#PICK UP YA DAMN SOCKS. PLEASE?

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i'm only 26 i shouldn't be voluntarily sweeping out the dorm laundry room because it was so messy i couldn't stand it and muttering "it looks like a tornado swept through here" and "were you people raised in a barn" and something about punkass crazy teenagers

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~♡~“Hidden promise”Katsuki!x Reader ~♡~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tw: Swearing Themes: Fluff, romantic(?) Summery: Your boyfriend since second year of high school has been acting really weird, like he’s hiding something….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Katsuki has been acting…weird. And you know weird Katsuki. You’ve been living in an apartment with him for years.

Katsuki was calm about things, a little laid back—ya know, when he wasn’t mad, cause then it’s just….boom boom, bye bye. Not a frantic nervous bundle like his recent behavior.

It started with him not letting you come shopping with him, which you were surprised he was doing willingly, let alone by himself.

Then there was the suspicious phone calls with his best friend Kirishima and your best friend Mina. All the whispering, and the second you came in they were suddenly going on about the new Chainsaw Man episode or something.

You had been trying to ignore it, brushing it aside as needing some space. But then things got weirder.

He told you not to look in the drawer of his nightstand, no matter what. Which, of course, only made you want to do it more. But you respected your boyfriends privacy.

Then he told you not to check his phone. Suspicious, but once again, you respected his privacy. He wasn’t the type to cheat, so you weren’t worried about that a whole lot. But there was always the nagging suspicion.

One day, you were baking in the kitchen as Katsuki was answering some emails from his agency, plus bills.

You had been repetitively brushing your hair back, but it was hella stuck in your eyes. After a moment, you groaned and reached for the kitchen drawer of miscellaneous items. You opened it, looking for a hair tie or Bobby pin or something. Instead, your eyes landed on a dark blue velvet box.

“What’s with the little box?” You asked her your shoulder, wondering if it was your boyfriend’s, since you’d never seen it. You picked it up carefully, tilting it side to side.

“The little box?” He muttered absentmindedly, focused on his work. “Oh, probably just the-“ He paused suddenly, looking up form his work.

Out of literally no where, he went wide eyes and legit leapt over the couch armrest, skidded into the kitchen, nearly slipped on the tiles cause of his socks, and snatched the box out of your hand frantically.

Your own eyes widened as he slipped it into his pocket with a huff, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“Don’t open that box if you see it again.” He said, a little out of breath as you gave him a look.

“Why Katsuki?”

“Just don’t.”

“But-“

“Jesus Christ Y/n, please.”

You paused. He never said please unless he was serious. You sighed in defeat, running a hand through the roots of your hair. “Fine.”

~♡~

A couple weeks later, your were packing, getting ready for a trip Katsuki had spontaneously planned. It was to a beach house that you guys had gone to for your anniversary, that you had adored.

You were honestly surprised he had managed to do so, with how demanding pro hero work was, especially with him having just started his agency, you his second in command.

You closed the suitcase you had packed all your stuff in and looked at Katsuki’s. In the mesh side pocket was that damn box again and without realizing, your teeth had gritted.

Katsuki walked in two seconds later, whistling one of his old high school band songs, and holding a pair of phone chargers from the kitchen to pack. Although, he dropped said chargers and stopped whistling when he saw you holding the box, having only managed to open it a crack before he came in.

“Y/n!” He said loudly as you jolted. Shock and dropped the box on the bed. “You said you wouldn’t touch it!”

You paused before sighing and running a hand through your hair. In this relationship, you had always valued communication. And normally, you were good at getting him to eventually talk things out. But now you wanted an explanation more then ever.

“Katsuki, what is in the box?” You asked, eyebrow raised and hands on hips. Your eyes flashed as you stared into his crimson ones, which were in fact, avoiding yours. He rubbed the back of his neck, his ears a little red.

“I’ll show you when we get out there.” He mumbled, but that wasn’t good enough for you.

“Show me now.”

“What? No.”

“Katsuki, you’ve been acting weird all month! Secret calls, telling me to stay away from your phone and drawer, not telling me what’s in the box—c’mon! Don’t just leave me in the dark like this.”

He looked at you before sighing and taking the box from off the bed. “Fine then. Close your eyes.”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh before doing what he asked. You heard some rustling and a soft ‘thump’ form behind your closed lids, waiting.

“Open them.”

You did as he asked and immediately gasped, your hands going up to cover your mouth. There, in front of you, was your boyfriend of god knows how many years, on one knee, the box finally open in his hand.

Inside the blue velvet box, was a ring. It wasn’t any of that cheap gold, no, you could always tell it was really, mixed with real silver. The band looked slightly like a loose two-stand rope, winding around each other. The diamond in the middle was the color of your eyes, and shaped like a four-point star (cause you always have a sparkling aura he loves, and your eyes twinkle when your really happy).

“I was gonna wait until we were out there, but you insisted.” He mumbled, looking away before smirking softly and looking up at you. God you look gorgeous all in awe like that.

You could feel tears prick your eyes as he cleared his throat. Wow. Uh. He had not prepared for this ahead of time.

“S-so.” He said, his voice cracking before he cleared his thrust again. “So. Y/n. You have been—er—ever since—wait, no-“

You let out a shirt and soft laugh through your tears at his attempts to say what he meant. You decided not to but him—and you—through this pain, so without any of the sappy stuff, you said quietly;

“Yes.”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Yes?” When you nodded, he ran a hand through his hair with a small chuckle of relief. “Wow, okay, I was expecting this to be a lot more awkward, or at least that you would say you needed to think about it-“

He got cut off at the last second as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, eyes shut and head tilted. After a split second of shock, he closed his own eyes and kiss back, all the tension leaving his body.

