be shot a warning glare by Lucas that makes him shut up. That catches Eddie’s attention, pointing the end of his ruler to Mike.

“No. What is it? Speak.”

“We heard that you’re dating (Y/n). Like, cheer co-captain and class president (Y/n).”

The mention of your name makes his heart warm and it’s hard to fight off the smile from rising onto his face.

“You heard right, Wheeler.”

The boys’ eyes light up at the admission before they all start speaking at once, clearly excited.

“Wait, really? I thought it was just Hawkins gossip.” “I knew it! I called it beforehand, honestly.” “So that’s why we want to know how you did it!”

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Eddie shakes his head sideways at the freshmen boys’ antics.

“Look kiddos, I’m flattered that you’d want my advice on dating but I really don’t have much to tell you.”

Lucas groans at that.

“Oh, come on! There has to be something you said or did to land a girlfriend like (Y/n)! Tell us, please?”

The conversation is then interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at the door, before the door swings open to reveal you smiling sheepishly behind it. On your left hand you’re holding what looks to be Eddie’s beloved roleplaying notebook as you walk over and kiss Eddie on the cheek. You quickly realize that you’ve walked in on a fully active campaign, turning to look at three young freshman boys practically gawking at the sight of you being affectionate with Eddie.

“Oh. Hi there. I’m-”

“(Y/n) (L/n).” Dustin finishes for you, and you laugh. Eddie squints his eyes at the boys, clearly noticing the infatuation glazing over their eyes. It makes him pull you down onto his lap, resting his head on your shoulder as you laugh - you know that’s code for ‘I’m jealous, please give me attention.’

“That’s right. And you three must be-”

“Dustin.”

“Lucas.”

“Mike.”

The three of them seem to be really good friends, you note, almost in sync with the way they introduce themselves and fumble to straighten up their posture in your presence. It’s incredibly adorable, and you can easily see why Eddie is so protective and taken with them.

“Nice to meet you all. I’m so sorry for interrupting your game, I just noticed that Eddie left this behind in PreCalc and wanted to return it to him-”

“It’s fine, princess. Actually you have impeccable timing, because these three boys wanted to know how I managed to land myself a girl like you.” Eddie says, rubbing circles into your left palm.

You laugh at Eddie's comment, before you see that Dustin, Lucas and Mike have leaned over to hear your response, completely serious expression on their faces.

“Oh. You guys genuinely want to know?” you're surprised.

The young boys all nod empathetically, and you casually look over at your boyfriend, who is smiling down at you mischievously.

“Well go on, baby. Tell them how I won a girl like you over.”

“Okay. Um… Eddie didn’t really have to do anything to win me over. I fell for him because he's... him. He’s charming, kind and funny. He’s passionate about music and protecting his friends. He’s wholly and unapologetically himself in an environment that tries to sap any kind of authenticity from you. If anything, I don’t know how I was so lucky enough to land a boyfriend like Eddie.” you finish, looking back at the senior with a soft smile on your face. Eddie's secretly getting choked up at your kind words but masking it behind a boyish smirk, shifting you on his lap.

“Aw, all those nice things and you didn’t even mention my devilishly handsome looks!” he complains.

You roll your eyes at his antics before looking back at the three boys.

“Yes, that too. It helped that Eddie is a good looking man. There. You happy?”

Eddie swears he can see the whole universe in your eyes. He never wants to stop looking into them.

“With you? Always.”

The boys collectively groan in disgust when Eddie pulls you down for a swift kiss, with Lucas loudly yelling that he was going to throw up. Eddie tells them to shut up as you stifle a laugh, quickly getting up and re-adjusting the varsity jacket on your shoulder.

“I should get going. I slipped out of a student council meeting to come down here to give Eddie the notebook. Are we still on for tonight?” you ask Eddie, who nods in response.

“Of course.”

The room’s still masked in stunned silence when you wave the boys goodbye and disappear into the hallway, the rest of the D&D game long forgotten in their minds. Eddie waves his hands in front of their faces again, exasperated at their lack of focus.

“Oi, freshmen! Can we get back to the game now?”

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Eddie swears the only quiet moments with you in this bustling, nosy town is in his bedroom. You’re laying against his chest, your body laying between his legs as he gently attempts you teach you the first few notes of his new song. Your skirt’s bunched up to your thighs and your frilly socks are rubbing against his bare legs, your cute giggles escaping every so often when he compliments you on getting a note right by kissing your face.

The sun’s started to set, bathing the trailer in red and orange glow, and he swears you look practically angelic in this light. Hair frayed around your face, your lower teeth biting your lips in concentration, your delicate fingers thrumming lightly against the guitar. With every shift against Eddie, your cardigan falls down to expose your shoulder and Eddie resists the urge to mark you up right then and there.

Noticing that he’s stopped instructing you on what to do, you stop playing, looking up at him with curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

God, Eddie thinks, the kids were right. He has no idea how he has landed someone like you.

“Everything’s perfect, princess. Just… a lot of thoughts are in my head at the moment.”

You frown at his response, setting the guitar to the side before pulling back to face Eddie.

“Is it about all the Hawkins students getting on your ass about us dating? I’m really sorry, I tried to do some gossip patrol today but people really like talking and drama and-”

“No, no, it’s fine.” he assures you, placing two warm hands on your face. “I get why people talk. I mean me, Eddie Munson. Freak of the school, best known for supposedly devil worshipping and not being able to pass senior year. Getting to kiss and hold hands with you, miss co-captain and class president? Of course people would wanna talk."

Your expression softens at his admission.

“Well… you know what they say, opposites attract.” you tease, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. This time, your lips taste like cherry - he figures you must’ve been applying cherry chapstick whilst he was in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He’s hungry for more, never satisfied with just one kiss as he pulls you back onto him once more.

“I guess they do.”

The entire school doesn’t understand how you two are dating. Eddie isn’t quite sure why either. But he’s more than happy to let it be a mystery - so long as he gets to continue to hold onto you like this.

-> a/n: I hope we get to see a lot more from him in the show in vol 2 and onwards! Anyways, I really hope y'all enjoyed it: please let me know if you did and if you'd like me to write more in this fandom by liking/commenting/reblogging and what not.

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

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guess-my-next-obsession · 3 years ago

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King and Queen in the North

Chapter Seven: The Night Is Dark

pairing: robb stark x fem!reader

warnings: angst, violence, death, normal GoT stuff

words: 2,711

a/n: this is obviously an AU so my plotline will vary from the books and TV series, but i’m trying to stay as true to the timeline/characters as possible!!

“W-water��” You croaked out as you came to, your body leaned against a tree stump while your captor sat beside a fire. He turned to you and scoffed before turning back to the red glow. “Please, I’m no use dead.”

“You’re no use regardless.” He took a gulp of water, allowing it to spill from the sides of his mouth as he taunted you. You swallowed the dryness in your throat and looked down at your shoulder, the arrow removed and a bandage covering the wound. “Truthfully, the arrow was meant for the Young Wolf.”

“So you’re just a bad shot.” You grumbled, hearing the leaves crinkle as he stood up and walked to you. You opened your eyes and looked at him as he squatted in front of you, his eyes full of anger as he took another large gulp of his water. You felt your mouth try to salivate as you watched him drink and drink until there was no more left. “He’s coming for you, you know?”

“And what’s he doing that for? To collect your body?” He reached out and stroked your face with a wicked grin, your body tensing as he made contact with you. “Or perhaps Lord Tywin would like to kill you himself.”

“Either way, I’m dead, it seems.” You watched as he shook his head and chuckled before whipping his hand back across your face. The sting was nothing compared to the pain you felt knowing that Robb would likely never see you again.

“I will cut you from scalp to cunt if you—“ A crinkle in the bushes stole your attention away from his mediocre threat, the two of you going silent as you listened to the footsteps. “Who’s there?”

A warrior in an eye-patch appeared from the bushes, his sword lit up with flames as he slowly approached. You captor looked terrified as he listened to three more pairs of feet start to enclose on him. You hadn’t recognized the leader until he spoke, but once you did, you couldn’t control the grin that spread across your dirt-covered face.

“I am Beric Dondarrion, Lord of the Blackhaven and servant of the Lord of Light.” He started, stepping towards the now quivering young man as he crawled away from you. Lord Beric turned to you, studying your current state. “And who might this young lady be?”

“I am Y/N Stonehouse…of Storm’s End.” You breathed out through your pain, watching as Beric gave you a slight smile, nodding his head. In a moment, he had lunged forward and sliced through the Lannister soldier, lighting his body aflame. You gasped at the sight of the man burning only feet away from you, but weren’t strong enough to move away.

“Come, my dear. The Night is dark, and unfortunately for all of us, it is full of terrors.” Lord Beric helped you to your feet, your legs wobbly as you limped over to his horse. The rest of his group had fully made themselves known, pillaging and looting what was left of the soldier.

“Who are they?” You asked as Lord Beric handed you his water. You eagerly gulped the liquid as he looked to his comrades.

“We are the Brothers Without Banners.” Lord Beric stated simply, his hand reaching out to gesture at a man with a ponytail. “This is Thoros of Myr.”

“Do you plan on harming me, Thoros of Myr?” You asked as you wiped the water from your chin, making Beric laugh. Thoros chuckled and shook his head as he walked to you, one hand wrapped tightly around a bottle of Rum.

“Not unless you harm me first.” He gave you a wink as he held out his hand for you to shake. As you reached for his hand, a shooting pain went up your arm. You winced and clutched you wounded shoulder, brining their attention to it. “You were shot?”

“Yes,” You began unwrapping the bandage around your shoulder, your dress already torn at the sleeve. You sucked in a sharp breath as you looked at the open wound, not deep enough to kill you, but not shallow enough to ignore. “But I think it’ll heal if I tend to it.”

“It will.” Beric looked into the fire instead of at your injury, his one good eye glowing as he focused deeply on the flames.

“Have you men a spare horse?” You asked as Thoros offered to clean your wound, trying to ignore both the pain and Lord Beric’s odd fascination with the flames.

“And why would you need that?” Thoros asked as he m tore a new piece of cloth from your gown to bandage your wound with, making you gasp. After accepting that your dress was now completely sleeveless, you watched as he wrapped the wound before answering.

“I was traveling with…with Robb Stark and his mother when I was attacked.” The archer of the group splashed a bucket of river-water onto the now burnt corpse of the soldier as you spoke. You felt nothing as they kicked the ashy corpse into a bush, shocking yourself. You hadn’t realized you had become that desensitized to death. With a double blink, you shifted your eyes back to Thoros as he left you and walked to Beric by the campfire. “I’m sure he is out looking for me, but I’d like to be able to find him a bit sooner.”

“Well, my lady, I don’t have any good news for you.” Thoros shrugged and popped a piece of the meat from the roasting rabbit on the fire into his mouth as he looked up at you. “We only have the one horse, and the Lannister boy only had one horse. I’ve got 5 other men to think about.”

“Lord Beric,” You disregarded Thoros and pleaded with Beric, walking to where he sat on the log, his one eye red from glow of the flames. “You served Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark. Please, I have to go back to him.”

“I only serve the Lord of Light now, Lady Stonehouse.” Lord Beric turned to you and studied the horror on your face before shaking his head. He broke off a piece of his stolen bread and handed it to you. “Eat.”

“You simply refuse to help me get to where I need to be?” You asked, dumbfounded by the group. Beric turned to you again and gave you the tiniest hint of a smile.

“Who says that’s where you need to be?” His question would ring in your head even after you’d had set up camp and the group had fallen asleep. “Eat and rest. We leave at the first light of morning.”

As you laid on the cold mossy ground, you wondered what he saw deep in that fire, and you wondered why he refused to take you to Robb. You wondered and wondered until your brain had no more fight left in it, your eyes batting closed against your own will until you drifted into a deep sleep.

When you awoke, it was late into the morning. Thoros whistled as he saddled the new horse, causing you to spring up excitedly. You ignored the pain in your body and limped over to him, pointing at the brown animal.

“You said it was for your men.” You snapped and watched as he looked back and forth between you and the horse, feigning shock.

“Is that what I said?” He squinted at the animal before shrugging and going back to his previous task. You rolled your eyes and stomped back over to the log that Lord Beric sat on, sharpening his sword.

“I’m not sure why you’re keeping me as prisoner, but I need to get back to Robb—to the King.” You corrected yourself, but not before earning an eyebrow raise from the knight.

“You must be close with him, calling him by name.” He watched as you tried to hide your blush.

“We’ve been friends since childhood.” You avoided his eyes and sat down beside him.

“Have you ever heard of the Lord of Light, Lady Stonehouse?” He asked and you shook your head. “I used to spend my days fighting for kings, politicians, whoever I was told to, truthfully…until Ned Stark sent me off to hunt down The Mountain.”

“That was quite a while ago.” You listened carefully, finding something fascinating about his storytelling.

“It was.” He chuckled and nodded, sliding his sword back into it’s sheath. “I went out of respect for my King and respect for Ned Stark, even though I knew it would be my last battle. And that is precisely what happened, he lived and I died.”

“Died?” You squinted at him, watching as he laughed.

“Yes, died.” He stood and walked over to Thoros, patting him on the shoulder. “Until Thoros of Myr resurrected me.”

“That’s not possible—“ You shook your head as you looked at both of the men.

“And yet, here I am.” He gestured at himself. “It was Thoros who taught me about the Lord of Light, and once I saw…”

“Saw? Is that what you’re doing when you’re looking into the flames?” You had temporarily forgotten all about wanting to return to Robb, your curious mind captivated by the group of men you found myself rescued by.

“Aye.” He nodded and walked back to you, crouching in front of you. “The Lord of Light only shows me what I need to see, and last night…”

“Yes?” You asked hurriedly, searching his face.

“You have such purpose, Lady Stonehouse. But if you leave now, you will die.” You felt your chest lift and rise with ragged breaths, his words carrying such an intense weight. “It will be a journey, but I promise you…if you trust me, you will be with your King.”

“How long?” You asked, heart thumping.

“Only the Lord of Light knows.” He warned, studying you for a moment. “Is he not worth waiting for?”

***

Robb had searched all night and morning for you, finding himself deep in the woods with little left to eat and drink. He swung his sword against a tree as he realized he had no choice but to ride back to camp and leave you behind. He stood, his chest heaving and a tear falling from his eye as he listened to the faint rustling behind him. He quickly silenced his breaths and turned in the direction of the sound, holding his sword out.

“Who goes there?” He shouted in a commanding voice, eyes searching the trees and bushes for a glimpse of the intruder. After a second, a hesitant head peeled from around a giant tree-stump, big eyes looking at Robb. Robb felt his breath catch in his chest as the person showed themselves completely. “Arya?”

“Robb!” Robb ran to his youngest sister and lifted her into his arms, squeezing her so tight he feared he might have hurt her. He let her go and held her face in his hands, his eyes streaming with tears as he took in the sight of his long-lost sibling. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

“What are you doing here? I—I am so glad to see you, sister.” He pulled her back into a hug while two boys appeared behind her. Robb tensed, but Arya shook her head.

“They’re my friends.” She assured, leaving her brothers arms so that she could introduce the boys. Robb wiped his eyes and regained his intimidating demeanor, holding his hand out for the oldest looking one, his dark black hair and blue eyes making him stand out.

“Hello.” Robb greeted with a nod, shaking the hand of the young man.

“I’m Gendry, this is Hot-Pie.” Gendry gestured to a plump boy around Arya’s age, Robb’s lips flickering into a smile as he took in the timidity of his sisters companions.

“Hello, Gendry and Hot-Pie. I’m Arya’s brother, Robb Stark.” The boys exchanged intimidated looks, causing a chuckle to fall from Arya’s mouth. Robb looked back to his sister and gestured at the woods around them. “How did you end up here? Last I heard, the Lannister’s were promising your safety in Kings Landing.”

“I haven’t been in Kings Landing since…” Arya fell silent as the memory of her father being executed replayed. Robb’s jaw clenched as he filled with guilt, feeling as though he should have done something more to prevent their father’s death. “But I was smuggled out of the city by a man from the Nights Watch…as was Gendry and Hot-Pie.”

“Is Sansa—“ Robb asked, his heart sinking as he wondered if the Lannisters had been lying about Sansa’s presence as well.

“Sansa was there when they killed him, that’s all I know.” Arya mumbled as he searched through her brother’s saddle bag for bread, grabbing a loaf and splitting it between her and the boys. Robb watched with furrowed brows as the three kids scarfed their bread down, hardly remembering to chew as they swallowed. “Have you got any water?”