The kiss was soft and gentle, as you wrapped his arms around your neck. Only half paying attention, he managed to slip the ring on your finger in the middle of your half-makeout session.

You pulled away and looked at it with a smile, your face still close to his. “Oh Katsuki, it’s beautiful.” You said with a smile, mentally adding ‘and probably hella expensive��. You looked at him with the tears still in your eyes as one snuck into his own eye. He wiped it away with a small smile, bordering on a smug smirk.

“Good, that fucker cost me an arm and a leg.”

He said as you kissed again, just once. He leaned his forehead against yours and you heard a rare, soft laugh from him.

After a moment, you paused. “I totally fucked up your plans, didn’t I?”

“Yeah ya dumbfuck.

….love ya anyway.”

[stnexus]

Just Before Bed

dom!geto suguru x blk!fem!sub!reader x kinda dom!gojo satoru

18+, R RATED, MINORS DNI

description: no panties at a party? well that’s just unacceptable.

warnings: (y/n) is tipsy here + geto high though all parties are consenting adults, unprotected sex, indicates that there is a safe word if needed (not used every thing is fine and fun), established relationship, geto’s a little mean + kinda a cuck(?) lmao, f + m overstim, squirting, creampie(s), double penetration, dacryphillia, everyone be safe please make sure you are fully grasping my warnings!

names used (?): baby, baby doll, princess, pretty girl, brat, pretty, pretty boy, good girl

word count: 3.1k+

The silver wind chimes on the front porch clanked together as it let out a ring of a beautiful melody. Cold air swirled about, causing the rustle of fallen leaves along the ground. As a car pulled into the drive way all that could be heard was the banging of car doors slamming shut as you and your lovers got out. Causing the chilled gusts of wind to meet your bare arms — damned tube dress.

“tss, satoru baby i’m cold,” you complained as you hugged onto the partner closets to you. almost losing your footing with how intoxicated you were. sloppy drink wouldn’t be used to describe your state — but you definitely had a nice buzz flowing throughout your body. every thought felt fuzzy around the edges, like you could just let yourself float away.

“com’ere, baby doll,” gojo calls out, wrapping his arms around you as he led you both behind geto. your arms wrapped around his white button up cladded torso. the keys jingling about in geto's hand matched the wind chimes song as your second lover made his way to the front door. sifting through the keys on his keychain.

“suguruuu, why’re ya so quiet?” you spoke up with laughter in your tone, one of you fingers playing with a belt loop on gojo's black slacks. your pink acrylics dragging against his clothed hips.

“you know how he gets when he’s high, all quiet and brooding,” gojo laughed, pulling you closer.

“you two have been giggling the whole way home. and despite gojo being sober,” geto chided, “you’re both sharing the same brain cell at the moment…now get in before you get sick.”

at your boyfriend’s declaration as he ushered you both inside, you and gojo’s laughs grew even more. walking through the front door of your home in a fit of laughter as the warm atmosphere enveloped you all. kicking your heels off, you watched as the two men removed their dress shoes, black socks meeting the wooden floor of the threshold.

“suguru…” before the words could even form in your drunken mind, geto had picked you up bridal style. the bottom of your black colored floor length dress swaying around your manicured toes at the action. wrapping your arms around his neck you planted a kiss on his cheek, which was still cold from the time spent outside. your head was brought down to rest on his shoulder - meeting the black button up shirt he had worn. it wasn’t long before you were upstairs — gojo close behind after he grabbed three cups of water from the kitchen.

dropping you softly onto the edge of the bed, geto began to grab at the black tie around his neck — slowly loosening the knot. gojo sat the cups down with a sigh. when nanami said he would be hosting a party you all thought it was some kind of joke. nanami? having fun? turns out it was some corporate affair, nothing but office workers swarmed the building. but you all still managed to enjoy your self, nanami never shied away from offering alcohol. which you did partake in, unlike gojo or geto. though, somehow someway geto had slipped out during the night. telling you and gojo he'd just be a minute, only to return high.

“come on baby, take your dress off,” gojo stated grabbing at the top of your tube dress as you giggled.

“say please first ‘toru,” a smirk played at his lips you responded. but he held back a retort as he slipped his fingers between the top of the dress and your body, beginning to pull it down your chest until—

“you didn’t wear a bra..? well, kinda understandable with the dress. but, hell…no panties either,” gojo looked baffled as you giggled. you drunken brain fully fucking you over, because if you had been sober you wouldn’t have missed the glare geto had thrown at gojo's discovery. letting gojo pull the dress off of you completely a gasp left your lips as you felt his hand ghost over the top of your thighs as he came up to plant a kiss on your glossy lips.

“such a bad girl,” gojo scolded, “such a pretty body though, don’t you think so suguru?”

“as always,” geto replied as he took off his silver cufflinks, "but why don’t you do me a favor ‘toru?”

“hm?”

“eat our pretty girl out,” Geto stated, “i like seeing her all sensitive and whiny after she drinks. and the way she's looking at you i think she'd like that.”

looking down at your low hooded eyes and quiet demeanor. you had stopped the giggling from earlier. taking in your lover that stood before your completely naked form.

“whaddya say, ‘s that what you want princess?” gojo questioned with a small smile, moving to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“mhm,” you nodded and hummed in compliance, tone low, "please, satoru...that's what i want."

it wasn’t long before gojo had rid himself of his clothes, much like geto who moved about in the room in just his black briefs. pulling his long black hair into a messy low bun. cleaning things up, as if gojo wasn’t buried between your legs, eye level with your cunt as he laid soft and loving kisses on your special little button. his hands pushed your brown thighs in opposite directions, spreading you open for him to get better access. gojo planted one more kiss on your clit, watching as your arousal leaked from your hole as he pulled away.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been horny since you all had been getting ready for the party. taking in your two boyfriends as they got dressed. smelling the cologne they'd covered themselves with made the ache between your legs even worse. even the way they conversed at the party, teeth sparkling as they threw charming smiles. and the way geto looks when high was the icing on the cake. it was like heaven and your worst nightmare at the same time, knowing you couldn't touch them. which made your predicament now even more annoying.

“stop teasing, gojo—” your whiny bratty remark was cut short as you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. pushing through your puffy lips to lick a long stripe. his blue eyes had snapped to your face, watching it contorting slightly as you were taken off guard. as small moan had caused you to go quiet for just a second.

“oh she went quiet for a second there, satoru,” geto laughed as he continued to trail around the room picking up everyones discarded clothes. “but truly stop teasing. go ahead and make her a whiny mess, baby.”

at the command of geto again you could feel all fight from gojo drop as he pressed his face between your thighs once more. removing one hand from one of your brown thighs in order to use his fingers to spread your puffy lips open. everything else that followed was rid of the kind and gentle kisses he’d shown you before.

it was only a matter of minutes before you felt a mixture of your wetness and gojo’s spit completely flooding your cunt. dripping onto the bed. there was no use of shying away with the way he had you spread open, lips wrapped around your pretty little bud as he sucked at it and licked away. nothing but obscene slurping sounds and your whiny moans could be heard around the room as geto sat on the bed, observing his two lovers from afar.

geto was right earlier, drinking does make you sensitive and whiny. it was a cute sight to him.

“‘toru, you feel so good,” you moaned out, pink acrylic nails coming up to grab at his white hair. his eyes closed as your fingers grazed over his scalp, groaning into your pussy. your hips jolting at the action.

“yeah baby? you want more?”

“yeaa', ‘toru. please gimme more,”

“suguru…you aren’t going to play with her too…?” gojo mumbles into your cunt as he looked over at geto at the head of the bed. watching from the corner of his eye as you slightly twitched from the vibrations.

“not quite yet. but keep going,” geto spoke low lidded from the opposite side of the bed. it was now easier to see that some hair framed his face and had not been pulled into his messy bun.

“suguru please, join us— ahh, fuuck—” your pleading was interrupted as you felt two of gojo’s finger sink into your cunt, his mouth attacking your clit once more. it felt like he was trying to pull an orgasm out of you the way his fingers curled. grazing that special spot inside of you from time to time.

it wasn’t until you both locked eyes that gojo took a harsh suck at your clit, maneuvering his fingers to repeatedly hit at that sensitive little spot. you could feel your stomach tightening as your head turned to the side. your eyes meeting with geto’s darkened ones. it was like no matter where you turned someone was watching.

“our pretty girl’s going to cum,” geto somewhat chuckled,“come on (Y/N), show us how pretty you look when you cum.”

your mouth fell open into a moan as you felt your orgasm getting pulled from you. cunt pulsing and clenching around gojo’s digits and against his tongue as a pretty ring of white continued to decorate the base of his fingers.

“keep going.” fell from geto’s lips as your brows furrowed. the alcohol from earlier still had you unaware to his demeanor. “no underwear? at a public event? you must’ve lost your mind pretty girl.”

“i wanna to see her cry tonight satoru. what do you think?”

“i agree geto. i mean, she must’ve been waiting to get home. this pretty pussy was flooded before i even touched her earlier.”

“well let’s give her everything and then more…” geto replied. his hands coming up to play at your hardened nipples. a whine of wait i’m sorry, left your lips as you realized the compromising position they were putting you in as geto joined gojo on his knes at the foot of the the bed. throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, the other over gojo’s.

“shhh, no apologies, you’re not sorry yet,” geto taunted as both him and gojo licked a line up your already pleased cunt. tongues meeting as they reached your attentive clit.

and that's how it continued, they toyed with you for the next hour almost. it became apparent that you weren't going anywhere as they gripped at your thighs, with two of geto's fingers buried to the base in your pussy. you'd lost count at how many times you had released in their tongues, creaming along geto's fingers. surely dripping into his palm as his fingers moved in and out. but it was clear that geto hadn’t lost count.

“three times, four if you count when you made her cum gojo. look at her…” as they continued to prolong your fourth orgasm the two men took in your appearance. your silk pressed hair beginning to curl around your edges, chest heaving, eyes glossed over and hands tangled in the sheets below you. careless moans fell from your lips as your sensitive clit throbbed and begged for mercy under their unrelenting tongues.

“y’ gonna fuck her for me pretty boy?” geto mumbled out between their tongues meeting at your clit. gojo replied with a simple deep mhmm and a head nod which was probably the worst thing to do with your drooling pussy right in his face, because the cry you let out signified you’d just come again. as they let up they both placed gentle and feather light kisses to your sensitive cunt. taking in your blissed out face as they stood, gojo pulled you to meet his hips .

it was like they were trying to humiliate you. gojo pulled you into a mating press as he pulled off his boxers. his heavy cock smacking against your cunt as it was freed from the boxers. the usually light brown tip swollen and red, and shaft appearing as thick as ever — veins decorating it beautifully.

“‘toruuu…go slow pleasepleaseplease,” you whined out as the sensitive state your pussy was in. and he listened, sinking in inch by inch as slowly as he was able to, groaning out an oh fuuck, when he hit the hilt. balls brush against your ass as his hands held the back of your thighs.

“geto our girl feels sooo fucking good,” gojo addressed your shared boyfriend who sat in the love seat that decorated the corner of your shared bedroom. his boxers off and cock in hand receiving slow, tight, lazy strokes.

“i bet she does, and stop being so easy on her, she’s receiving a punishment remember? i don’t care how much she begs, she knows the safe word. fuck her stupid,” geto groans gritting out his last words, watching as gojo moved his hips at a slow pace. your mouth went slack at his orders feeling gojo’s hips pick up the pace as you locked eyes with geto, a fucked out sounding i fucking h-hate youuu leaving your lips in a whine.