“I’ve only got a bit left, I’m afraid. But whatever I have, it’s yours.” Robb reached into the leather bag and pulled out his flask, handing it to his sister first. “Mother is going to be so happy to see you, Arya.”

“She’s alive?” She asked, almost as though she was afraid of the answer. Robb’s brows furrowed again as he nodded, trying to imagine what his youngest sister had been through since the start of the war.

“She’s riding for camp, as should we.” Robb sucked in a sharp breath, remembering his guilt at not being able to find you. Arya studied her brother’s grief stricken face and narrowed her eyes at him.

“What is it?” She asked, watching as Robb glanced at the boys, their interest peaked. “Can you two give us a moment?”

“Well, I wanna know too-“ Hot-Pie objected before being slapped on the back of the head by Gendry.

“Come on.” Gendry guided the boy out to the woods. “We’ll gather more firewood.”

“Thank you.” Robb nodded at him, impressed by the young man’s character so far.

“Robb,” Arya spoke again, her tone a bit pleading. Robb sighed and shrugged, a broken smile appearing on his pretty face.

“I lost someone…and I was trying to find her and save her, but…” He shook his head before allowing it to hang, Arya looking on sympathetically. It was strange for her to see her eldest sibling so open and vulnerable, only ever knowing him as a second father. But he seemed so torn up inside about his failure, it was almost as though he’d given up caring about how weak he appeared. He was weak, and couldn’t hide it if he tried.

“Then let’s find her.” Arya suggested after a moment of silence, causing her brother to look back up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“We have no food or water. They’re hunting me and anyone seen with me. We’re at war, I can’t just vanish.” He shook his head but his sister only rolled her eyes.

“How much did this person mean to you, brother? By the looks of it, they took half of your soul with you when they stole her…her?” Arya suddenly put the pieces together and broke into a grin. Robb looked away bashfully, attempting to appear stoic as he avoided his sisters stare. “Do you love her?”

“I think it shouldn’t matter. She was a person I was sworn to protect.” Arya giggled at her brother’s bashfulness, missing him so much more than she realized.

“So, let’s protect her then.” Arya’s childlike bravery made Robb smile, her keenness for adventure only growing as she aged. “Just one more day.”

“I wish I had your courage, little sister. We will search for one more day.” He nodded, glad that he had a member of his pack back. “Oh, I am so glad to have you back, Arya.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Robb.” She ran back into his arms, hugging him one last time in case she didn’t get the chance to again. “He would be so proud of you.”

“I…I hope so.” Robb croaked out, a lump in his throat from his sisters kind words. That was all he ever aimed to be, a man his father would be proud of.

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loriache · 6 months ago

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true true,you have to think that some people will bring livestock - though with few exceptions (such as nomadic peoples) their nominal leaders would probably attempt to make that as difficult as possible. What melini gains, the other kingdoms lose. Even if you're just talking sheep, that's wealth and taxes. I suppose I also just imagine the majority of people joining at least in the early stage would be those without a great deal of already established stability or wealth - in a way it would advantage laios and co if there was local instability (such as border conflict/war/ climate upheaval/changes in the behaviour of monsters) that could incentivise people who have enough wealth that they're bringing resources with them to join melini, because their local circumstances have destabilised. I mean, there are always younger sons or day labourers, but they won't usually have a herd of cows. They could sweeten the pot with especially the amount of land there is to farm or graze, but if you're doing alright, that's still a big risk... I think they could sweeten the pot enough to get people to take it! But then you would have the risk of kahka brud and whatever other cities and nations are on the roads potentially causing issues for travellers immigrating to melini. If there needs to be purchase of livestock it would ideally come from people with wealth who see this as an opportunity, rather than the crown (which I dont think would have a surplus of liquidity for quite a while)

you're right, senshi is the main reason that i was thinking literacy was more widespread. Since he's an outcast from a mining town I thought it seemed really odd he would know it, but we don't know his family background and at least two of his companions probably could have taught him. Idr their names but the gnome and the city/merchant dwarf. So it's possible it's at realistic levels for the approximate time period and social structure. That makes more sense to me. And you're right, given that they don't know when they'll disappear, recording the knowledge has to be a priority! Though I don't think the touden dad is actually a noble - I think he is effectively the bridge between the local lord and the village. I was curious if laios would actually qualify as a noble so I did a bit of reading on what "village chief/headman" entails, i should make a post about it. If it's the same structure present in a lot of European villages he's probably a rich peasant, probably one of if not the richest in the village, with certain entitlements conveyed by the hereditary status of headman. And we know he was educated and sent laios and Falin to schools, so them reading and being numerate tracks.

They'd obviously move to linen and wool, you're right, what am I mentioning cotton for! nonsense. But I really like the idea of them using a lot of monster pelts. It gives a distinct fashion/material culture and connects to laios' iconic pelt. And demi humans will probably bring more resources with them because they would be incentivised to uproot themselves even if they were well off, or to come in entire community groups, because of their improved status in melini.

I think Kabru's status as a political visionary and ideologue is less marked to a reader because most of the changes he wants are common sensical as soon as you grasp the basic political situation of the world. And he's certainly not alone in wanting to advocate for short lived people - as most people in that group with any amount of political awareness will want to adjust the balance of power in their favour. Chilchuck also agitates to that end, but he's thinking in more local terms. Whereas most leaders and politicians will be thinking of maintaining stability and gradually seizing power where options to do so open - like the Island Lord just bigger picture - Kabru isn't aligned with the interests of a nation state so he is able to think even bigger picture. Rather than about using power to get more power and stabilise what you have, about the way power can be used to achieve protection for other people like the child he was during the Utaya disaster, the people who died there, and then refugees or those effectively stateless like him afterwards, or Rin. Their welfare would not be a concern for very many tall-men leaders, because we are talking feudalism here! The land owning noble class, and to a lesser extent merchants and the wealthy, are who "matter" even within nations comprised almost only of short lived people. Even if not all of them would agree (elves for example) many a dwarven or tall man noble would probably consider themselves to have much more in common with each other than a tallman peasant or vagrant or an outcast dwarf. It's not the axis on which the series' examination of class and power turns so we don't see Kabru give much thought to it, but I don't think it's a distinction or a prioritisation he would respect whatsoever.

Kabru's uncompromising moral vision, his charisma, his unrelenting drive... he could really have become an actual revolutionary leader in different circumstances.

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floral-poisons · 3 years ago

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Hiya! May i request the Vice dorm leaders with a gn!s/o who doesn't care about themselves but cares hella for other people? They are someone extremely lovely, and dont care how far into the extreme they have to go to help someone? Thank you :)) (also ik ruggie isnt technically a vice dorm leader but could u add him in anyways?)

hey anon!! of course i can provide the request for you! and i’m pretty sure ruggie is technically a vice prefect? but regardless i include him in the group.

LILIA VANROUGE

lilia is familiar with the role of a caretaker. and because he’s been alive for so long, he understands the importance of relaxation and being able to take a break from the caretaker lifestyle.

something that you didn’t seem to understand.

“no lilia! you don’t understand! everything HAS TO BE PERFECT!” your breathing was shallow and your hands were shaking from the anxiety that was overwhelming your body.

“listen, i need you to relax a bit-”

“RELAX? RELAX! EVERYTHING IS A DISASTER!” you felt like you were about to cry.

“everything is not a disaster. and everything will go according to plan.”

“the flowers aren’t here! the kitchen is backed up-”

“and you need some fresh air.” lilia gently takes your hand. “come lets go outside.”

“no, no, no! i can’t go outside! going outside is a terrible idea because what if the flowers come while i’m outside!”

“silver’s got it. okay? so trust him.” he had to drag you outside for some fresh air but it was certainly a smart decision. your lungs suddenly felt a lot bigger when you were breathing fresh air. and your breathing became a lot calmer and deeper. “feel better.”

“a little...”

“you put way too much pressure on yourself to organize events and parties. you do a fabulous job, don’t get me wrong.” he sits on the railing. “but you do it too often. you need a break. i mean, you planned malleus’s birthday party, planned the mostro lounge’s rebrand opening, planned heartslabyul’s recent unbirthday. all within the span of three months. you need to take a breather.”

“oh but lilia you know i can’t.”

“yes you can. there’s nothing wrong with spending time by yourself. at this point, you’re working a lot harder than jamil.”

you look up at him. “i guess you’re right.”

“i am. i’ve been around for so long. so take the next month off or something.”

TREY CLOVER

you look up to see a plate with a slice of strawberry pie on the white plate. “what is this for?” you ask.

“well you’ve been busy basically revising and editing all of deuce and ace’s essays for the past three months. you need a break.” trey crosses his arms. “besides i made you your favorite. strawberry.”

“i know it’s my favorite. but why?”

“because you’ve been working nonstop. you’ve been staying up late.”

it was true that you’ve been staying up late since you’ve taken on helping your friends edit their papers. it was just how you worked. you worked a lot better at night than in the afternoon. but also that came at the detriment of your health and physical wellbeing.

you definitely ate a lot more instant food than usual.

“thank you trey. it smells really good.” you smile as he pours you a cup of tea. “and for taking care of me.”

“i’m used to it. plus you always took care of me when i was busy.” he smiles and sits next to you. “now let’s chat. how was your day?”

ROOK HUNT

rook empathizes with your desire to help and serve people. in fact, he’s the exact same way!

but what vil finds horrid is what he finds horrid. and what’s horrid is that you have been neglecting yourself in order to service others.

the one thing rook hates is just how you neglect yourself.

“your skin is beginning to become a little too dry.” rook tells you as you stir the liquid in the cauldron.

“oh it’s nothing.”

“have you been helping out early in the morning still?”

“yes! obviously!”

“that’s probably why.” rook sighs as he sprinkles in a pinch of powder, watching the liquid go from clear to a deep maroon color.

“rook, i don’t have time for myself.”

“nonsense! you can always have time for yourself!” rook pouts. “at least have a consistent day to day skincare routine so your skin isn’t dry and it looks like it’s about to start flaking off.”

you almost put your hand up to your face to touch it in response. “rook!” you never thought you’d hear your boyfriend say such a thing.

“i’m being honest (y/n). you need to take care of yourself. especially your skin! it’s the biggest organ you have and it does a lot for you! i have a morning cream you can use and a night cream you can use. it doesn’t require much other than applying it before you sleep and then when you wake up.”

“rook-”

“it’s not even a hindrance to your schedule either! which is perfect.” rook smiles. “i think a lot of people say this. but how are you supposed to take care of others when you can’t even take care of yourself?”

you open your mouth to speak and close it. “i guess you’re right.”

“of course i am! it doesn’t hurt to pamper yourself every once in a while too.” rook added a lizard tail into the cauldron and the liquid suddenly brightened up.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

ruggie has to pick up after leona all. the. time. he could never imagine picking up after someone willingly.

that just happens to be your specialty.

being the oldest meant you were shoved the responsibility of cleaning after your siblings and it also meant your feelings were never to be taken into consideration.

after all, if you showed the least bit emotion, you were gaslighted by your mom that you were “being selfish.”

“oh don’t worry! let me carry it for you!”

“here you can have some of our pixie powder. there’s enough for the both of us.”

“you can have the last grilled cheese. i wasn’t that hungry anyways.”

as your boyfriend, ruggie wasn’t having any of it.

“you know it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit selfish right?” ruggie says while hanging up leona’s laundry. you were also helping out.

“i...being selfish is bad!” you exclaim, your face notably flustered.

“why is it bad? are we really going to have this philosophical debate again?” ruggie looks at you as you’re trying to hang up leona’s lab coat.

“well...no. there are levels to selfishness.”

“and there are levels of selflessness that get you where you are: a pushover.”

“i am not a pushover!”

“you literally gave away your two point cards for the mostro lounge to a random savanaclaw student because they asked.” ruggie crossed his arms.

“i...well, i wasn’t going to use them anyways.”

“that is literally bullshit if it were a sentence. you have to learn how to say no. people are starting to pick up on the fact that you’re a pushover and because of that, you’re not going to be taken seriously. and when that happens, worse people are going to take advantage of you.”

you hated to admit that ruggie was right...but he was right. he was completely right. “change isn’t going to happen overnight...”

“but it can start now! first we’re going to start with you only paying for your own stuff at the mostro lounge and keeping your point cards!”

JADE LEECH

jade already served azul and has been helping him since he was a child. not to mention he has to always take care of his brother. so he certainly relates to how you were forced into a caretaker role when you were a child.

just you needed to stop adopting every single first year as your child. you were already the parent friend for deuce and ace. and now the first years all considered you their parent friend.

“hey (y/n). maybe you should rest for a bit, yeah? you’ve been working yourself to the bone within...” he looks at his watch. “the past hour.”

“what? no...no i haven’t!” and yet you were sweating through your uniform.

“you haven’t taken your break for the past three weeks.” he crosses his arms.

“oh but rush hour just started-”

“take a break or i’m going to force you to sit out for the next week. i know you love taking care of the first years and stuff. but you also need to take care of yourself once in a while. you’re going to burn out. great seven, i know how it feels.”

“but i like serving you know! it’s a fulfilling profession!”

“and you won’t be able to serve if you’re going to collapse from exhaustion. so take a break.” jade tosses you a hand towel. “and take a drink.”

JAMIL VIPER

jamil’s life was all about serving. serving kalim, serving his family, serving the al-asim family, serving his peers. ever since he was born, serving has been the focus of his life.

he never thought he’d run into someone who’s more dedicated to serving other people than you. much less on your own free will.

it’s nice to be taken care of, to be served, instead of the other way around but there were times where you pushed yourself too much.

in fact, it even frustrated jamil.

“i don’t need a spa day jamil!” you laugh. “how am i supposed to help others if i take the day off?”

“and how are you supposed to help people if you yourself are in terrible shape?” he raises an eyebrow. “just let me take care of you for one day okay. you’re exhausted and you’re always tired and that smile on your face doesn’t do a very good job of hiding it.”

you could only purse your lips and eventually sigh. jamil wasn’t going to give up on this since he’s been pestering you for the last month or so. he was very tenacious. “fine.”

“okay come to my room later today. so i can treat you like the royal you are.”

“god you’re so cheesy.” you mutter, hiding your embarrassed face behind your hands.

“only when i want to be.” he smiles.

that spa day, however, was amazing. jamil provided everything. fresh food, a facial, a deep massage (his hands worked like magic!). and if you said yes to him braiding your hair, he did it! you felt a lot more rejuvenated afterwards.

“maybe taking a day off isn’t so bad...”

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pokenimagines · 2 years ago

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A/N: Reminder that this is, no matter what, more of a crack fic. Mentions of a lot of alcohol are in this. In my personal headcanons, the twins could and would party if need be. The Reader is an instigator and they do stupid shit. This part is mainly just for comedy before we head back to something resembling a plot. Enjoy!

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Arceus' Mistake Pt. 3

Beni hadn’t been exactly happy that you all were about to crash his little diner for a breakfast stop, but it wasn’t like he could very well turn you away. He absolutely hated you and Emmet for several reasons…good reasons at that. The clan leaders though? And their wardens? Beni sadly couldn’t turn them all away.

So he opted to just sit back and listen to the stories being shared from the two time travelers while delivering them food. You had such a grin on your face it almost made Beni forget why he hated your existence. The way you lit up the room as you began speaking and how everyone seemed a little less tense. Even Melli, another person who hated you and Emmet, seemed to be enjoying himself.

You were sat one one side of Ingo, holding his hand while the warden bashfully fidgeted, while Emmet was leaning on him. It was clear that once upon a time you guys were as thick as thieves. Once the food began rolling in, you looked over at Emmet.

“So, which story should we tell first?” You mused, not knowing if you should start with something super embarrassing or more tame.

“How about…” Emmet mused, scratching his chin. He couldn’t help but glance at his own brother, noting the facial hair. It made him consider growing his own out…or maybe just telling his dear brother to shave it off. “Oh, I know! The party after you defended your title as champion. The one where we all…” Emmet trailed off.

“Oh, ya, I got it. Starting strong, huh?” You chuckled and Ingo actually looked a bit nervous.

“These stories won’t paint me in a bad light, will they?” He asked and you and Emmet shrugged.

“If you consider having fun being put into a bad light then maybe.” You chuckled.

“I’m so excited to hear about it…and more about where Ingo came from.” Irida said, placing her hands together as she leaned in. Even Melli leaned a bit closer so he could hear better.

“Alright, since I have the best memory of that night…here we go.” You began.

Champion Party

Another year of defending your title as champion had come and gone. You gave a large speech to the crowd of Unova, hearing the cheers come and go, before you were finally whisked away.