“yeah yeah, nothing i haven’t heard before brat,” he smirked slyly. his fist still moving up and down his shaft, the loose hairs framing his face swaying gently, “you’ll love me later.”

gojo’s hips crashed into the back of your thighs, lower abdomen bumping into your clit with every thrust. you only choked out obscenities and his name falling from your lips as your head lay on the bed.

“can I pull your hair baby…?” gojo huffed out, knowing you’d be pissed you were sweating it out already, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. but you sent a dazed out nod his way. placing his hand atop your head, gojo gripped at your hair, pulling your head up to make you watch where you two were connected.

“fuckfuck, oh my— fuuuck,”

watching how gojo’s cock reached inside your walls fully solidified everything that was going on. a sheen of your previous orgasms and current arousal coated his shaft. a pretty ring of cream sliding along his base, leaving a stringy mess at every attempt of him pulling away. your cunt seemed to wanted to pull him back in after every draw back of his hips.

“yeah baby, look at how good that pussy is. she’s practically crying for me. if i move just a bit i could hit….” gojo paused for just a moment, changing the angle of his hips. “that spot, there you go pretty girl.”

a dreadfully teary eyed cry fell from your lips as gojo began his assault on your sweet spot cooing at your reaction. your mind so fuzzy you begin to forget geto was pumping away at his cock in the same room until he let out a moan. still looking at the way gojo fucked you out the way he hit your spot continuously was earth crushing, it didn’t take long for your to babble out a deceleration of your orgasm reaching you. your stomach tightening and releasing at its own will. but gojo’s hips didn’t slow.

“s-suguruuu make him slow d-down, ’m too sensitive,” you begin to babble even more even though the grasp gojo had on your hair hindered you from seeing geto. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry i didn’t were panties to the party. ‘won’t happen again, i-i’m fuu—uck ‘m sorry.”

a darkened laugh feel from geto’s lips, and your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at his next words.

“she’s real sensitive now gojo, make her squirt while she’s babbling on...”

your hands went to reach out at gojo’s abdomen, pushing at it until he slapped your hand away. pink acrylic decorated fingernails tossed aside. only for his palm to slide across your lower stomach softly, then came an immense amount of pressure as he pressed down right where his cock hit.

“satoru f-fuck you, y-you asshole,” you swore at him between moans in embarrassment. your lips forming into what he deemed to be a beautiful pout.

“shut up and take it.” he bit back, watching as a tears fell from your eyes.

“i feel like i’m g-gonna pee…”

“let it out princess, you know what we want…” geto coaxed from the corner of the room.

the room around you became a muffled mess as you began to drown out any outside noise. you were sure you were floating the way you felt your release leave your body. it wasn’t until you came to that you realized you had had begun crying as you sprayed your orgasm all over gojo’s chest, squirting like your life depended on it. you felt him bury himself deep, releasing into your soaked cunt.

“fuck pretty girl, let up,” gojo groaned out at how you tightened around him.

“gojo get her on her stomach, lay under her,” geto called out as got up from the chair. it wasn’t long before gojo flipped you two over into position, sliding his hardening length into your messy cunt once more. it wasn’t until you felt geto trying to fit himself in with gojo that you reacted with a moan. hand reach back to push at his abdomen.

“you won’t fit, baby,” you whined.

“i will, don’t worry…we’ll make it fit.” geto planted a kiss on the side of your mouth pushing the hand that tried to move him against your lower back, your face against gojo’s flushed chest.

and geto lived up to his promise, pushing into you and rubbing against gojo.

“oh fuck, suguru” gojo choked out, realizing he was still sensitive from cumming previously. their thrusts were matched as they rubbed against each other in your cunt. filling you up to the brim as geto arm wrapped around your torso, between yourself and gojo, to rub and toy with your extremely sensitive clit. the room felt hot. every breath felt forced and useless as they abused your sensitive spots. tears and incomplete babbling falling repeatedly.

“i love youu, fuuck iloveyoutwo” you managed to get out as you cried. tears sliding against gojos chest as you neared your release.

“we know baby, cum one more time for us, show us how much you love us,” geto sounds like he was almost pleading. his harden demeanor shedding away, “just one more time, good girl…”

and your body listened. you’d squirted again, feeling your breath hitch as you did so. the room felt like it was spinning as your eyes fell shut, sleep taking you over as gojo and geto pulled out. a mixture of cum leaking from your used cunt.

“did she pass out?” gojo chuckled. pushing your now curled hair back from your face in observation. hand caressing your cheek.

“she did,” geto joined him in laughing as he leaned over to press a kiss onto his lips, "but lets stop laughing, if we wake her up she's going to use whatever energy she can to kill us."

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

[magicalqueennightmare]

I'm Yours (Pt. 1/2)

Gif by @banditthewriter

You and Billy have always been friends..just friends right?

Warnings: Billy is not Canon so no narcissistic sociopath (I can point you towards some amazing writers that do have Canon Billy Russo stories), violence (an attempted attack on reader, talk of sex and cursing

Word count: 6k

How the hell did you manage to always let Billy rope you into the most insane things possible? You looked up from the numerous files around you and the clipboard in your hand where you'd been scribbling scribbling notes to look over at him. He was sitting across from you on the floor of his office, where you were crossed legged and just in socks he still wore his boots and had his long legs stretched out in front of him with his laptop perched in his lap. You were helping him to plan the annual banquet for Anvil.