Elesa grabbed your hand as she dragged you into the limo that had three familiar faces inside. Skyla laughed, scooting over and bumping into Emmet. Emmet had to hold his champagne glass steady or else it would’ve fallen right onto Ingo.

“Another wonderful year…good job on the speech.” Elesa said, slapping your back as you crawled into the limo. The driver already knew exactly where you were headed. As soon as the doors closed behind Elesa she sat down, crossing her legs and staring at you. The limo took off and you stared out the window for a moment before Emmet pinched you.

You shrieked at the sudden feeling and the group laughed at your obviously off guard face, “I was saying we need to have a toast.” Emmet said, handing you your own champagne glass.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You chuckled, grabbing it and swirling the liquid. It was one of Elesa’s sponsored brands and had a golden hue with something in it that sparkled.

“Cheers to another great year of battling.” Ingo said, raising his glass up.

“Another year of me losing miserably to the champ.” Skyla said, her cheek being squished against her fist that she leaned it on. She had a smile gracing her face as she did, not being too serious. Skyla hardly wanted to be champ, but tradition dictates all gym leaders take on the champ during the grand finale of the gym season.

“Another year of outstanding friendship!” Elesa shouted, smiling at her small friend group. Sure they were friends with the other gym leaders, but the five of you were always close ever since you came around all those years ago.

“Another year to getting wasted at the after party!” Emmet said, slamming his glass against the others. You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation.

“We are absolutely not getting as wasted as last year, Emmet.” You said and the boy shrugged. He reclined in his chair, one arm thrown around Ingo’s shoulder while he chugged his champagne.

“You’re right…we’re going to be way worse. I dunno if Skyla and Elesa can keep up though.” Emmet hummed.

Elesa rolled her eyes, “We have reputations still. Skyla and I had to sneak you guys back to the hotel after a certain someone tried riding on the Rapidash ice sculpture.” She said as she glanced at you.

“How ironic is it that a fire type was made into an ice sculpture.” You deflected. You too had finished the glass of champagne and Ingo sighed.

“I’ll keep them in line, I promise.” Ingo said with one hand up.

“Did you forget you were the instigator last year?” Skyla reminded Ingo who flushed and used his hat to cover his sheepishly grinning face.

“Get like three drinks in Ingo and he becomes more wild than Emmet.” You cheered to that. Elesa just shook her head at your antics. Soon the limo was pulling in and you guys walked into the venue. Unlike the official party where it was all prim and proper, this was the after party. For all the adult gym leaders who, in your books, were cool. Those who helped the league as well, and some of the runner up challengers for the year.

The music was already blaring as you guys were the last to arrive, being held back by you having to make niceties with sponsors. You could see the triplets were already tipsy and Chili was the first to spot you.

“And look, it’s the champion of the hour!” Chili shouted, him and his brothers walking up. You all chatted for a while before getting brought to a private booth. That’s when Emmet pulled out three bottles from his giant conductors coat, and Ingo even more.

“Boys…what’s all that.” Elesa eyed the bottles. You had your eyes fixed on the several types of tequila. Normally you guys didn’t drink it straight…but Emmet was dead set on wanting this to be a party you guys probably wouldn’t remember.

“Cherri Berry Juice.” Emmet said, pulling out a small mixer of the substance.

He poured everyone a round of shots and everyone made eye contact around the table. With a nod, you let the tequila go down, each making a horrid face at the taste.

“Let’s get this party started.” Was one of the last things you could recall saying that night.

Present Day

“That’s all you could remember?” Melli asked incredulously. Ingo was already a bit mortified but also captivated by your story telling. The poor man was sinking into his chair, food almost completely forgotten. Irida couldn’t help but look at her warden, not realizing he was the type who could party. She thought him more of a loner…a hermit if you will.

“That’s all I could remember…but in the future we have these things called phones.” You pulled out your Arc phone, “Kinda like this. We could record videos which are like moving photos with sounds. Not to mention photos and long distance letters at the touch of a button. It just appears on the screen.” You explained.

“And with all our phones, and our friends, we managed to kind of piece together how the night went.” Emmet explained.

“So you forgot the entire night…” Adaman asked, murmuring about how all the time had been wasted if they couldn’t remember.

“Well we recalled snippets of the night…let’s continue the story!” You said, brushing off all their concerns.

The Story

Normally when you woke up, it wasn’t to the sun beating directly onto your face. You also didn’t have a massive headache and a sour taste in the back of your throat. You groaned, rolling over only to realize the surface you were on. It looked like tiling and you sat up quickly, almost fainting immediately after from the sudden movement.

You were on a rooftop…that was for sure. Looked like a residential district while looking around. You paused as your eyes landed on the rooftop next to the building you were on. There was Ingo, his hat disappeared and his coat hanging halfway off him. He was face first on the roof tiles and looked like he was still passed out.

Turning your head again, you could see Emmet on the other building adjacent to Ingo. He was just waking up and looked like shit…and was that a black eye he was sporting. His jacket was nowhere to be seen, and who knew where his hat was. You went to run your fingers through your hair when you felt not one, but two items fall on your lap. Oh…there were their hats.

“Emmet!” You whisper yelled to the man. He heard you, his face whipping over to you. He really did look like shit, just as hung over as you as well. He looked relieved to see you and smiled, waving his hand.

“Morning Champion…where are we?” Emmet asked in his normal voice. Thankfully the buildings were close by as you didn’t want to make a scene. You were still the champion and these two knumbskulls were the famous Gear Station Twins. You couldn’t exactly let anyone else find you like this.

“Hell if I know…now help me wake Ingo so we can get down and find our phones.” You said, reaching around your waist. Ya, they weren’t there…nor were your pokemon. You had your pokemon at the start of the night…had you been robbed?

Emmet clambered over to the rooftop his brother was on and managed to shake Ingo awake. The moment his eyes opened he was running to the edge, getting sick off of it. You looked away, being disgusted but also understanding as you had a similar urge to do the same right now.

Once Ingo was a bit better, you all slid down and found an alleyway you could hide in. There was a mini payphone that you used to call Elesa and soon you guys were being picked up in an inconspicuous car with an annoyed Elesa.

“Really guys?” She asked, holding your phone in her hand, “I thought you said you’d look after them Ingo.” Elesa finished.

“He was the first one to get drunk…again.” You said, letting your forehead rest on the cool window. Ingo gagged but stopped when he saw Elesa’s glare warning him that he better fucking not in her personal car.

“As per usual…so we’re getting you guys cleaned up and then you’re off to figure out what happened to your shit.” Elesa said. She only had your phone but thankfully you tracked Ingo’s and Emmet’s phones at the time so the GPS would guide you.

“Can’t we take a nap first?” You groaned, a cool bottle of electrolyte water was shoved into your hand alongside some pain killers. Elesa obviously came prepared since this happened in a similar fashion as last year.

Present Day

“Wait…you guys did this the year before?” Adaman asked, clearly shocked at your antics.

“It’s not like we plan to or anything.” You tried to defend and Emmet just laughed.

“I do.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not like Ingo and I plan it. But Ingo is a lightweight and it doesn’t take much and Emmet is very convincing.” You again defended yourself.

“Did this really happen?” Ingo asked, worried for the answer he’d receive.

“Oh 100% brother. It gets worse.” Emmet said and Ingo groaned into his hands.

“I didn’t realize alcohol could do this to you…” Irida said, leaning in.

“It can…” Melli muttered under his breath.

The Story

Still worse for wear, you and your boys began riding on some borrowed pokemon to help speed up the process of finding their phones. You didn’t care much what others thought since all of you were wearing hoodies that covered your horrid faces. You looked dead to the world and the medical mask you wore wasn’t helping the cause.

You found Ingo’s phone first, on the top of the Ferris Wheel. Not even in one of the actual carts, but on the frame itself. You three had to almost die getting it and once you did, you all sat. You tried your phone earlier but it looks like you had only photographed the ceremony and all of you were doing shots twice before you stopped taking photos.

You huddled in the Ferris Wheel, scrolling through Ingo’s phone. You played with one of your pokeballs as you guys had also found those due to the Ferris Wheel Operator. Apparently you had planted a single pokemon in each seat last night and they confiscated it until the owners, aka your trio, could prove they belonged to you.

Ingo scrolled through some photos, mainly of you guys making faces at the cameras and one of you on stage with a microphone. There was even a video of you shouting the lyrics to a song by Cupcakke “CPR”. You blushed as the lewd lyrics left your mouth and Ingo and Emmet were trying not to laugh.

Then it went to Emmet looking over and dancing with Burgh, who looked equally as wasted which was uncharacteristic of him. Another photo of them talking. Then another which Burgh looked a bit pissed and Emmet having a shit eating grin on his face.

The next photo had you clutching your stomach as you laughed, absolutely sobbing from it. It was a photo of a drunk Burgh absolutely decking Emmet in the face over something he said. It was the exact moment his fist made contact and you had to zoom in to the blurred face of Emmet.

“What the fuck did you say to him?!” You said while absolutely wheezing at the face he was making. Emmet was rubbing his cheek and eye where he got punched. The next photo was Burgh kicking him on the ground and you could see you in the background looking just as you are now. Except you were pointing with your eyes closed and laughing at your friend getting beaten up.

“I don’t know…I didn’t even know he had it in him to punch someone.” Emmet grumbled and Ingo raised a finger up and cleared his throat.

“I actually do recall what you had said…” Ingo admitted and both of you looked interested. “He had…and I quote, claimed he would fuck his milf of a mom.”

You were both silent before you nodded, “Ya I’d probably kick the shit out of you too.”

“That’s understandable…I should apologize if he remembers that.” Emmet said while scratching the back of his head.

“And if he doesn’t?” Ingo asked.

“Then let’s not remind him because that right hook is powerful for an artist.” Emmet said dejectedly.

Present Day

“You said what?” Melli’s voice went higher than anyone at the table thought possible.

“Might I inquire what a uh…milf is?” Ingo finally said and you and Emmet converted your mouths trying not to laugh.

“Uh…” You pulled Ingo closer and whispered in his ear., His entire face went scarlet and you nodded your head, patting his back.

Irida looked confused as well and before she could ask, Ingo just shook his head. “My apologizes, clan leader, but it’s rather a vulgar thing.” He explained.

“I think the entire thing was vulgar.” Adaman said but he looked like he wanted to ask the same question that was on everyone’s mind.

The Story

You guys had to travel all the way back to the venue to find Emmet’s phone. It was actually still sitting at the table alongside the empty tequila bottles. The staff were still cleaning and hadn’t gotten to your table. You also found Emmet’s white coat and he hurriedly put it on, doing a sniff test and gagging as he smelled the spilt tequila and who knows what else.

Going through Emmet’s phone had been most…illuminating. There were a few videos of your table doing a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ where Emmet was doing a shot for just about every question.

Video 1 -

“Emmet…you really fucked someone in Gear Station?” Ingo asked, his voice slurred slightly as he tried to sit properly. Ingo’s horror grew as both Skyla, Elesa, and Yourself also took a shot. “When was this happening?” Ingo squeaked.

“Do you really wanna know?” You asked, leaning on the table and your eyes were glazed over. You giggled a bit at the thought.

“Did any of you sleep with each oth-” Ingo started before Elesa slapped her hand on the table.

“Next question!”

The Story

“Jesus did we really admit that, Emmet?” You murmured to him who nodded. Ingo looked between you two who had sheepish grins and he groaned, not having wanted to know that bit of information.

Video 2 -

Ingo was dancing with Skyla when his drunken haze caught sight of a pole. Emmet was egging him on as Ingo walked over to the pole and began unbuttoning his shirt. You had no idea how he was able to work the pole, or even cling onto it, with how clothes on, but he was doing it. Boy had more leg strength than you accounted for.

He tossed his tie your way and you caught it, pretending to be a die hard fan at a concert. Ingo shot you a wink with finger guns. You pretended to faint into Elesa’s open arms who pretended to fan you off.

The Story

“Damn Ingo…didn’t know you could pole dance.” You whistled while zooming into his ass in one shot of the video. Ingo slapped your hand away, his face scarlet.

“I didn’t either.” He grumbled and you and Emmet were chuckling.

Video 3 -

It was clear at this point that you guys were all shitfaced as Emmet turned towards everyone and yelled twerk team. Skyla was trying not to die of laughter as Emmet balanced upside down against as wall and twerked. You proceeded to do the ‘Tina Twerk’ while Ingo went for it. Elesa joined in as well, showing off her ass to the camera and blowing a kiss.

The Story

“Elesa is gonna kill us if this video gets out…” You murmured and looked over at Emmet, “You’re sending that to me, right?”

“Going to the group chat.” Emmet said, hitting send.

“So what have we learned, boys?” You asked, sitting at the booth as the two looked at one another.

“We should party more often?” Emmet concluded.

“Absolutely never again.” Ingo retorted and you rolled your eyes.

“No, it’s that we’re fucking awesome to party with.”

Present Day

“That was…” Adaman began, absolutely speechless at what he heard.

“Pole dancing?” Irida murmured under her breath. Ingo looked mortified at the thought of everything he had once done but you put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. His eyes snapped to you and you shot him a wink, causing the man to blush and look away from you.

“This guy right here…did all of that?” Melli asked, looking at the hermit of a warden. Ingo shrunk back, not wanting to be judged for his past self that he couldn't even remember.

“We have more stories…some calm and some just like this.” You said, smirking and Emmet hummed before looking at you excitedly.

“What about when we first met you!” Emmet said and you smiled brightly.

“That’s a good story!” You said and chuckled, “Don’t worry Ingo, this one’s more tame.” You assured him.

The First Meeting

You had been the champion of Unova for less than a month when Elesa, one of the gym leaders you had instantly clicked with, told you about the battle train. You weren’t originally from Unova and had never heard of it. Elesa explained the concept and then the subway bosses and how they were her friends.

“I’m not sure if you’ll want to battle all the other trainers…might be too easy for you.” She said and you shrugged.

“If I get an amazing double battle at the end then it’ll be worth it.” You said before pausing, “Wait, how about we both do double battles together.” You said and Elesa perked up.

“Sure, I can also introduce you guys before we actually battle them. How about tomorrow morning we meet up at the train station. We introduce each other and then we get on the train to

fight them?” Elesa proposed. She didn’t have any work to do tomorrow and it wasn’t gym season, so she was itching to battle as well.

“Sounds good to me.”

The next morning you had managed to clamber out of bed…who were you kidding you never went to bed. You knew you wouldn’t be able to wake up at this god awful hour so you chugged some energy drinks and prayed to Arceus for the best.

You chilled on one of the benches and it was totally empty in Gear Station minus a few workers here and there. The only way you got in was showing your champion badge to them and explaining the situation. They let you in immediately and you stared at the train that wasn’t set to move for another hour.

That’s when you felt it, something crawling on you. You immediately flinched back at the sensation, your sleep deprived mind telling you it was a spider. Little did you realize it was actually a spider. A small Joltik to be exact. You screamed, moving your hand away and almost falling off the bench.

You heard a trainer chuckling and you glared at the man. He had fluffy white hair and stupid looking sideburns. He was clearly one of the workers on the train but wore a slightly different uniform. It was all an all white coat and hat as he had an almost bored face.

“Forgive my Joltik, he doesn’t scratch.” The man said in a monotone voice. The small Joltik lunged at you, clearly using the move scratch.

“Ah! Yes it do!” You said, scuttling away from it. “Get your pokemon under control!” You said, way too tired to deal with this. The man’s eyes glared at you as he was clearly offended at you for insinuating his pokemon was unruly.

“He’s just excited.” He defended and your cheeks puffed out.

“He tried attacking me.” You said, standing up and walking over to him. He was taller than you which was a tad annoying as you looked up at the man. He glared down at you, adjusting his hat.

“No he didn’t.” He said and you weren't having it.

“Yes it fuckin was. I know what I saw. I can demonstrate.” You were fully prepared to scratch the fucker when you heard a set of footsteps barreling towards you two.

“Emmet, brother, what’s going on.” The mysterious man said. They were clearly twins with the same annoying mutton chops and uniform, but this one wore the black uniform.

“This traveler is saying my Joltik is out of control.” Emmet said to his brother who looked at you. Ingo seemed to recognize you and pale considerably. He was recalling Elesa really hoping you all would get along on the phone last night, but it seemed like you and Emmet were five seconds from murdering one another.

“Um Emmet that’s…” Ingo began before you snapped.

“I only pointed out facts. You wanna fight me, dude?” You said, ready to square up, “I don’t need pokemon to kick your ass into next week.” Your feral energy was overpowering. You were still getting accustomed to being champion and keeping a ‘reputation’ but at times like this you couldn’t help but be annoyed. Sleep deprived and some fucker saying his pokemon didn’t try to attack you.

“Let’s go.” Emmet said, stepping closer and you two were in each others personal bubble now, chest to kind of chest.

You looked at him and smirked, “Are we totally about to kiss?” You couldn’t help the joke and the look on Emmet’s face was so puzzled before he broke out laughing.

“There you are!” Elesa shouted out, running over to you guys. She noticed the tension in the air was dissipating. She could only see what was going on from a distance but she swore you were five seconds from kicking Emmet’s ass a moment ago.

“What’s going on…Ingo?” She said, looking at her friends. The mysterious twin, Ingo, looked at her with a shrug.

“I have no idea.” He said, “I thought I was about to break up another fight.”

“Another…Emmet, how many people have you fought lately?” Elesa looked at the younger twin.

Emmet pointed at her with a smile, “Unimportant!” He shouted. You looked at his finger, immediately lunging and biting it. Emmet’s high pitched screech echoed in the empty train station while you smirked triumphantly.

“They bit me!” Emmet said accusingly and you scoffed.

“Whatever…so you guys are the subway twins Elesa was telling me about?” You looked the two over. They might’ve been a bit weird looking, but you’d admit they were cute. You made note that your overly attractive friend group might be growing and you couldn’t simp over all of them constantly…or could you?

“Wait…you’re the new Unova champion?” Emmet asked, raising his eyebrows. He hadn’t watched the news where your face was ever shown. He just knew someone had taken down Alder but he wasn’t expecting…you.

“Yup…and today Elesa and I are gonna totally dominate the double battles and fight you two, so you guys best be prepared.” You said and both Ingo and Emmet seemed to change their energy. It was almost exciting as people began coming into the Station, it finally being open. You couldn’t wait to take them on.

Present Day

“So you and Emmet didn’t get along originally?” Ingo asked and you nodded.

“Ya, we fought all the time until we finally realized we could cause more chaos together.” You said and Emmet hummed, patting Ingo on the back.

“We had to keep your life interesting somehow.” Emmet said and Adaman was laughing at your antics.

“It seems like you guys really all got along well.” He saids and you nodded.

“We eventually just moved in together. Originally Elesa was gonna move in with us as well, but then Skyla said she wanted a roommate so she went there instead.” You said and Ingo looked confused.

“You lived with me and my brother?” He asked and you nodded enthusiastically.

“For a few years before…well before you went missing and Emmet and I tore through half the continent looking for ya.” You explained.

Ingo was still confused before Irida piped in.

“You lived together like family despite not being married?” She asked and you nodded.

“It’s not crazy uncommon where we’re from. And I needed help getting up in the mornings for champion duties and Ingo needed help wrangling Emmet home at the end of the night. It kinda just worked out. Besides, we were always at each other’s place anyway.” You told them.

“Thick as thieves.” Emmet chimed.

“You trio are so weird.” Melli looked disgusted but there was part of him a touch jealous at the bond you shared.

“Ya…we got into tons of shenanigans. Like the time we almost all died from the Ferris Wheel!” You said, already feeling another story time coming along, albeit a lot shorter one than the previous.

Ferris Wheel Incident

You three were drunk once again. Not as drunk as if you were at a ceremony getting wasted on tequila, but Emmet had convinced you guys to come into the kitchen for shots of this new vodka. You guys hadn’t thought much of it, until two shots in Ingo and Emmet made it a contest. You, not wanting to be outdone by them, also joined in.

Soon the trio was fairly drunk, wandering the streets of Nimbasa, your beautiful home town due to the location being near Gear Station and your friend Elesa. Sadly she was out of town or else you guys would’ve invited her over for drinks.

So without your blonde friend, you three decided to do your favorite drunk activity. You called it: Wearing the worst disguises you could muster up and riding the ferris wheel ‘incognito’. You all

had on casual clothes, medical masks, and sunglasses on, Sadly this was enough to fool most people.

The twins were never seen in media without their conductor's outfit and you, being the champion, were known far and wide. However with a hood up and your face covered, nobody really recognized you as long as you didn’t do any of the talking. Thankfully Emmet was a master of accents and always fooled people…you hope.

“Give me a -hic- second.” Emmet said, patting your back as he wandered off. You called out, trying to figure out where he was going and he turned, “Gotta peeeeee!” He shouted with no remorse.

“Don’t break the seal! It’ll only make it worse later!” You shouted out to him in your equally slurred voice.

“The poor thing doesn’t know what’s gonna happen.” Ingo said remorseful and you just shrugged. Thankfully the last rides of the night were happening and that meant there was virtually nobody there. Right as you began boarding your cart, Emmet came out of the bushes, pulling his fly up and waddling towards you guys.

You all got into your cart, swinging a bit and laughing. Emmet sat next to you while Ingo was right across from you. An easy target for playing footsies. You gently kicked Ingo’s foot and he rolled his eyes, but still kicked back.

Before the wheel took off, the attendant walked over with a basket and a frown. All three of you groaned while grabbing your pokemon and handing them over. Ever since this one incident of you guys battling on the Ferris Wheel and almost breaking it, pokemon were banned from you guys.

You just slumped in your chair, arms crossed and glaring at the attendant through your sunglasses. The attendant just sighed as he walked away, letting the wheel take you. You waved goodbye to your pokemon, knowing they could see you if they were awake from the semi-transparent top on the pokeballs.

You could barely see the flash of Zekrom’s red eyes glancing over at you. Your poor partner probably knew shenanigans were about to ensue.

The three of you were mainly just kicking one another as you waited to get to the top. It went faster than normal and the poor attendant could control the speed and just wanted you guys gone, no doubt. Sadly once you reached the top, you had a brilliant idea.

“Hey guys…” You said, pulling out an apricorn from your pocket. You had picked it up on your little walk here and the size was what originally drew you to it, “I bet I can make this thing last longer.” You cooed.

Ingo leaned in closer, his sunglasses and face mask long shoved into the hoodie pocket. His eyes flashed with amusement as he wanted to know what you meant. You chuckled and,

despite being drunk as well hell, you still had decent aim from all the pokemon you had caught. You launched the Apricorn until it hit right in the middle of the mechanism that would shift you.

When the Ferris Wheel went to move, a horrible screeching was heard but all that happened to your cart moved a bit to the right, then shifted back into place. You cheered and Ingo slapped your hand with his own in an epic high five.

“Now we can sit and enjoy the scenery!” You said, standing up and leaning over the edge of the Ferris Wheel so you could view the city. Ingo came up behind you, leaning a bit as he peered and soon Emmet joined.

You all enjoyed the view in drunken somber before Emmet tapped your hip. You hummed, turning your head to where he was. He was smiling like normal, lazy with his eyes half lidded. “I have to pee again.”

You sighed and pinched your forehead before turning towards him. “This would’ve been nice to know before I jammed the Ferris Wheel.”

“Well you didn’t exactly broadcast what you were doing. You just said ‘watch this’ and did it.” Emmet said and Ingo had to agree with his brother. You groaned as you sat back down, slouching in the chair.

A megaphone reached their ears from the poor attendant that probably just wanted to go home, “We apologize for the inconvenience, the Ferris Wheel is experiencing a jam. We have people coming to fix it and it should be cleared up in about an hour.”

“I’m not gonna last five more minutes, let alone an hour.” Emmet said, taking his seat next to you. You were quick to kick him off the seat.

“You ain’t sittin’ next to me, piss boy. You can pee on the other bench…actually don’t. I don’t wanna be stuck in a hot cart with that smell.” You said, gagging at the thought.

“You can pee off it.” Ingo suggested.

“Indecent exposure.” You hummed and Emmet just groaned in annoyance. He looked over at where the Apricorn was. It wasn’t too terrible far away from them. It was mainly just jamming their cart from moving.

“Guys…I have an idea.” Emmet said and everyone turned. “So…if you hold onto my ankles.” He pointed at you, “And Ingo holds your ankles…I bet we’ll be long enough to reach the apricorn and remove it ourselves.”

This was a dumb and dangerous mission, however you were too drunk to think this part through, “It’s our only chance.” You agreed.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Ingo said, going along with your antics. You always said a drunk Ingo was a sober Emmet, and it was just showing to be true.

Emmet was the first to go down, you clinging to his ankles with a strong grip. You slowly lowered him until he was completely hanging out of the cart. You could see some people pointing at your cart from the ground, but it was fine. At least you three put your disguises on real fast before doing this.

Next was you, Ingo gripping your ankles. You more or less flopped out next, Emmet squawking as he almost hit a metal pole. Ingo slowly leaned out of the cart enough and Emmet could see the Apricorn.

“The trio in the top cart! We ask that you please pull yourself back in the cart and wait for trained professionals!” The frantic voice of the attendant shouted through the speaker.

You mocked his voice, causing Ingo to laugh and accidentally slip more out of the cart. His stomach was pressed and he just realized how heavy your two bodies were as he forced himself not to slide out.

“I can almost get it!” Emmet shouted, “Just a little more!”

Ingo knew the dangers, but he heard his brother’s voice and slipped a little more. Sadly that was all it took for him to slip out of the cart. It was like a slow motion moment of you three being in the air, the Apricorn now in Emmet’s hands as you all looked at an invisible camera in shock.

Meanwhile on the ground, the poor attendant wasn’t just freaking out over you guys hanging out. One of your pokemon, a very strange black dragon looking one, was shaking and trying to get out. The attendant was terrified of the thing as it continued shaking, trying to break free. He could even hear it through the muffle of the ball.

Then something magical happened. As you three fell out, the attendant watched a white dragon with some rider on its back swoop you three up in the nick of time and fly off towards the fields. The attendant just fell on his back as your pokemon finally calmed down, staring at the now working Ferris Wheel. He wasn’t getting paid enough for this.

Back with you and the trio, you were currently riding on the back of Reshiram. N’s flowing green hair behind him as he turned to look at you three. You were a good friend of N, but the twins had never really spoken to him. N knew you liked to party, he just never had much experience with this side of you.

He landed you three in a field and took Reshiram back in his pokeball before turning to you three. “Please wait here while I grab your teams.” He murmured. Emmet squeaked as he ran off and N went to chase, but you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Nah, he good. He had to pee.” You excused him. N just sighed, going back to the Ferris Wheel, apologizing to the attendant who was currently writing their two weeks notice, and getting their team back. When he came back he didn’t know what to do. Ingo was on the ground, trying to make snow angels out of the flowers, Emmet was dancing with his shirt off, and you were laying dead asleep on the bench.

He had to recall something you once said and went over to you. He felt awkward moving you so he could grab your phone, but soon it was in his hands. He scrolled to your emergency contacts and a woman named Elesa picked up immediately. N explained the situation to the gym leader and he could hear the amusement in her tone.

About an hour later Elesa was there to pick up her three friends who had managed to pass out. Ingo and Emmet woke up enough to use Elesa as support, while N had to carry you bridal style back to your apartment. All the while Elesa told him a very fun time they had at an after party that ended up in them waking up on rooftops. N swore at the moment he’d never drink…especially not with his dear friend.

Present Day

“So is getting absolutely drunk just a casual thing for you guys?” Melli asked, finishing off his third cup of coffee just so his mouth could be doing something. The food had long been finished by this time.

“Was I an alcoholic?” Ingo asked, rubbing his temples.

“Emmet and I might be, but no. We didn’t do this all the time. Just on occasion. Remember we’ve been friends for years. These are just the most memorable shenanigans.” You explained.

“You guys really…are interesting.” Irida said with a polite but strained smile. She was wondering how you two have managed to quell so many nobles while being this irresponsible. Still, she didn’t think any lower of you.

“It’s good you guys recall these times spent together.” Adaman hummed and Ingo groaned.

“I’m kind of glad my memory is missing.” Ingo said into his hands. His face hadn’t returned to its pale complexion in a while and you were starting to worry someone slapped red blush all over his face when you weren’t looking.

“Well we have more stories…a lot more stories.” You hummed and Emmet tapped his chin.

“What about that time where we took on the battle tree in Alola?” Emmet said, “In the three battles?”

“Ooooooh! I remember that so clearly. Okay so we were only a little tipsy during this time.” You began and Ingo groaned.

Alola’s Battle Tree

It was one of your duties as the Champion of Unova to have good relationships with the other leagues. So when Alola finally built its own battle league, you had to make a business trip. Elesa, Ingo, and Emmet were your pluses. Skyla was able to sneak in as well, offering to be the one to fly you guys over.

The trip there was eventful, the four of you in the back bantering with the pilot as Skyla laughed, trying not to crash when Emmet showed her his new favorite dance move from a song known as ‘WAP’. A new song that had just come out at the time, mind you.

You guys managed to make it to Alola in one piece and Elesa and Skyla immediately went to their rooms, whole you, Emmet, and Ingo went to meet the professor and Kahuna’s. It was a blast, even going against the new champion.

Once all official business was over, Kukui made mention of a battle tree that even did triple battles. This perked everyone up as the drunk trio looked at one another. You three knew what you had to do.

Of course Skyla and Elesa wanted in as well, deciding to dominate the double battle scene while you three did triples. It was different branches of the tree and there was a long line of challengers going through.

Thankfully they took numbers of the people in line and told them they’d give them a ring when it was their turn. Skyla and Elesa got in far sooner than you guys, which left you three to your own devices.

This meant cocktails on the beach and gorging on Malasadas. By the time you got a phone call, you were sure you all were burnt to a crisp and definitely day drunk off your fifth Pina Colada. You didn’t even bother putting on your swim covers, going into the tree barely dried from salt water and in swimsuits.

They had rules, of course, mainly in place for the Alola champion. No ‘Ultra Beasts’ whatever those were. And no legendary pokemon. They never thought other trainers would come with legendaries, but clearly that hadn’t met you. So you wished your Zekrom goodbye and grabbed two other team members.

Then you guys began to fight as triple battles. You could barely see straight as it was, but going through the tower was a lot of fun. You guys were joking and dominating and finally you guys made it to the last group.

There was a woman with brown hair and a cute sun hat. A tropical skirt tied to her hip and crop top on. The man next to her was tall and stoic with a red and white cap, jeans, and a matching white and red shirt. The man on her other side, the left, had lighter brown hair with green shoes and pants, and a black button up.

They didn’t look like they were from Alola and you immediately spoke up first, drunken slur and all, “No way, you guys are vacation buddies too?” You shouted, pointing at them.

The man in green looked confused before he spoke up, “We are, and we decided we wanted to try the battle tree on vacation.” He said before the girl sighed.

“Not my first image of ‘vacation’ but it is what it is. They wouldn’t let me rest once they found out there were triples.” The girl spoke. The man on her right didn’t say much, but nodded with a grunt.

“No way! You guys are front Kanto? Sounds like it!” You said before pointing at Ingo and Emmet, “We’re from Unova. These are the Subway Losers…Twins sorry.” You said before introducing yourself as the champion.

They all were stunned for a moment before the man in green smirked, “I see, so we get to go against the Champion of another region…my name is Green, a gym leader back in Kanto. This is Red, the current Champion, and this is Blue, our childhood friend.” Green said.

Blue smacked him on the back of the head, “I was runner up for being Champion, excuse you.” She huffed and you all chuckled.

“Oh man, can’t wait, we're about to have threesome battles!” You cheered.

Green took a moment before covering his mouth, “Please don’t say it like that.” He said and you laughed again!

“Threesome funsome!” You shouted at the top of your lungs. It wasn't like this entire thing was being broadcasted.

“Threesome funsome!” You and Emmet chanted even louder before Ingo joined.

“THREESOME FUNSOME!” You all shouted at the top of your lungs and Green was having a hard time keeping his shit together.

“Are you three…drunk?” She asked and you nodded.

“I didn’t realize they let you drink while battling.” Green said, almost jealous at the fun you three were having.

“They don’t…we got drunk at the beach waiting. On accident.” You said before pointing to Emmet, “He kept bringing Pina Coladas and we couldn’t say no after they were made.”

“How many did we drink?” Ingo asked, wobbling a bit. You guys had sobered up a bit on your battles, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t play it up for shits and giggles.

“Lost count after I bought the fifteenth one.” Emmet admitted. “But it’s okay. I was worried this might happen…huzza!” Emmet pulled out the mini sample sized bottles of vodka out of his swimming trunk pockets.

“Bravo!” Ingo said, pointing at his brother. You saw his finger and lunged to bite, but Ingo was quicker and retracted his hand before karate chopping your head. Red looked amused at everything that was happening and Blue covered her mouth in shock.