The benefactors would be a charity backing affordable housing for vets and one that supported abuse victims and single mothers. You watched him for a second, noticing how the little crease between his eyes deepened when he didn’t like whatever he was reading on the screen. He cut his eyes up when he felt your attention on him and smiled "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

Oh yeah that's how he always managed it. That damn smile of his. He'd been your best friend longer than you could remember and had gotten you into some insane circumstances from flashing that smile and saying please. "Honestly, yeah. This is more relaxed than I've seen you in weeks" you answered honestly, motioning between the two of you.

Billy was wearing jeans instead of his usual suit and a dark green Henley that you knew was at least a few years old. It was a little tighter than recent bought ones but you weren't complaining about the view. On top of that he'd showered before picking you up from your place so his hair wasn't styled as much which meant there were a few pieces that had dropped down onto his forehead that he'd given up on pushing back after losing the fight a few times. "Easy Y/N, you're always telling me I've got an over inflated ego as is. You keep talking like that it's just gonna get bigger" you rolled your eyes before grabbing a discarded paper and balling it up to launch at his head.

Of course he caught it but the action caused a slight grimace to flash across his face. "What happened?" You asked glancing towards his left shoulder considering he'd caught the paper with that hand. He shrugged "Me and Frankie might have got a little competitive in training today. Just tweaked it a bit" you shook your head before moving to place the clipboard and files on the couch that was right behind you. You moved around to support your back against the couch then patted the floor in front of you "C'mere Russo. Let me help"

He laid his laptop to the side, placing the files he had on top of it before moving across the floor. With the height difference between the two of you it took a little maneuvering but once he was comfortablely sitting between your legs you started to rub across his left shoulder, working at the spots you knew bothered him the most any time the old injury flared up. He was quiet for a moment, the sound of the light music you'd turned on filling the room mixed with your shared breathing.

After a moment a sight left his lips "God damn that feels good" you laughed "Easy yourself Russo. That high of praise would damn sure go to a woman's head" He turned his head just enough to glance over his shoulder at you "Does someone have a praise kink I never knew about?" You felt your face warm but you didn't shy away "Oh like you don't preen when you get told how amazing you are"

He raised an eyebrow, turning to the point he was nearly laying in your lap instead of leaning against your legs like he had been doing "I'm curious now. I thought I knew everything about you. I'm a little heart broken..wait does Karen know this?" You didn't meet his eyes so he hooked on arm around your waist, burying his face into your stomach "She's taken my place as your best friend hasn't she?"

You couldn't help but laugh. The current position the two of you were in mixed with the fact that he very much sounded like a child that found out their best friend indeed knew other people was too ridiculous for words. You ran your fingers through his hair "I'm sorry Billy. Is that what you wanna hear?" He leaned his head back to look up at you "You're being patronizing but that feels good"

You shook your head, playfully pushing him away from you "You're horrible. You know that" in moments like this you felt like one of the luckiest people in New York. Very few got to see Billy like this, hair a mess with a broad smile on his face and laid out in the middle of the floor nearly on the verge of laughter. He grabbed his chest in mock pain "You keep secrets then make fun of me? Yet you call me horrible"

You rolled your eyes "Do you really wanna talk about my sex life Billy?::" he made a so/so motion with his hand "Some of those exes of yours barely walked away breathing, ain't gonna lie. I hated em. That doctor you dated a while back weren't that bad though, he was smart enough to show fear when he met Frank" you laughed at the memory of Kaycee meeting Frank, if only Billy knew Kaycee's words had been "Frank does look like he'd kill me if I hurt you no doubt but Billy looks like he'd enjoy killing me if I caused you any pain"

"Well what kinks do you have that I don't know about Mr Russo?" You asked, turning it around on him. He grinned "I am a open book for ya darlin. If you wanna talk em or try em out" you shook your head again "Ridiculous, like I said. Let's get back to it. This banquet won't plan itself" he watched you for a minute before saying "I'm buying your dress and Karen's. Before you argue she assists with good press and legal matters, you help secure donors and work the crowd at these things with me so it's a business expense"

You knew it was no use arguing so instead you asked "Think I should veer off getting a black dress?" He grinned broadly "You look gorgeous in anything but I'd be lying if I said you weren't a knockout in a black gown" you laughed "Black it is"

A few days later you were sitting in Josie's, squeezed between Karen and Curtis in a corner booth while you listened to Billy and Frank recount a meeting they'd had with a senator that week. "Was it that bad Curt?" You asked, leaning over on his shoulder. He laughed "It was worse. Thought I was gonna have to call you two to come control these two"

You tsk tsked at both men. "Frank, I'm disappointed in you" "Bill did it too!" He reasoned but you caused a chorus of laughter when you replied "Yeah but I've come to expect the worse of him"

"Y/N, wanna go to the bathroom with me?" Karen asked so you nodded. Frank slid out the booth which allowed her then you to climb out. "Be right back fellas"

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The three of them watched you and Karen walk away before Frank looked back at Billy. One look and Billy knew what the other man was thinking even before he said "You've gone from Billy the beaut to being whipped without even being in a relationship" "She's my best friend man, present company excluded she knows more about me than anyone. Of course I'm gonna watch her back" "and her ass when she walks away?" Frank questioned pointing to Curtis when he added "Or her chest when she moves the right way and her shirt slips"

Billy shook his head "I've got eyes ok. She's a beautiful woman, I'm allowed to look" "One question brother and I'll let it go" Frank said so Billy nodded to tell him go ahead. "Think of her getting in a serious relationship. One where she loves the guy, she gushes about the sex and she spends more time with him than she's ever spent with you....how's that mental image?"