“How about this, you three.” You said, pointing at them, “If we win this battle, you guys will come party with us. If we lose, we pay for your drinks as you party with us.” You laid it out on the table.

Green turned to his friends and they whispered together before Green had a brilliant smile on his handsome face. “Agreed, let’s get this on with.”

Needless to say, Alola wasn't prepared for the Unova and Kanto drunks to band together…and your wallets were ill prepared for the sheer amount Red could drink without getting drunk.

Present Day

“You guys are alcoholics…” Melli finally assumed and you shrugged.

“Okay, ya, we might be a little. But Alola was fun. We got like ten more stories from that time, but that’ll be for another day. I think Beni wants us gone.” You said, looking at an annoyed Beni. They had been there for a solid three hours and Beni was normally only open during meal times.

“Goodness, look at the time having gone away. I guess we should do a quick debriefing of Lord Electrode before you guys are off to the Cornet Highlands.” Adaman said, not realizing how long they had been there. It was almost embarrassing how sucked in he got to the discussion.

“It’s about time I get to speak.” Melli said, putting a hand over his chest. You had a feeling this would be a lot more annoying than you planned.

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ningningsplushie · 3 years ago

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Miscommunication

Request: could I maybe request a yeonjun or heuningkai scenario where you’re comfortable around all the members except him and so he finally gets you alone and questions you and you confess and he does too?

Warnings: light ghosting, maybe ONE passing suggestive comment??? mentions of food and some obvious light angst with a happy ending!

A/N: WAHHHHHH THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE!!!! I decided to go with Hueningnkai cuz 1. he’s my bias, 2. I have a few more requests for Yeonjun and wanted to even it out! I hope you like this :)

you’ve been friends with the boys of tomorrow X together for nearly a year now

you would think that you’d have a charming little meet cute with the leaders but it was the complete opposite, at least for Soobin, who’s still traumatized over the incident

it was a cold winter morning when he waddled into the empty cafe, ordering 5 EXTRA hot drinks

you had no clue who he was at the time but your first impression of him was that he was super shy but extremely polite while ordering

you gave him his 5 drinks and just as he was about to leave through the door, he turned around, staring at the tray with the intent of asking for some sleeves

he wasn’t aware of you exiting behind the counter to begin mopping the floor and thus crashed into you, causing all five cups of sweltering liquid to spill onto you

poor Binnie was horrified and even rushed with you to the sink to aid you in immediately sooting the soft burns with cold water

the whole time he was just rushing out incoherent words of “I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean to do this, believe me.” and “oh my god, are you alright? do you need to go to the hospital”

you obviously ignored him as you were too immersed in healing you reddening skin which only made Soobin feel way worse

when you were done, you saw that tears were threatening to fall from his eyes while he was bowing profusely to you and begging for forgiveness

there’s no way you could cuss this angel out, not when he didn’t do it on purpose and when he was genuinely distressed about your plight

“it’s alright, really. don’t worry about a thing. I was right next to the sink so my burns aren’t serious at all. no harm, no foul,” you assure him

“are you serious?? you have half the mind to sue me for bodily damage!”

“Yeah, but my body is not damaged and I can still work.”

he looks at you skeptically and asks “is there anything I can do though?”

you didn’t want him to do anything crazy so you suggested to go out for coffee with him someday soon, while adding, “just make sure you don’t spill it on me again.”

with his cheeks now smattered with pink, and not from the cold, he agrees and you exchange numbers

a week later, you meet up with Soobin and are confused upon seeing 4 other guys witting alongside him

when he sees you, he leaps from his chair, offering you his seat

you decide to tease him because you love his reactions

“do you really need 4 bodyguards to protect you from me? I swear, I won’t hurt you if you spill another drink…or 5 on me”

“WHAT NO! THIS ISN’T LIKE THAT”

he’s panicking, my god it’s the funniest thing you’ve seen

then, one boy who you later find out is named Beomgyu, chimes in

“as much as I love to see Soobin struggling, I just wanna clear up if whether or not this is a date you were supposed to on cuz we all think it’s freaking weird that he asked us to go too.”

you lift a brow at Soobin. “I didn’t know you were already so willing so share me.

BOY DO SOOBIN’S EYES GO WIDE

he starts stuttering like crazy while the rest of the group is howling and doubling over in laughter

a guy with pouty lips, Yeonjun, speaks up. “Oh wow, you really found a good one!”

Soobin groans and clears up his thinking. “I’m really sorry if you intended for this to be a date…I’m really clueless in that aspect, which is why I brought the boys. I thought it would be fun to meet new people since we don’t really get the chance to do so.”

you wipe a stray tear from your eye before saying, “don’t worry, I also just wanted to make some friends so, the more the merrier!”

whew, was it merry

you clicked right away with the members, and of course they told you that day that they were part of an idol group

from that day on, you grew closer with each person

Soobin because you found out you both have a love of reading

Yeonjun because you’re both hard working and are fashion oriented

Beomgyu because you like to pull pranks on everyone

Taehyun because you’re both scary witty and clever

and for the first few months of knowing them, you were somewhat close and comfortable with Hueningkai, maybe because the two of you were the youngest, you only being behind him by a couple months, or maybe because of how childlike you were

either way, that didn’t last

it wasn’t because you didn’t like him, far from it. In fact you liked him a lot

maybe too much

far too much

you were obviously harbouring a crush on him

you just loved how every time you came to visit at the practice room, he would already have your favourite drink and snacks all in order

how he always knew you needed cheering up, in which he would pull you into his tall frame, and give you the skinship you craved most for

he was always one step ahead of you in jokes and would join in

one time, when you were anxious over finals, he led you into an empty room where he hugged you and hummed you a song so you’d calm down

that’s when you knew you had a crush on him

and that’s also when you started to be distant from him

that was three months ago

never in your life have you had friends as close as the boys before

you were worried that if you confessed to Hueningkai, things would get awkward between everyone

which was why you suppressed your feelings, pushing them away along with the sweetest boy on earth

you pushed him away from the physical advancements

you’d make sure to sit next to Beomgyu or Yeonjun

and you’ve barely spoken to his through this time

normally he’s your source of comfort from worries but now he’s just some guy you used to know

as much as it hurt you to do so, you believe it’s absolutely necessary

it’s now one of your bi-weekly movie nights with everyone and taehyun suggested on watching the matrix

it honestly isn’t your style of movie but the boys make it so enjoyable with all their jokes and comments

popcorn and soda was passed around, along with pizza and other greasy food, as per the ritual

you would normally sit comfortably between Beomgyu and Hueningkai, with your feet draped over the latter’s lap while annoying Beomgyu with your own comments

but ever since you began distancing yourself from him, you would sit at the end of the couch, quite rigidly beside Taehyun

they boys obviously were aware the rift growing between him and you so they concocted a plan where they switched up the seats so you’d HAVE TO sit next to him

you unwillingly did so because you didn’t want to cause a scene

you sit down, hands placed neatly in your lap and when Hueningkai offers you some food, you shake your head but gladly take some from Soobin

For the first half of the film, he tries to pass some funny commentary about it, which almost breaks you and causes you to burst into laughter

but you draw your lips into a fine line and nod your head, passing it off as you being too invested into the film

the whole time you’re uncomfortable and feeling horribly shameful for being cold to him so you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom

unbeknownst to you, Hueningkai catches you secretly sneaking into one of the bedrooms

after about a minute of you being gone, he also excuses himself and follows you into the bedroom, only to catch you laying on Soobin’s bed while you scroll through instagram

“Are you alright?” He questions, softly closing the door while looking like a lost child

you whip your head towards him. Seeing that you weren’t expecting him, of all people, you abruptly stand up and nervously face him

“yeah…I’m good, I was just answering a message my mom left me.”

what a lie

he gestures to your phone with his lanky arm and replies with, “I literally just saw you zooming into Doja Cat’s photo on instagram”

you blush and try to justify yourself but he interrupts you

“so what? are you paying more attention to Doja than to me? you don’t even know her, she doesn’t even know you exist.”

“I-I…I just needed a breather from the movie, it was getting kind of boring.”

“was it getting boring or could you not bear sitting next to me any longer?”

he’s past his lost child stage and now looks like a puppy who kicked him

“that’s not-”

“no, but it is! you’ve been ignoring me and pushing me away for 3 months and I don’t know what I did wrong.” his hands are making grand gestures as he’s voicing his hurt

he continues his rant. “It all started ever since before your final when I- wait. is this because…because I held you? did I breach some sort of personal space?”

You shake your head, bakcing away from him. “No, it isn’t anything like that at all.”

“then why are you avoiding me?! what have I done to you!? you can’t even look me in the eyes, or say a full sentence to me, and you can barely be in the same room as me. please,” he inches closer towards you and goes for your hand, his other brushing away his golden locks. “just tell me if i’ve hurt you in anyway. it hurts me knowing I did something to you.”

turning your face from him, you try to conceal your wavering voice and watering eyes

“Huening…you haven’t done anything wrong, at all. you’ve been nothing but sweet to me.”

“then why, Y/N, am I being treated like this.”

you find a gram of courage within you and stare at him head on, finally seeing his brown eyes it all its glory after months. you study his features for a minute and he patiently waits for your answer with pain written on his features

you detach your gaze from his, looking to the floor in shame

you bite the bullet and confess to him, preparing yourself for never seeing the boys ever again

“because I like you. I have a huge crush on you.” You whisper while sitting down on the bed to controll you nerves

he joins you on the mattress. “Wait…I’m confused. you’re ignoring me because you have a crush on me? that’s doesn’t make sense at all.”

“I’m trying to not like you anymore…”

“oh? ouch, that kind of hurts, especially when I also like you too. but I mean, I guess I should get used to being hurt by you, yeah?”

ouch on you part too :( but you deserved it

wait…

what did he say?

“look, I’m really sorry for-HUH? what did you say?”

he sits up straighter, again like an excited puppy

“I said I like you too! so not only did it hurt when you’ve been pushing me away because I though I was losing a friend, but also because I thought I would never get a chance with you.”

“chance with me??? it’s me who’d never get chance with you.”

he quips back with “well we obviously get a chance with each other since we’re reciprocating a crush, you dummy.”

“how was I to know that?!”

“ask me?? tell me??”

“and risk rejection and embarrassment? no thanks?”

“so you opt on ghosting me? in real life too!!”

you blush and guilt washes over you. “look, i’m not proud of that but I was worried that if i told you that I like you, you’d reject me and there’d be this awkward cloud over the 6 of us.”

“Y/N…you know I’d never let anything happen to us. I value you and the members too much to lose you. even if i didn’t like you, I’d still want to be close to you.”

“yeah but I don’t handle rejection well and would have wanted to not be close to you anymore.”

“thank god i also like to back cuz I don’t think I would have been able to not have you around…even if you were the one ghosting me.”

you look up at his face and see a small teasing smile but you only find yourself frowning

“i’m really sorry for leaving you high and dry, I was just afraid of all the potential things that could have gone wrong. I just….I just didn’t notice that I was the one who was causing everything to go south.”

“It’s alright, Y/N. I kind of understand where you were coming from but please know that you should always come to me about your feelings. I don’t want us hiding things anymore.”

“that, I can do.”

he turns completely to you and places both of your hands in his “now that we’ve got that sorted out of the way. since we both, you know, are irrevocably in love with one another, i was wondering if…you’d be mine?”

he gives you the cheesiest of grins and you can’t help but melt under his gaze

“hmmmm, now that i’ve had 3 months to think about it, I’d love nothing more than to be yours.”

“oh wow i didn’t know this was a business negotiation.”

“hey, I happen to be serious about this sort of stuff.”

the two of you laugh at this but then all of a sudden, Hueningkai hesitates when he asks, “can I kiss you?”

you blush yet again and nod your head

just as you think that he’s going to lock lips with you, you discover that he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and return the gesture, your heart so light right now that you unintentionally leave your mouth on his smooth skin for too long while his nose is tucked into your neck, breathing in your essecse

“I wanna wait to give you a proper kiss, you know.” he shyly confesses. “I wanna go steady with you and enjoy our time together.”

“that actually…that sounds really lovely. I’d like that too.”

“great…” he inhales your light perfumes and draws back. “should we go back and watch the movie?”

“definitely. they’re all probably suspicious right now.”

the two of you return to the living room, walking in hand in hand but not before Beomgyu says “glad you guys got a room, I couldn’t handle Huening being pouty anymore.”

you lean down and grab a handful of popcorn from Soobin and throw it at Beomgyu

“yeah but now you’re the single one” hueningkai teases, holding up your interlocked hands

he leads you back onto the couch, making sure you position your legs across his figure just as you did before

from time to time he feeds you some food, leading a straw into your mouth to quench your thirst but also squeezes your hand from time to time, almost in disbelief that you’re finally his and he’s finally yours

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studentsatstrixhaven · 2 years ago

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On the outer edge of the Commons Area, the group is lead into a vibrant garden to meet the leader of the Fantastical Horticulture Club, Urzmaktok Groj---a reptialian-like humanoid with a forked tongue (literally), who seems (perhaps a bit overly) intelligent & self-assured, with a collection of tomes & potions hanging from holsters on his person.

Fusk flutters over, as the tour guides announces their arrival to the club leader who was standing over a patch of wilted flowers that held his attention. Greetings are made to the group, as Urzmaktok welcomes them & explains the many wonders of mixing magic & nature to cultivate wondrous flora. The dead plants they noticed when arriving seem to be obviously bothering him, though, and he challenges the group to see if they can be of any assistance.

What could be causing the azaleas to die so suddenly?

Lum tries to cheer the area up by using Druidcraft to sprout a few flowers in their place, providing a few small spots of green, purple, & shades of red to start regaining some contrast of colors. Meanwhile, Fusk (whose considerable knowledge of nature & innate ability to identify traces of magic seems perfect for the job) looks around the edges of garden & discovers a discarded bottle with some strange, dark liquid still dripping out.

When shown to Urz, he sneers & recognizes it to be an unguent for potions & declares how careless & foolish the owner must have been to discard of it so recklessly.

Urzmaktok seems much more spirited, in the end, commenting on what promise this year's club might hold! If only they had been able to fully cast a Plant Growth, the azaleas might have already fully recovered, but perhaps that will be one of the lessons to come.

Urzmaktok Grojsh by TheBoxingHorse

#fantastical horticulture club #garden #urzmaktok

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cafeacademic · 3 years ago

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Marshal Commander Hardass

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: light degradation (use of the word cockdumb mostly), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: ~3.4k

A little (and by little I mean several thousand words) something for one of my favorite Clone Commanders. This is one of several current WIPs, so it felt good to finally finish this one up! Hope you all enjoy lovelies <3

*Read on AO3* or under the cut!

You huffed as the door to the bar swung open and half a dozen clone troopers walked in. You were used to seeing a single soldier here and there, but a large, fully armored group meant trouble. Sighing, you excused yourself from the conversation you were having with a regular patron and returned to your place at the center of the bar.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you deadpanned, not at all in the mood to have to deal with the war today. Your planet had been lucky enough to stay relatively neutral, but the arrival of the soldiers reminded you how fragile that neutrality was.

“Good evening, miss,” the presumed leader of the group said. His armor was slightly different from other clone troopers that had stumbled across your bar in the past; his helmet was framed by an orange visor, and a rank insignia was affixed to his chest plate. “We’re looking for a man named Tost. Do you have any information about his whereabouts?”

“No,” you snapped, hoping to shut down the conversation. “If that’s all, I do have patrons to get back to,”

“Are you sure? Any information would be very helpful--” you waved a hand dismissively, silencing the trooper.

“I don’t know anything, and I don’t want to get caught up in this war. All it does is bring destruction to the planets it claims, and we refuse to offer ourselves up for annihilation on a silver platter,” you said impatiently. “So either order a drink or get out of my bar,”

The regular you were chatting with earlier snorted at your little speech, and a very drunk group in the back broke out into a loud cheer. You raised a single, challenging eyebrow at the soldiers.

“Come on, the General is probably waiting for us,” another clone spoke up from the back of the group. The leader nodded, not even turning to look at the clone who had spoken, seemingly too transfixed on you.

“You’re right, Boil,” he said calmly. “If you can think of anything that would be helpful to the Republic cause, please don’t hesitate to come to one of our outposts. Ask for Marshal Commander Cody, and I’ll see to it that your information is in good hands,”

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest defensively. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,”

As the troopers filed out, you were sure that you could hear one of them swearing at you, but you chose to ignore it.