Billy cut his eyes at Frank, the dark brown they usually were had shifted to near black. "That's what I thought" Curtis looked across the bar "They're headed back"

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You followed Karen across the bar. She'd been teasing you because you let it slip that Billy figured out your praise thing by accident. "How do you accidently discover a kink?" She asked then shook her head "Never mind. I don't wanna know" you laughed "Oh C'mon page! You know me and Billy have never crossed that line"

She reached out for your hand, pulling you into her side "But you've dreamt about it" your eyes widened "Karen Page! You swore to secrecy!" "That doesn't mean I don't still find it hilarious the extents you two go to fight the attraction that is so obvious" you cut your eyes at her and was about to say something when you spotted Billy come to meet the two of you halfway "Either of you ladies want another round?:"

Karen offered your hand that she still had a hold of to him "Yeah Y/N just mentioned she wanted another so why don't you two grab me a beer while you're at it?"

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You glared at her even as Billy slipped an arm around your waist. She winked then walked away. "What were you two laughing about?" He asked, leaning down close to your ear so you could hear him over the growing noise in the bar "Just something I told Karen a while back that I swore her not to repeat to anyone else but she still likes to pick on me about"

He nodded slowly "Note to self, suck up to Page. She apparently holds some juicy secrets I really need to know" you shook your head "Nu uh Russo. I trained her, she won't break"

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While the two of you waited on your drinks you turned with your back to the bar looking over the crowd. Matt had a date tonight and Foggy was having dinner with Marci's mother. Billy kept one hand on your hip closest to him, it was a habit he'd long since formed. Even back when he would just be stateside for a couple weeks here and there. Back then it was a grounding thing, something to remind him he was home and safe. You were something familiar to him. Now? You assumed it was just on old habits was hard to break thing.

"Billy?" You asked after a moment and he responded by pulling you to his chest "Yeah?" You looked down at where his hands now rested, one on both of your hips "Why do you still do that?" He looked down then a flash of confusion spread across his face "Touch you?" You shook your head "Keep a hand on me in crowds"

He shrugged "It started as a way to remind me I was home, now? I think I just like knowing you're close when we're in a crowded area. Best way to keep you safe. If it's something you've outgrown being comfortable with i can work on stopping it" you shook your head with a small smile before teasing "No but if you ever get a serious girlfriend she's probably gonna have issue with the habit and the reasoning"

He shrugged one shoulder "I don't see that happening anytime soon" you broke apart quickly when Josie whistled "Y/N, Billy grab your drinks" you cut your eyes at her with a smile and she grinned. You grabbed yours and Karen's drinks, leaving Billy to grab the other three before heading for the booth.

Something eventually would have to give between you and Billy. There was too much almost, too much nearly. One day he'd find someone, you knew it. Hell what if one day someone came along and swept you off your feet? You looked back at him and knew in your heart that the chances of that were low but still, would you end up one day loosing Billy? That thought made your heart clench.

You were at Billy's, half asleep on his couch. The night before he'd asked you for help finalizing plans for the banquet. It was after two in the morning by the time you were done so he offered for you to just crash there.

There'd been argument over the bed versus couch debate. He'd wanted you to take the bed, you'd refused to kick him out of his bed. After neither of you would budge you both ended up dozing off on the couch, him with his arms wrapped around you.

The only thing that had woke you was when he'd gotten up because his phone was ringing in the other room. "Russo?" He answered and you nearly rolled your eyes at just how good his voice sounded first thing in the morning. Your heart however hit your feet when you heard him say "Hey Scar, how's it going?" You only knew one Scar in context to Billy. His ex Scarlett.

She was gorgeous. Five foot ten, long luscious chestnut brown curls. Big bright green eyes and a complexion the gods would envy. Worse than her looks? She was a sweetheart too. You didn't want to hear anymore so you rolled over to get up and head to the kitchen. You needed coffee and to not hear the conversation Billy was having with the Greek goddess that was on his phone.

Billy stepped to the door of his bedroom "Make me a cup too?" You heard your name as he shut the door behind himself. You wanted to believe he was just getting dressed, despite the number of times you'd seen him down to boxers maybe he wanted privacy to change or maybe he wanted privacy for his phone call? You groaned to yourself, you weren't overthinking. You were gonna get coffee, find your purse to brush your hair then get your boots on. You needed to head home, change and start your day.

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You were tying your boots on by the time Billy walked out his bedroom, a smile played across his face. He stopped short when he saw that your boots and jacket were on. Not to mention you'd brushed through your hair and was drinking out of a travel mug instead of a regular coffee mug.

"What's wrong?" You asked and he motioned around "Were you gonna leave while I was distracted?" You shrugged "I was gonna knock before leaving. You were talking to Scarlett so I didn't want to interrupt" christ that sounded pathetic to your own damn ears, your face warmed slightly when one of his eyebrows shot up "It was just about something I'd called her about last week"

You stood up from where you'd been standing "No explanation needed" he grinned, reaching for you but you pulled away with the excuse of walking into the kitchen to grab his coffee. You held it out to him as he nodded back towards the couch "seriously though sweetheart, I was coming back. We still got a couple hours before either of us is due into work" you shook your head, suddenly you were feeling self conscious about waking up in Billy's arms. "And God knows that's an appropriate things for friends to do, let's lay here and cuddle after I just spent thirty minutes on the phone with my ex who by the way I'm still not sure isn't fuckin aphrodite reincarnate"

You weren't sure where that reply had come from, or what had stirred it out of you but your words hung heavy. You stood there staring at each other for a moment, both holding cups of coffee like they were shields in a battle. Billy broke first, a short laugh escaping him "aphrodite huh? Damn Y/N if you wanted her number, all you had to do was ask"

You rolled your eyes but were glad he'd stirred the conversation into a more light hearted direction. "Seriously though, are we good?" He asked, eyes searching your face. You forced a weak smile. It was small but genuine as you said "We're always good babe" he grinned then kissed your forehead "We meeting for lunch?"

You shook your head "Karen claimed me for the bulletins luncheon since Frank couldn't join her" he rolled his eyes that time "You were my best friend first" you laughed then leaned up to kiss his cheek "Love ya too Billy. I'm gonna head home to shower and change but I'll text you later. Promise"

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Billy watched you walk out with mixed thoughts. Between your questions as to why he kept a hand on you in crowds, mixed with what you said about the two of you sharing a sleeping space was beginning to make him think there was something else going on. He was fairly certain you weren't jealous of Scarlett either. She was his only ex that you had liked.

Were you seeing someone? Or wanting to and that was the driving force behind all the confusion? No you'd tell him, you always told him when you were dating or interested in someone. There were hardly no secrets between you and him, yet this was once he knew with no doubt you were hiding something from him and he had no clue how to find out.

"That's for inviting me Kare" you followed her through the restaurant Ellison had rented out. She smiled over her shoulder "You were number one pick actually. I love Frank, you know I do but he's not the best in circumstances that require him to make small talk with people he has nothing in common with"

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You were glad you were off that day because Karen decided to take the rest of the day off as well. She'd turned in her article and wasn't needed to get the evening edition out.

The two of you were picking up your banquet dresses and talking. You'd mentioned to her in passing about Billy talking to Scarlett. "Are you maybe jealous Y/N?" She asked as you both laid your dresses in her car's backseat. You started to deny it but stopped because you were. The thought of Billy being with someone who he could see a future with, someone that would be his for good and not just for a good time? It fuckin terrified you.

"Oh honey" she cooed sympathetically. You shook your head "I mean I don't get jealous over his flybys" she narrowed her eyes at you "You don't get AS jealous. That's because you know any flyby would never come near taking your spot. You and Billy have this bond. You love each other in every way humanly possible but maybe to some extent you're hiding in it. If neither of you are gonna make a step to break walls down to admit true feelings maybe you should at least admit that emotional wise you and Billy are what Frank and I are to each other"

"Are we really hiding?" You asked and she smiled "You and Billy both haven't actually dated since he broke up with Scarlett and you broke up with Kaycee, within two days of each other mind you. Yeah you both go out, you have sex but neither of you takes anyone home. Thats because sex is the other lacking feature to your relationship"

You threw your hands up in exasperation "So what should I do?" She smiled slightly "Do me a favor?" You waved a hand "Go ahead" she gently took one of your hands "think of him getting in a serious relationship. One where he loves the girl, he gushes about the sex and he spends more time with her than he's ever spent with you....how's that mental image?" You cut your eyes up at her without saying a word and she smiled "Thought so"

Working admin in a hospital wasn't the most glamorous job but it paid your bills and ninety percent of your coworkers you got along with pretty well.

You were working your way through a stack of paperwork when a text came through on your phone. It took a few moments of digging to find it. You clicked the screen saw it was a text from Billy that read "You're still my plus one for the banquet right?" You shook your head and almost laughed but it occurred to you what if he wanted to take someone else?

You finally texted back "Well if you have a hot date I'm sure Frank or Curtis could get me through security" you hadn't even laid your phone down when the reply was "They can have a dance with you but it's my job to get you in" you laughed moreso at yourself than anything. You were overthinking. That's all. Your fear of losing him was just peeking up at inopportune times.

You texted back "So does that mean I get a dance with you? Or am I getting pawned off on donors and our friends all night?:" Your phone started ringing then so you glanced around before clicking to answer "Hey Billy" before even saying hello he said "I would never pawn you off on donors or our friends darlin. Matter of fact, you wanna stick to my side all night you're welcome to. I'm sure we even got a spare com that you can pop in"

You rolled your eyes at his teasing "If I'm wearing a com I'm working so I would expect a check from Anvil" the sound of his laughter wrapped around you as he said "Now we both know that's not exactly true. You hate me paying for anything for you" "You got me there" you spotted one of the interns from the emergency department heading towards you so you added "I gotta go Billy" about that time you heard Curtis in the background of Billy's call. "Me too. I'll see ya later Y/N"

You hung up then smiled at the intern. Her name was Melanie, she was a sweet girl and smart as hell. How she always ended up getting the jobs where she was playing runner around the hospital were beyond you, maybe you needed to call Kaycee and see if he could get her a lighter load.

"Hey Y/N. It was my turn to do the coffee run" she held up a to-go cup from the shop on the corner "So I grabbed your usual" your smile deepened as you took the cup "Thank you Melanie! You didn't have to do that" she shrugged "You're always so nice" you smiled again "Thank you and if they keep giving you trouble in the e.d. let me know. I've got a friend or two that works down there that I may be able to pull strings with" she grinned "Will do. Have a good day Y/N"

You watched her walk off and sipped your coffee before eyeing the stack of files on your desk, may as well dive back in.

You walked across the floor of Karen's living room, the bottom of your dress making a light swishing noise as it brushed across the thick carpet.

You'd picked a long black number that hugged your curves just right. While it was longer than you would usually pick, the high slit made mobility easy and the ankle boots Karen had recommended looked amazing with it and was comfortable on your feet. You and her were getting ready at her place because Frank was doing one last walk through with Billy, Curtis and Marcel.

Of course Billy had a car service coming to pick the two of you up along with another retrieving Angel, Curt's girlfriend. Karen walked out of her room and smiled brightly "You look gorgeous!"

You raised an eyebrow at her "Have you looked in the mirror ma'am? I am worried for Frank's heart!" While your dress had lace sleeves hers was strapless and a little shorter. She grinned "Well I gotta make sure it's good every now and then" she walked around you, tapping her fingers along your low neckline playfully before asking "Are you trying to tempt Billy?"