Later that night, when darkness had fallen completely and drunk patrons would fall off their stools every so often, two of the soldiers came in and tucked themselves away at a corner table. You grumbled a swear under your breath before walking over to the table and standing there, a single hand on your hip. The clones, now without their helmets, looked up sheepishly at you.

“I know you told us to get out earlier, but we’re not here for the Commander. We just want to unwind and have a drink,” one of them stuttered, obviously reciting a speech he had planned since before they walked in. You softened slightly as you watched the two men; it wasn’t their fault they were stuck in this war. Offering them a small smile, you took their orders and brought them their drinks, a little extra poured on top as a sign of goodwill.

“What’s up with them?” one of the men sitting at the bar asked you.

“Don’t know for sure,” you replied. “The whole squad came in earlier, asking for information. I get the feeling their commander is kind of a hardass,”

“Bet they just need to blow off some steam then,” the man said, and you nodded in agreement. With a sly look, the man glanced over at the troopers. “I’m sure you could offer them a much better way to relax,”

“You’re such a creep,” you deadpanned back, and the man laughed. “Besides, I don’t think clones are really my type,”

The door swung open with a clatter, and the orange-visored Commander stood in the doorway once more. You winced at the sudden loud noise.

“Is that Commander Hardass?” the man at the bar asked, and your grimace was enough to answer his question.

“Crys, Wooley, get back to camp,” the commander ordered, not even needing to raise his voice. The tipsy clones mumbled apologies and tossed a handful of credits on the table before shuffling out of the bar.

“What the hell!” you snapped at the clone commander. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“It was their turn for watch,” the clone said, sliding onto one of the unoccupied stools at the bar. The man you were speaking with earlier looked between the two of you, amused. “I’d like a drink. Corellian whiskey,”

“It’s after last call,” you lied.

“Since you won’t give me any information, the least you can do is give me a drink,” the commander said, taking off his helmet and setting it on the bar next to him. You stood there for a moment, simply taking the clone in. He somehow looked older than the other clones; perhaps it was just exhaustion from the war. His face was partially marred by a scar, but it only served to make him look more striking. It was the challenging look in his eyes, however, that made you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“So, you must be Commander Hardass,” the man at the bar said. You braced yourself for a fight, but instead, the clone just sipped on his drink, not even glancing at the other man.

“That’s Marshal Commander Hardass,” the clone replied. “But I much prefer to just be called Cody,”

“Well, well! We’ve got a big man in charge, here!” the man said, obviously inebriated. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was probably time to start clearing everyone’s checks.

“I think you’ve had enough, hun,” you drawled to the man, taking his now empty glass away from him. “You should be getting on home,”

“Come on! I just wanted in on the fun!” the man protested, but Cody shot him a glare, and the man dropped credits on the bar and left without further complaint.

You went about your nightly duties of wiping down tables and clearing tabs, only having to break up one drunken argument before it turned into a brawl. By the time you were finished, the Commander was the only person left in the bar.

“Time to go,” you said, voice clipped. Cody looked up at you, still nursing his glass of whiskey. You couldn’t help but find yourself staring as an errant drop of liquid ran spilled over his lip and down his chin, trailing a path down his neck. You swallowed hard.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay and chat,” he countered, as if daring you to throw him out once more.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” your reply was weakened by the slight crack in your voice as you watched Cody grip his drink tightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly in his throat as he swallowed the whiskey, and your eyes traced over the movement.

“No more little speeches?” he taunted you. “I even went so far as to buy a drink,”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the guy you’re looking for,” you said, a hint of resignation in your voice. “And if I did, I have no reason to trust you,”

“Your lack of trust certainly isn’t stopping you from eye-fucking me from across the bar,” Cody countered, and you blushed bright red. So he had noticed.

“I think you may be misconstruing my looks, Commander,” you tried to regain your blasé attitude, but it was no use.

“No, I think I’m quite right,” he said mildly as if he wasn’t laying all your dirty secrets on the table for him to peruse. “For someone who hates the war, you sure do seem to want a big, bad soldier to put you in your place,”

You gave up on trying to act aloof: “Hating the war and recognizing a good fuck aren’t mutually exclusive,”

A gloved hand fisted into your blouse and pulled you over the bar, and Cody crashed his lips into yours with so much force you felt your teeth clatter together. As you melted into the kiss, you weren’t quite sure if you had won your little battle of wills with the Commander, but at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

With surprising grace, Cody climbed over the bar and pushed you backward, framing your body by placing his arms on either side of you. He kissed you once more, less violent, but no less passionate. When you let out a soft whimper, Cody seized your moment of weakness and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Mm, cyare, look at you,” he breathed out, and you felt your face get hot at his praise. One gloved hand ran over the curve of your hip and up the side of your ribcage, before dragging up the side of your neck and gripping your chin between his fingers. “Absolutely at my mercy,”

As much as you were sure you looked the part of a good submissive, eyes glassy and mouth slightly agape, you refused to give him the satisfaction of having won so easily.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Commander,” you taunted, dropping one hand to press against his codpiece. He hissed at the contact, even though it wasn’t direct, and you smirked.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Cody said darkly in your ear. “Don’t get in over your head,”

“I won’t,” you replied confidently, mustering up all your strength to keep your voice even, despite the way one of his large hands was kneading the flesh of your waist. “I’m quite sure that you’ll be a mess for me by the end of the night,”

It was like you had flipped a switch in Cody’s head, and any sort of softness he was holding onto flew out the window. The hand that was gently touching your waist soon captured your wrist in a bruising grip, and he pulled you flush against his body.

“Is there somewhere more private that we can do this?” he asked, and you nodded frantically.

“I have an apartment above the bar,” you managed to stammer out.

“Good,” Cody said, grabbing his helmet and dragging you up the stairs by the wrist. You followed along but made sure to walk slowly, just so he’d have to put the extra bit of effort into getting you there. As you resisted, his fingers tightened slightly in warning.

When you had gotten upstairs and into the bedroom of your small apartment, Cody finally released your arm. He dropped his helmet on your dresser and pushed you back onto the bed, kissing you again. You whimpered as he slipped a hand under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.

“Cody--” you gasped between kisses, but Cody only smirked and pinched your nipple roughly. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, trying to press into his touch.

“No, no. Address me with respect,” he said, and you whimpered as he looked down at you. One of his legs slotted between yours, and he held himself over your chest with his free arm. All you could think of was how he looked over you.

“Commander,” you said in a mockingly sweet tone. Cody growled and kissed you again, this time trailing kisses and soft bites down your neck and jaw. The hand that had been covering your breast was now toying with the edge of your shirt, and you pulled back to let him take it off. When your shirt was discarded, Cody made quick work of your bra, and you had to hold back a moan as he looked at your now exposed chest reverently.

“See something you like?” you teased, but the dark look in Cody’s eyes shut you up immediately. He looked near feral, as if he was trying to stop himself from lunging at you right then and there. Involuntarily, a grin started to creep across your face.

“Something funny, pretty girl?” Cody said, reaching out and grazing his thumb over one of your nipples.

“You just look so eager--ah!” you were cut off as Cody took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against you as you continued to whimper, your breathy moans turning needy as he continued his work.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he teased, sitting back so he could watch your chest heave as you sucked in labored breaths.

“Cody, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now,” you said, but your threat had no force behind it. Nonetheless, Cody started to remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not very patient,” he said, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been known to be a bit demanding at times,” you said, pleased that you got what you wanted.

“The only thing you’ll be by the time I’m finished is a cockdumb little whore,” Cody challenged, and you swallowed thickly. He had finished taking off his armor and was now pulling his shirt over his head, and you tried to memorize the plains of his body as quickly as you could. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin trail of dark hair that crept down below the waistband of his blacks.

“See something you like?” he parroted back your earlier words. You nodded, and Cody smiled as he tugged you closer to him once more. His hands worked at the button on your pants, and before you knew it, he was shimmying the garment down your hips, leaving you in just your panties. With a gentle push, you fell back against the bed and Cody positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties, pretty girl,” Cody said, tracing one finger lightly over your slit. You whined, trying to jerk your hips up for more friction, but he merely chuckled and placed an arm over your hips. “No, you’ll take what I give you,”

“Yes, Commander,” you looked down at him with glassy eyes, the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over you was almost too much. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because Cody pulled your panties to the side and dove in, lapping up the wetness you had already created before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your mouth dropped open with your loud moan.

“For all your bravado, you’re quite easy to control,” Cody said, voice rumbling against you in a way that sent sparks flying up your spine. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it; the way he was working your body right now, you would’ve committed murder if he’d asked. His tongue traced lazy circles over your clit, occasionally dipping down to thrust into you for a moment, making you squeal.

“Ahh! Commander!” your moans were whiny, and you could almost feel Cody’s ego inflating as you writhed underneath him. Suddenly, he slipped one thick finger into you, and you clenched around it so hard that Cody throbbed in his blacks.

“That’s it, take my fingers. Have to prepare you for my cock, pretty girl,” he growled before giving your clit another teasing lick. A second finger joined the first, and you bucked your hips up to meet them. Cody laughed. “It’s so easy to make you squirm,”

“Don’t get smug on me,” you tried to scold him, but it came out as a whine. You could rapidly feel your orgasm approaching, and you tried to warn the man underneath you, but your words all turned into moans as you tried to form them.

“Come on, pretty girl, let go for me,” Cody ordered, and you did as he asked. Clenching around his fingers, you whimpered as he worked you through it. It wasn’t until you were too over sensitive to bear it that he finally pulled away.

“Holy shit,” you said dreamily, head still a little fuzzy from your orgasm. Cody kissed you once more, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Commander, please,”

“Please what?” he said back, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I want,” you said, trailing your hand down until you could rub him through his blacks. He groaned as you palmed him, and you smiled innocently.

“Ask for it nicely,” Cody teased. He was nearly as impatient as you were, however, and he was already reaching for the waistband of his blacks.

“Please fuck me, Commander,” you said, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. Your shame had flown completely out the window, your brain now singularly focused on the man above you.

Grinning eagerly, Cody pulled off his pants and discarded them, and your mouth hung open slightly at the sight of his cock. You quickly closed it when you heard Cody snort in amusement, and pouted as he lined himself up.

“You still want this?” he asked, face so close that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Stop teasing and just do it already!” your voice pitched up as he slowly pushed himself in. You could feel him stretching you, and Cody swore under his breath as he bottomed out.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, rocking his hips slightly to let you adjust to the movement. You hooked one leg around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into you.

“Please, I’m not gonna break, Commander,” you gave him your best doe eyes, and Cody growled and thrust into you hard, pushing you up the bed slightly. He kept a steady pace, making sure to press his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust. He grabbed the leg that you had wrapped around his waist and pulled it up until it was sitting on his shoulder, letting him hit a whole new angle inside you.

Your whimpering turned into loud moans as he continued pounding into you, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you that sent spots flying through your vision. Cody gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you. His face was dusted pink from exertion, and his pupils were blown so wide that they nearly eclipsed the soft amber of the iris.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Cody groaned, his grip on your chin tightening. “Want my pretty girl to feel good,”

“So fucking good, feel so big inside me,” you stammered, unable to think about much other than the way he was fucking you. Your back arched off the bed as Cody dropped your chin and trailed his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

“There’s my little cockdumb girl,” he said, a tinge of admiration in his voice. “Taking me so fucking well,”

“Yes, please, anything!” your words were jumbled, but Cody seemed to know what you meant. His thumb worked faster on your clit, and you squirmed, trying to lean into the touch and wriggle away from it at the same time. Cody held you in place, watching your chest heave as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said, and you did, a broken moan of his name on your lips. He fucked you through it, his thrusts getting erratic as you tightened around him. As you trembled with the aftershocks, you were able to see Cody pull out of you and jerk himself a few times, before spilling all over his hand and your stomach.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” you said. Your voice was still a little shaky, and Cody laughed at how fucked out you sounded. He swiped a towel from your attached ‘fresher and cleaned you off, before falling into bed beside you.

“Practice,” he said smugly, and you rolled your eyes. “So was I?”

“Hmm?” you mumbled sleepily, snuggling your face into the clone’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you comfortingly.

“You said I looked like a good fuck. Was I?” he said, kissing the top of your head playfully.

“Well, I’m not completely cockdumb like you said I’d be,” you said, a mischievous smirk on your face. Cody sat up, a wicked look in his eyes. A surge of arousal pooled in your stomach.

“Guess we’re not done, then,”

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Prompt: Above (but slightly altered)

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader (POV alternates between them)

Wordcount: 4,963

Rating: M

Trigger Warning: Graphic depictions of domestic violence, implied/suggested rape, and violence

A/N: Ok, so I got carried away with this one. This prompt has been in my head for a long time, and I didn’t know where I wanted to go with it. But if you’re a little emo millennial like I am, you’ll remember the song “Face Down” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus that came out in like, 2010 or something. I listened to this song over and over again one day while I was driving and this idea came to my head. Please abide by the trigger warnings, as I feel this is pretty triggering. But I do hope those of you who enjoy the whole angsty vibe enjoy this.

And [y/f’s/n] = Your friends name

Prompt below the cut:

"Over here," the grip of his hand on your upper arm alerted you that you were moving through the crowd too quickly. He directed you back down the path he wanted to go. Hundreds of people lined the main street of Konoha in the culmination of the day's festival. You looked up, adjusting your kimono as you noted some teens arranging fireworks to be set off on the roof across from you.

"This is a festival to celebrate love and relationships," you reminded your husband, frowning as he continued away from the festival's main road. You pushed a piece of hair away from your face, the hot air causing it to stick to your forehead with sweat.

"What does it matter? We're already married, aren't we?" Aiko sighed, his irises pointing north in irritation. You noticed and agreed not to speak of it again.

"Hey, Jiro!" Aiko's demeanor changed instantly at the sight of his friends huddled around a table, sake being poured generously all around. Slapping his hand between the man's shoulder blades, you watched your husband smile for the first time that day.

Within moments, the lanterns in the streets were lit, and a glass of the fermented alcohol shoved haphazardly in your hand. The three men leaned against the table as you watched more people walk by, snippets of conversations passing you. You smiled dolefully as a young couple crossed the path before you, their enamored expressions radiating off their faces.

You wearily twisted your wedding band with your thumb.

Across the street, three men leisurely pitched themselves against the plank siding of Konoha's Dango shop. Despite the men lacking the commonly ordered shinobi uniform, one could still discern the nature of the three ninjas simply the way they displayed themselves. Although they were not on duty at the moment, their demeanor barely skimmed the surface of leisure.

"Oiy," one burly gentleman sighed, exasperated by his friend's lack of interest, "Kakashi, won't you put that book down? Just enjoy the evening."

The taller man shrugged, the tilt of his grey hair below the paper lantern above casting a shadow over his already partially covered face. He turned another page calmly, not looking up.

"I'm here, aren't I? Isn't that enough for you both?" Kakashi responded, his thumb resting between the pages of his novel. A single dark eye glanced up at the two men.

"Just listen to Guy," the brown-haired man exhaled, gesturing to the enthusiastic friend between them. "It would be nice to have you present once in and while. Maybe you can find a girlfriend here instead of always relying on that stupid book of yours for pleasure."

Kakashi sighed heavily, scoffing at his friend and snapping the book shut in his palm, replacing it in the pocket of his kimono. Above them, the sudden popping sounds of fireworks shooting into the night sky filled the air.

"I love the energy here," the man named Guy proclaimed suddenly, turning to look at the teenagers on the roof above them set up another round of colorful bursting rockets. The man clenched his fists in enthusiasm, smiling broadly.

"I remember being that young," he said suddenly, "the rich life of youth!"

Kakashi folded his arms across his chest and slumped deeper against the building. He had waited for this festival to end hours ago, imagining the familiarity of his warm bed at home and the burning desire for his mind to rest in the comfort of the book in his pocket.

As the stream of citizens bustling down the dirt street finally divided, the silver-haired shinobi's eye settled on a woman across the street. Despite the clarity of her disquieted gaze, her appearance caught the shinobi's attention as his eye swiveled back to her.

For a moment, something within his mind was set ablaze. The silver-haired man tilted his chin, studying the woman as she nursed a small glass of the clear liquid in her hand. Her slender fingers tapped against the drink while her thumb nervously twisted at the silver band on her ring finger.

Behind his mask, he frowned slightly. She was taken, obviously. How could she not be? There was a grace to her that would be swept up by any man lucky enough to get close to her. Despite the obvious conclusion that he had made about her status, his eyes couldn't seem to leave her. The uneasy expression on her delicate features tugged at something within him.

"I'm going to go get us a drink," Tenzo clapped a hand to his thigh, leaning forward from the wall. "Sound good?"

Kakashi nodded, looking away from the woman as another pack of eager teenagers wandered between her and the men. Instead, he watched Yamato push his way to the bar across the street where she stood, offering three fingers to the bartender in request.

As Yamato waited, Kakashi observed the man at the table in front of the bar. A boisterous laugh echoed from the man's husky chest, slamming down an empty glass that once held a generous amount of sake.

"If I really wanted to, I could take on any of these shinobi," Kakashi heard the man say to his friend. "I don't need to know any of that ju-ju shit."

Beside him, Guy was oblivious to the entertainment unfolding before them. Kakashi managed to stifle a chuckle, looking away as the man began to roll up his sleeve to show off his beefy arm muscles. His single eye swiveled back to the woman, clearly embarrassed by the man's humiliating masquerade of virility beside her.

The connection was suddenly made clear to Kakashi.

"Hey, you!" the man yelled over the table, pointing to Yamato as he used an extra wooden hand to carry the three glasses back to his friends.

"You're a shinobi, aren't you?"

"Yes," Kakashi heard Yamato say, clearly unaware of the man's prior antics moments before, "Why?"

"C'mere for a second," the man chuckled, waving the shinobi over. The burly man's friends snickered around the table, turning around to observe Kakashi's friend. Kakashi stood straighter. Beside him, Guy did the same, also suddenly aware of the strange situation displaying before them.

A fist flew through the air without warning, and the sound of shattering glass filled the bar. Three glasses of sake spilled around their feet as Yamato's hand gripped the man's fist in front of his face agilely.

"Aiko, stop!" The woman Kakashi had noted minutes before cursed at her husband, her eyes wild with embarrassment and anger. "What is wrong with you?"

Yamato pushed back with one hand as Kakashi and Guy carefully made their way across the street to assist if needed. The man stumbled back, shaking his head in disgust.

"You men are useless," he spat at Yamato. Kakashi and Guy stood at Yamato's shoulder. "All you stupid fucks do is go out and use your little magic to bring war to our village. Just because people aren't inherently born with your stupid-"

"That's enough," Kakashi commanded suddenly, taking a step forward. His other lid slid open, the twirl of three tomoe in his glowing eye a jarring sight to the group of men. Aiko scoffed, brushing off the scarecrow's display of authority before sitting back down.

Kakashi turned, impervious to the man's words. As Guy opened his mouth beside him, Yamato quickly directed him away.

Making his way back through the crowd, Kakashi glanced over at the woman beside him, her expression a blend of humiliation and gratitude.

Clutching your drink, you stared at the silver-haired shinobi in front of you as he passed. The glow of his red eye eerie as he slowly closed his lid again. Did he know?

******

2 Months Later

The humidity in the air was stifling. The typical steady flow of children darting about in the streets seemed to have been reduced to merely a trickle of one or two Genin desperately trying to cool themselves with the gardening hose outside the Yamanaka Flower Shop.

The wait between missions was always a relatively appeasing time for the jounin leader. Although today, as he patrolled the streets with a book in his hand, he longed for a mission to a place with a cooler temperature than the sweltering climate he walked the streets in now. Drips of sweat cascaded down his spine, dampening his undershirt all the way to his vest.

"Oh!" was all Kakashi heard as he felt the weight of someone walk into him. The pages of his book flew through the air, minging with a bag of groceries that fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" he heard as he quickly assessed the situation. A messy lump of [y/h/c] knelt before him, picking up the groceries that had been scattered about the street.

"No need to be sorry," he told the woman quickly, kneeling beside her.

"I should have been looking where I was going," clearly flustered by the situation, she continued to grab her groceries and place them back in the bag.

"It's okay," he chuckled, glancing up at her. His chest tightened for a moment as he viewed the woman he had seen in the bar a few months prior. Her beauty remained, but the apparent cast of malaise had overtaken her. He blinked, taken aback by the situation that had suddenly unfolded before him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, lifting an arm to her shoulder, "did you hurt yourself?"

She evaded his touch, pulling away with her bag of groceries. He withdrew his gesture as she stood, clutching the bag to her chest. Looking down, he observed the wedding band still on her thinning finger. She looked ill, he thought. Or, at the very least, quite exhausted. Beneath his mask, his lips curved into a frown.

"I'm fine. I must be going," she told him quickly, brushing by him. It was now evident to the jounin how this large bag of groceries had obscured this woman's view enough to run into him in the first place.

"Let me at least help you carry your bag," Kakashi offered, taking a step towards her.

"No!" she told him quickly, pulling the paper bag away from his grasp. "I'm fine, thank you."

As she turned the arm grasping the bag away from him, his single eye glanced down at a deep-set bruise on her upper arm. The clear markings of four fingers having once gripped the skin caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably. He opened his mouth, attempting to frame a sentence of carefully composed words to her, but only a pause came from his lips.

Without another word, the woman turned from him and quickly began heading over the bridge to the other side of town. Her gait struck him as rather peculiar, almost as though she were trying to make up the time she had lost moments before. Looking down, he grabbed his book from the dusty street and shoved it in his pocket, uneasy from the interaction.

****

3 Months Later

Fall had arrived before you had even noticed the conclusion of the warmer days of the year. The lustrous canopies of trees that cocooned the village had shifted to autumn's mute yet vibrate colors. The crisp air of the night nipped at your cheeks as you walked at the ankles of your husband, keen to keep a distance yet knowledgeable enough not to fall behind.

Another festival had arrived, this one focused on family. The two of you were supposed to be a family, having been married over two years ago. Yet you didn't feel like that was the case. It was almost as though the moment you had said "I do" to Aiko, he had changed. He had wanted a maid, a mother, and a ragdoll in one package.

As the evening had progressed, you were sure he had learned his lesson from the previous spring festival. But once the arrival of his friends had commenced, you knew it would be similar. The gnawing, raw feeling in your stomach caused acid to flow freely into your mouth.

You remembered the last festival, the one where he had made a fool of himself in front of those shinobi men. He had scolded and ridiculed you for not supporting him at that moment. It was considerably evident that your husband was no match for a trained ninja of the Leaf. Yet, his disgust for the protectors of the village only grew more. You suspected it was rooted in jealousy.

Not realizing the extent of his burned complex that night, you had continued to go about the evening, unaware of what was to come. Once you had arrived home, it had been the first time the verbal abuse had turned physical. The memory of his grip flush against the curve of your neck, pinning you to the wall as he spat in your face, was as clear as it had been the night it happened. You could still hear his words, appalled that his wife had not supported him- maybe then he would have won. You could still feel the glass that had shattered and plunged into your skin as he threw you into the coffee table.

You took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your anxiety that rose within you. You prayed it wouldn't be that kind of night. You prayed it wouldn't be the type of evening where you were both his physical punching bag and his sex ragdoll. The apologies he whispered to you after as he held you down to "make love" to you caused your skin to crawl.

The abuse was blatant; there was no denying it. You couldn't say to yourself, "he loves me," because he did not. Yet, you couldn't find the strength or the dignity to leave. The more his words stung, the more you felt you deserved them.

As you traveled through the street, you looked around, watching families partake in the street vendor sweets and games provided to them. Your hand went to your stomach, the emptiness within it a sad reminder that you were still not a mother.

"What are you doing?" Aiko asked abruptly, his voice dripping with contempt and impatience. You turned your head, hurrying back over to him as you hadn't even realized you stopped walking.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

Later in the evening, the wind had picked up, and the festival lanterns waved in the breeze. Once again, the sake was flowing freely. It was setting up to be just as it had been that night in the spring. Your skin itched with anxiety. The wedding band on your finger was looser than before, falling to your knuckle as you sipped your drink nervously.

"I bet you could take him out," you heard Aiko's friend say to him. Your eyes widened, and you looked to the sky, a silent prayer for peace falling from your lips. The obsession with shinobi had only grown worse since the incident. As unbenounced ninja passed them on the street, spit would fly from your husband's mouth to their sandaled feet. Mortified, you would always look away.

But tonight, as you looked over at your husband in the bar, you realized the three men from that evening were behind him. The realization of what your husband and his friends were discussing hit you, and you quickly sucked down your alcohol to ease your distress.

That shinobi that had helped you in the street that one day was there as well—the same one with the dancing red eye that had looked at you at the spring festival.

Was he looking at you? You wondered, catching the gaze of his dark eye from across the room. You looked down at your empty drink, feeling a blush creep up your neck that didn't seem like it was from the sake.

He was handsome, you thought to yourself. You remembered the day you had bumped into him in the street, the way he had chucked at the way you apologized so profusely. When he had walked by you with that eye that night in the spring, it had felt like a real shock of electricity ran through your body.

A clamor of chairs brought you out of your daydream as you quickly looked up, startled by the sudden noise.

"Aiko!" you yelled, seeing your husband up against a wall with the forearm under his neck that belonged to the same shinobi he had tried to fight in the spring. This couldn't be happening, you thought.

The shinobi with a terribly styled bowl cut pulled your husband off of the young man, restraining him.

"What is your problem?" the brown-haired man shouted to Aiko, pushing him as the other held him in a headlock.

"Guy, Tenzo!" the silver-haired man stood between them, pulling the men apart.

A glob of spit flew through the air, hitting the man named Tenzo in the cheek. He gritted his teeth, angered as your husband looked at him in satisfaction.

"Fuck you," Aiko said, "and fuck your stupid job."

"Tenzo!" Kakashi forcefully shoved his comrade back as he lunged towards the man. "Enough! Guy, let's go!"

Embarrassment flooded you like no other. The overwhelming realization of what had just unfolded before you caused acid to erupt in your stomach. You put your glass down, running out of the bar and into the street. You didn't care if your husband couldn't find you - you didn't care about it at all. You were mortified, mortified to be around him, associated with him, to be married to him.

You pushed through the crowd, finding a dark alleyway at the end of the street where you could find solitude and rest for a moment. Tears streamed from your face as you slid your back down the side of a building. You held your face in your hands, unable to control the sob that erupted from your chest. You stayed there, clutching your knees to your chest as time ticked by.

You were angry with yourself. You were disgusted for having been stupid enough to get yourself in a situation with such a dreadful and disorderly man. This was your fault, you thought. Your responsibility for not seeing the signs, for not realizing who he was -

"Get up," you heard, interrupting your thoughts. Your body froze, unable to register the gravity of what was about to happen. You looked up, seeing the outline of your husband against the backlight of the street behind him.

"Please, Aiko, I'm just-"

"Get up!"

You stood to your feet, your knees shaking uncontrollably beneath you. There was nothing you could do now. You had to deal with whatever was going to be delt to you. The rational side of your brain knew it wasn't your fault he had made a fool of himself, yet his tainted reputation and burned-out dignity only enraged him more- and somehow, you felt responsible. You were his punching bag - his relief.

"Why did you leave?" he demanded, taking a step forward.

"I was feeling ill," you told him, standing your ground as you lifted your chin.

"You think you can leave?" he asked, his hot breath on your face. The stale smell of alcohol on his breath tickled your nose, causing nausea to churn in your stomach more.

"You think you're better than me? Do you think this is all a game? That these men are better than me?"

"I never-" the sudden grip of his hand on your jaw caught your tongue between your teeth, the taste of metal in your mouth quickly spreading.

"You disgust me," he seethed, the sweaty skin of his nose touching yours. Without hesitation, he threw your body to the side of the alley, slamming your head between the trashcans.

"Go ahead, get up," he urged you mockingly as his foot slammed into your stomach.

"Get up!" he yelled, watching you curl your body in pain on the concrete.

Aiko curled his hand into a fist, raising it above him as he leaned down. You braced your body for impact, knowing full well what was about to happen. Anger at yourself overwhelmed you.

The sound of trashcans being pushed to the side abruptly filled the air of the small alleyway. You felt one hit the top of your head, and you moved quickly, sitting up with wide eyes. Your husband's arm was twisted behind him, and his face pushed into the brick building behind you. Blood seeped from a cut on his forehead.

"You can't hit a real man, so you think you can hit a woman? You feel like a man now? Huh?"

The comprehension of what was happening hit you as you scrambled back from the scene. The silver-haired ninja with the red eye slammed your husband harder against the wall, using the firm grip on Aiko's wrist to move him as though he weighed nothing.

"Get off of me!" Aiko cried furiously, forcefully trying to free himself from the man's grip. You looked down, seeing the shinobi's forearm flex as he gripped your husband's wrist tighter.

"Break your arm," the shinobi urged mockingly, "that's the only way you'll get out of this."

Your husband thrust himself backward, wildly trying to free himself. Your eyes widened as you watched in one swift motion the shinobi pull Aiko to the ground, a fist landing firmly on his jawline. You closed your eyes, hearing the sounds of knuckles to flesh penetrate your mind. A mixture of anxiety and relief overwhelmed your senses.

When the noises had settled, you looked up, watching the shinobi's chest heave in and out as he caught his breath—blood coating his knuckles. Your hand went to your mouth, shaking. He turned to look at you, his red eye open and glowing in the darkness. You scrambled to your feet.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quickly, his expression turning from blind rage to concern. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

You reached up, touching the trickle of blood that streamed down from your hairline as the adrenaline from the situation began to die in your system. You felt dizzy, whether from the situation or the injury, you weren't sure. But when you looked back up, the man's spinning red eye was closed again, and he stared at you with worry.

You looked to your beaten husband, his face puffy and red as he slumped against the wall, unconscious.

"Is-Is-" you tried, words failing you as your body shook uncontrollably.

"He's not dead," the shinobi told you quickly, "just unconscious. I just - I saw what he did to you and - he's the lowest scum on this earth."

His words fell silent as his chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. The adrenaline and anxiety that had been building up in you peaked as your knees gave way below you. Your body fell to the ground as you let out a loud sob, one that had been accumulating within you for months. The overwhelming, unrelenting sense of fear that consumed you day in and day out had diminished, if only for a moment, right now.

"Hey," he called quickly, kneeling before you. His voice was calm. You felt his hand on your shoulder, gentle and assuring as you cried. "Hey, it's okay."

"This is my life," you felt the words tumble from your mouth, "this is how I live, day in and day out. These bruises are normal; this fear is normal."

His silver eyebrows turned up in grief as waves of emotions overtook your body. After a moment, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. This stranger, having saved you and comforted you in a dark alley in the middle of a festival. This stranger, who knew nothing of you, yet held you close to his beating chest as you clutched his kimono. You felt his hand on the back of your head, his skin sticky with your husband's blood.

"It's okay," you heard him say to you, his chin atop of your head, "It's okay. I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I promise."

*****

Spring had come again. The blossoming sakura leaves a staple as the annual festival celebrating love commenced in the streets once again. You walked by yourself through the crowd, the newfound strange sense of independence feeling like a breath of fresh air to your lungs. You looked around, observing the same throng of teenagers pass by, another year older.

You stopped, letting the dog at your side sniff a street pole. You smiled, leaning down to pet your brute of a hound. He looked up at you, wagging his tail at the affection you provided.

"Good boy, Megumi," you smiled, flipping his ears warmly. Megumi had been given to you by that ninja named Kakashi after you had returned from the hospital for the severe concussion you had received that night. You were unsure where he had gotten the pup from, but the dogs small, doting eyes staring back at you won you over instantly.

"He'll serve as a good sense of protection," Kakashi had told you, "and if you need any help training him, I'd be happy to help."

That had been the last time you had seen the man who had saved you. Although often, you were sure you had seen him pass by you in the streets, only to realize it was someone else. You wondered how he was doing.

Your husband had been promptly thrown into prison, collected on domestic abuse charges that were not tolerated within the village whatsoever. You slipped your bare ring finger through one of the loops of Megumi's chain. The divorce had been finalized last month.

"[y/n]," someone had called. You turned, seeing your friend, [y/f's/n] wave happily to you. You smiled as she handed you a cup of warmly brewed tea.

"How are you?" She asked brightly, "it's so nice to see you out. And how is little Megumi?"

She bent down to pet the dog's ample head—another tail wag.

"I'm good," you smiled. Your smile was genuine, your heart light. "Thank you. How are you?"

"Happy to see my friend!" the woman smiled, hugging your shoulders from the side. You beamed, laughing with your friend for what felt like the first time in years. Just as you turned your head, tittering off a laugh, your eye caught sight of a turf of silver hair in the sunlight. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you blinked.

"What is it?" your friend asked, her face falling.

"Nothing, it's just -" you tried but couldn't form the words. It had been seven months since you had seen Kakashi. The angle of the lantern's light catching his sharp features as he conversed with his two friends. Beside you, your friend traced your gaze to the man a few meters away.

"Is that-?" she trailed off, watching your face flush as your fingers tapped nervously against the cup of tea in your hand.

"You're blushing!" she pointed out, a playful finger pointed at your nose.

"I'm not," you waved a hand, "I'm just surprised to see him."

"Why don't you go talk to him?"

"Oh no, I couldn't," you shook your head, fidgeting with Megumi's leash.

"But he saved you! You should at least see how he's doing."

"He was just doing his job, [y/f's/n]," you sighed, rolling your eyes at your friend.

"No, it doesn't matter. You should go talk to him," she urged, pushing you towards him.

"[Y/f's/n]!" she pushed you through the crowd, children dispersing as your dog sniffed his way over to Kakashi's leg.

"Hey!" Kakashi chucked to the dog, a smile forming under his mask. His eyes traveled up the dog's chain to you as your friend's hands left your shoulders, disappearing into the crowd.

"[y/n]," Kakashi smiled in surprise, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he looked at you. "I didn't-"

"How are you?" you asked suddenly, feeling your face flush. Kakashi blinked his single eye, tracing your face with his gaze as if to memorize it. You were sure you looked healthier than the last time he had seen you.

"I'm good," he said finally, not realizing his friends disappearing behind him with snickering looks over their shoulder. "How are you?"

"Better," you smiled softly, holding Megumi's leash tightly as the dog sniffed at his feet. Kakashi leaned down to pet the dog, smiling as he patted the side of his chest.

"And I see Megumi is doing good too," he cooed at the hound.

"He is," you nodded, "thank you again."

"Not a problem," he leaned back up, catching your eye again. You looked away, your chest flushing. A few awkward beats passed between you as you watched a couple pass by, their hands intertwined as they strolled down the street.

"Would you- like to grab something to eat?" You heard him ask, his voice dripping with nervousness.

You turned back suddenly, your eyes snapping back to his. He smiled softly, lifting his eyebrows.

"They have some good food stands here this time of year," he commented, "but if you'd rather not or if you're with your frien-"

"Of course," you said quickly, "I would love to."

His eyes perked up at your acceptance, turning into two small crescent moons. He turned, waiting for you to follow. Your instinct told you to stay a foot behind him, but when he waited for you to step beside you, you realized he wanted you next to him.

"So, are you wishing for anything?" he trailed off as the two of you began walking, a smile on your face.

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Useless - Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (part one)

Warnings: 18+ Adult content!, Werewolves, A/B/O, Possessive behavior, Dark, Non con/dub con, Forced marriage, power imbalance, general misogyny, Punishments, smut, violence .

Summary: “Trying to fight this is useless doll, we’ll always end up right back here.” You’re the bottom of the pack, an Omega, and Steve has chosen you for his mate.

A/N: This will probably be two or three parts. Likes, reblogging, comments are always welcome.

Word count: 3.2k

Present

The forest is cold and dark. Snow drifts down, soaking your coat and chilling you to the bone but you barely notice. All you can think about is getting away. You’ve been running for so long and need a break. You look back, slowing to a brisk walk when you don’t see anything. You can’t stop moving, not until you’re at the edge of your pack's territory, not until you’re safe.

They weren’t expecting you to do it. It’s always been an option but you’ve never actually known anyone who has run. Wolves need and like pack structures, leaving doesn’t even cross most of their minds. You know a few who have mated into other packs but running is unheard of. You’re different though. You've never felt content with the structure or hierarchy. The way you’ve grown up has left you with contempt for pack life. Even still, you would have stayed despite it if it wasn’t for Steve. You don’t want to run from your friends and family, don’t want to leave the life you’ve known since birth. The decision to run was hard but you had to make it.

2 months ago.

“Y/N We need to talk to you,” Your mom tells you over the phone.

“What is it? What happened?”

“Just come over tonight for dinner ok?”

You hang up your phone worried and confused. You see your parents almost every day and already plan on having dinner with them tomorrow. Your mom didn’t sound upset, in fact she seemed excited, but you have the sinking feeling that something is very wrong.

You arrive at your parents house at six, walking in and hanging up your jacket. You always feel calm in your childhood home. It’s familiar and warm. You had the option to stay, most Omegas do, but you wanted to have a place of your own. As soon as you came of age you packed up and moved into your own home on the compound. Getting a little space, as small as it is, has helped you be content with your life.

There’s a nice smell coming from the kitchen and you kick your shoes off and make your way through the house.

“Mom, Dad, I’m here.”

You walk into the kitchen and see him there with them. Steve Rogers.

“Oh, hi Steve. I didn’t know you would be here too.” Your stomach drops.

“Why don’t we sit down.” Your mom says cheerfully.

You sit across from Steve and start eating. It’s a complicated meal that you know took some time to make. You know why this is happening, why Steve is here and why your parents put in extra effort into this dinner. You act like you don’t know though. Maybe if you act dumb he won’t say what you know he’s about to say.

“Steve has some good news.” you father says, looking at you wearily.

“Oh?”

“I made second Alpha.” Steve says.

“Congratulations,” you deadpan. Your tone doesn’t go unnoticed and your parents both shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Now that it’s official I can finally find a mate.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone great.”

Everyone stares at you but you act oblivious.

“Y/N It’s you. I pick you.”

You set your fork down, finally dropping the act.You’ve always known Steve has a thing for you. You’ve heard through Alpha friends that Steve has asked more than one Alpha to stay away from you. You’ve made it clear that you aren’t interested in him but it obviously hasn’t dissuaded him. It’s not that you’re not attracted to him or think he’s a bad guy, you just don’t feel ready for any sort of relationship yet. You know that for an Omega getting mated means giving up your autonomy. Alphas don’t take things slowly once they start relationships so you’ve been careful around them not to start anything. Maybe you’ll want to be mated and have pups one day but not yet.

“No thank you.”

“Y/N! I’m sorry Alpha, we thought she was over this.” Your father says.

Steve sets his fork down and leans back in his chair.

“I’m not asking, I'm telling. As a pack leader it’s my right to choose a mate. It’s always been you.”

He’s right, His new standing gives him the right to choose a mate. He can pick you if he wants and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it.

“When?”

“Three months.”

You stand and walk away pulling your shoes on quickly and slamming the front door on your way out. Your parents yell and Steve follows behind you, grabbing your forgotten jacket.

“Y/N stop!”

You whip around and glare at him.

“Find a different wolf to mate Steve.”

“No, you’re the one I want.” he crosses his arms and glares right back at you.

“You’re really going to force me to be your mate? You don’t see how fucked up this is?”

“This shouldn’t be a surprise doll, I’ve always made my intentions with you clear.”

“And I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested.”

He lifts his hand to your face wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized you'd shed.

“I don’t get it, why me? You could be with any wolf you want. You could find an Alpha or Beta and be in a power couple or If you wanted someone to do the whole Alpha Omega dynamic thing there are plenty willing Omegas out there.”

Steve bites his bottom lip and grabs you, forcing you into a hug.

“When we were in highschool before I hit my growth spurt and presented as an Alpha everyone thought I would be an Omega, do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

You don’t like thinking about that time in your life. Everyone thought you were going to be an Alpha, including you. You were a confident pup, raised to be a leader. Everything changed when you presented as an Omega and not for the better.

“You were the only one that didn’t bully me back then.”

You pull out of his arms.

“Wait, I was nice to you in highschool so you’re returning the favor by forcing me into a mating bond? What the fuck Steve.”

“It’s not about you, it’s about me. I’ve worked hard for my position in the pack and you’re my reward.”

“I’m not a reward, I'm a person.”

“You’re an Omega.”

“Stay away from me,” you yell. In a moment of pure anger you try, dramatically, to push him over but end up panting against his unmoving body.

You start to shake slightly and Steve holds your jacket open for you.

“Put it on, you’re cold.”

You are cold, but you’re also angry and stubborn. You stare at Steve and clench your jaw. He immediately reacts to the challenge, his body towering over you in a show of dominance. You try to fight against your instincts but they tell you to stand down. He’s your Alpha, even if you weren’t an Omega you would still feel the push to submit to a stronger wolf. You start to waver and finally lower your head. Steve holds the jacket out for you again and this time you put your arms through and zip it up. Steve puts his hand under your chin, gently lifting it until you’re staring at him.

“Trying to fight this is useless doll, we’ll always end up right back here.”

Your body relaxes in defeat and you don’t struggle as Steve puts his arm around you and walks you back to your home. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and waits until you’re inside with the door locked to leave.

Present.

Everyone has the right to run, even Omegas. One chance to make it outside the pack's territory. The rules are that you have to start in the compound, leave after midnight and make it out before sunrise. You can’t use a car or get help from anyone. If you aren’t caught they have to let you go. You will be considered a rogue wolf. You’ll have to find another pack or live like the humans. That’s if you make it out. If you’re caught you will either bare your neck and take any punishment that your Alpha deems necessary or fight one of the pack Alphas, which you know would end up being Steve.

You start running again. You focus on reaching the quickly approaching edge of your pack's territory, ignoring the fact that you can no longer feel your paws due to the snow covered ground. Every step gives you hope. You didn’t tell a soul you were even thinking about leaving but that doesn’t mean nobody noticed. You know Steve has wolves watching you and that’s in addition to the wolves that patrol the woods.

You stop in your tracks when you hear a branch snap. You know they’re here before seeing the group of wolves appear in front of you. They slowly stalk towards you working together to push you away from the border line. You growl and run as fast as you can, trying to get around them. You can see the finish line, you’re so close. You’re tired though and they surround you easily, leaving no way to escape.

1.5 months ago.

You order a drink from the bartender and take a sip. The liquid burns down your throat and your mind feels a little more fuzzy. You come here often with friends. It’s one of the few businesses in town that are completely hidden from the human world, disguised behind a washateria. Wolves from neighboring packs gather here as well as the occasional rogue wolf. It’s generally a good time and tonight is no different.

“He’s here. I told you he’d come.” Wanda says nervously.

You look over to see Steve. His eyes are on you and he’s not even trying to mask his anger a little. Everyone in the bar knows why he’s here, you’re sure at least a few wolves texted him. Even the wolves from other packs shy away from Steve as he takes long strides towards you.

“You’re going to be in so much trouble Y/N.” Natasha says, shaking her head.

“What can I say, I love pissing him off.” you down the rest of your drink, knowing that you probably won't get to stay here much longer.

Steve smiles as he reaches you.

“Y/N.”

You hold your middle finger up toward him and every wolf in the bar goes silent at the display of disrespect. Anyone in the pack would be punished for an action like that and you know exactly what will happen next but don’t care.

Steve acts quickly grabbing the back of your neck and pushing you against the bar.

“Want to try that again?”

He lets you go and motions with his head to the floor. You kneel and look down.

“I’m sorry for my disrespect Alpha.” you say.

Steve crouches in front of you.

“Who is your superior, Omega?”

“You are Alpha.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Stay.”

Steve leaves you kneeling on the floor and orders a drink. He ignores you for a full twenty minutes before reaching down and pulling you up.

“I think you should be getting home now, I’ll drive you.”

You look at your shocked friends and flash a smile before following Steve out of the bar.

Steve takes your hand and pulls you to the alleyway, pushing you against the wall.

“You want to explain yourself?”

“I already apologised.”

Steve pulls his phone out and shows you a video of yourself at the bar twerking while wolves from neighboring packs watch. One walks up to you and flirts and you touch his arm flirting back. You’ve never really been one to show off like that but you’ll do anything if you know it will make Steve angry. You giggle at the sight and Steve growls.

“This looks bad on me, like I can’t control my Omega.”

“You’re welcome to choose a more obedient Omega, one you can control easier.”

“Ah, I see what you’re doing, it’s clever.”

Steve swipes his thumb over your lips.

“You think you can play games with me…”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth slowly.

“but you forget…”

Steve pulls his hand back and places it over your throat.

“Alphas are really good at games...”

He leans in and nibbles on your ear.

“And we always win,” he whispers

Steve lets you go and steps back, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Come.”

Present

Steve shifts into his human form and takes a few steps toward you.

“It’s over Y/N.”

You growl at him and move into a protective stance.

“I know it’s your right but I don’t want to fight you, if you just submit we can end this little rebellion now and go home.”

You stand your ground unwilling to go down without a fight. You know that the fight will leave you more physically hurt than if you submitted and took the punishment but you have to try. If you beat Steve they’ll let you go. You can’t live your life wondering what would have happened even if the chances of you winning are slim. Maybe he’ll get hit by lightning, you never know.

Steve sighs. “I guess we’re doing this.”

One month ago

You fill a cup of coffee and hand it to a customer. You’ve been working at a coffee shop in town since you were a teen and love it. You wipe down the espresso machine and check your watch. Only a few minutes until your shift ends. You hear the jingle of bells that mean a new customer is here and your heart drops as Steve walks in. He walks to the counter and smiles at you.

“Can I get a mocha?”

You roll your eyes and make him his coffee. Steve's face hardens at your attitude and you smirk knowing he can’t do anything here, in a shop where humans visit. You hand him his drink and head to the back to clock out.

“What do you want?” you ask as you walk out of work and to your car.

Steve walks ahead of you and leans against the drivers side door. He raises an eyebrow.

“You’re on thin ice Y/N and not just with me. You’re very close to having town privileges taken away.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“If I was an Alpha nobody would care about my - ” you pause “ - rebellious spirit.”

Steve sets his coffee on top of your car and grabs your wrists in one hand and holds them against himself.

“If you can pull even one hand out of my grip I won’t force you to mate me.”

You know what he’s doing but you pull against him anyways trying to get your arms free. it’s no use. He doesn’t even seem like he’s trying and you give up after only a few minutes. He finally lets your arms go and flips you so your back is against the car. He puts his arms on either side of you and leans in slightly.

“The hierarchy is here for a reason, the sooner you accept it the sooner you can be happy.”

You reach up and grab his hot coffee from behind you throwing it in his face. You immediately regret the decision as he slams his body against you. He grabs your arm so hard you cry out in pain. A car full of humans parks next to you and Steve let's go.

“Hey, Are you ok ma'am?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You smile.

When they leave Steve opens your car door and pushes you in.

“Go home.”

You

Present

Steve shifts back to his wolf and sits down several feet away from you. You lunge for him, getting a bite in and he throws you off. You hit a nearby tree and lie on the ground for a minute before standing and lunging again. He bites you and slams you down and again you stand swaying a bit. You keep going over and over attacking and being thrown against the ground or trees. The Alpha and Beta wolves that have been watching start whimpering at the sight. Several shift into humans to beg you to stop. Steve paces between rounds and you can tell he’s extremely upset with the whole ordeal. Eventually you’re so bruised and battered you have no choice but to bare your neck and submit.

Three weeks ago

You run around your home getting ready for tonight. You’re usually excited for parties. You like when the whole pack gets together. That was before though. You haven't seen Steve since the incident at work and the lack of communication makes you nervous.

You take a deep breath before opening your door. Steve is waiting for you on your porch and looks you up and down before pushing you inside.

“What?”

“Sit.”

You roll your eyes and sit on the couch crossing your arms and Steve stands in front of you.

“Your behavior has gotten out of control.”

You bite your tongue in an attempt to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“We’re taking away your town privileges.”

“What about work?”

“I was going to have you quit after we mate anyway.”

You bury your emotions knowing that acting out in any way will just make everything worse.

“Let’s just go,” you finally say.

Steve puts his arms around you as you walk to the party. Nothing you’ve tried has worked to dissuade him from claiming you. The crazy part is that you don’t even hate him. Your heart flutters when he’s near. You disgusted with yourself for loving the attention. If he had waited you probably would have accepted his advances. He forced you though. Everyone thinks you’re being ridiculous and sometimes you agree but you just can’t bring yourself to give up. You know what you have to do now, what your only choice is if you want freedom. You have to run.

Present

You shiver in the snow, barely conscious. Steve wraps a blanket around you and lifts you into his arms.

“What am I going to do with you? My strong little Omega.” His voice cracks. It’s the first time you’ve heard actual emotion in it.

You drift in and out of consciousness as he carries you to a nearby car parked off road. He drives you back to the compound. The entire pack is silently waiting for you. Your mom cries when she sees your body and your dad won’t even look at you. Steve doesn’t carry you to your home like you expect and instead brings you to his. He lies you in his bed and covers you with several warm blankets before leaving you to sleep.

You failed.

Steve was right, you’ll always end up right back here.

PART TWO

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