You rolled your eyes "Let it go Page" she shook her head and you knew she was about to go into a rant but your phone chimed. You picked up it then showed her "That's from the car service. Let's go"

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Billy stood next to Frank Watching their men from Anvil working their way through the banquet hall as guests slowly started to stream in. "Where's Y/N and Karen?" Angel asked as she and Curtis walked up next to them. Frank shrugged one shoulder "Kare texted me. They should be here anytime"

Marcel's voice came across the coms "Frank, Billy. Your better halves are here" Billy couldn't hide the smirk that slipped onto his face. Marcel was one of the first guys they'd recruited so it meant he'd jumped into Frank and Curt's teasing where you were concerned, of course he was respectful around you but when it was just the guys Billy caught hell.

Billy looked towards the entrance and saw you and Karen walk in, your arms looped through each other's. You looked absolutely beautiful. Your hair was in some curly updo and your dress looked like it'd been made just for you. It skimmed across your body, hugging every curve perfectly and that low neckline let just enough of your collarbone peek out he found himself wanting nothing more than to taste the skin there.

"Bill, wipe your chin man. It's unbecoming of a ceo" Curtis spoke holding out a handkerchief. Angel giggled lightly "My god are you two actually not together? Because if someone looked at me like that..." She trailed off at Curtis' look then added "I mean if I wasn't head over heels for my amazing boyfriend"

Curtis winked at her then said "No, they aren't together" she clicked her tongue "Pity. C'mon Curtis let's go get a drink" the two of them wondered off about the time you and Karen made it to Billy and Frank's side. Your smile made his heart speed up just a bit. Shit he was in deep wasn't he?

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You smiled when Frank hugged you and kissed your forehead before pulling Karen into his arms and placing a kiss on her lips "I'm glad everyone here knows Karen is spoken for because there was a lot of eyes watching the two of you"

You laughed lightly "They were probably looking at miss blonde bombshell over here" and nudged Karen's side. Billy winked at you "I'm pretty sure anyone looking was thinking damn those two are the most beautiful women in New York. Who's the lucky assholes that get to have them on their arms tonight"

Karen grinned "You are such a sweet talker Russo" Frank shook his head "Wanna dance Kare?" She smiled "Of course" and threw a look in your direction that screamed to ask Billy to dance before she let Frank pull her away.

You and Billy stood there for a moment in silence before he motioned to the dance floor "So do I get to make everyone in here jealous?" You laughed as you took his hand "Pretty sure you got that backwards Russo but feel free to push me around the dance floor"

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There was something about being in Billy's arms, a breath away from each other as you moved with the music letting him lead you.

His right hand was splayed across your lower back, holding you close to him while his left hand held your right hand to his chest, just over his heart. Your left hand rested at the nape of his neck. You tried not to but his dark brown eyes held your attention, effectively making it feel as if the two of you were the only people in the room. There was something so intimate about it that you found your face warning under his attention.

"Billy.." he cut you off with a smile "No talking darling. Song's still going" you rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. "I'm sorry for snipping about Scar the other day" he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he spoke "It's fine sweetheart" the thought occurred to you that if anyone looked they probably assumed from the angle that he'd just kissed your neck. The thought must have hit him too because he laughed "I've been accused of worse than kissing my best friend"

You raised your eyes to him "Is that so?" He grinned "Just hush and let me hold you. It looks bad if you run from me here" you laughed, gathering the attention of a few nearby people. You shot them an apologetic smile before telling Billy "You act like you're so horrible Russo. From where I stand you're a pretty decent man"

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The two of you finished your dance about the time you spotted a few donors you knew he needed to talk to and would want you on his arm for. "Billy there's the Galvestons and MacKenzies" he followed your line of sight. "You're amazing you know that?:" he whispered into your ear as he looped an arm around your waist to guide you through the crowd.

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Billy was checking in with Marcel and Isaiah so you'd wondered over to the bar area with Karen and Angel. You could see his tall frame in the corner of the banquet room and kept glancing that way. Angel noticed first, clearing her throat "The dance is getting tiring Y/N" your eyes were wide when you looked at her "What?"

Karen motioned in Billy's vicinity "You and him. Good lord you make a gorgeous couple. The way you looked at each other on the dance floor, working the donors. He looks at you like you're the most important thing in his life and you look at him like he's home"

"He's never acted like I'm more than his friend" You reasoned and the two shared a look. "Honey, he grew up in a group home. Frank was the first true friend he made and look how old Billy was when they met. He isn't exactly the best at showing his emotions. He'd rather buy us something than to tell us he cares" Karen replied and Angel added "Plus you aren't the best at it either. You broke up with Kaycee cause he was catching feelings and let's be real here Billy broke up with Scarlett because he knew getting serious with her would drive you away. You two are head over heels for each other. Just fucking kiss him"

You laughed in surprise at her bluntness but then again Curtis was brutally honest at times too. You shook your head "I'm going to the bathroom" "want us to come?" Karen offered but you shook your head. With Anvil working security and Billy within screaming distance you were safe enough. That thought made your head hurt, you felt safe because of Billy's proximity alone. You were gone.

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You were walking out of the bathroom when you heard a noise. The banquet hall was a large place but you were confident that Anvil employees had cleared it so you took a few steps towards the hall "Hello?"

A man came running towards you. He was dressed in street clothes so he must have snuck in. A smear of blood was across the front of his shirt and his eyes were wild. Before you knew it your back was slammed against a wall and you had a knife to your throat "I need a way outta here" he slurred, clearly high.

You tried to stay calm, wishing you'd taken Billy's offer for a com before saying "Ok. I can get you past security. They know me. They won't question it" he seemed to think about what you said for a moment before his eyes settled on your chest "Or maybe we could have some fun first then I can take you with me"

You felt your stomach churn. There was no way he was getting you to move from the spot you were at. You eyed the knife in his hand and tried to spot any more weapons. You knew what body parts could take a knife wound and not cause too much damage, perks of having the people in your life that you did. "What ya say sunshine?" He asked, one hand gripping your hip.

You swallowed hard before bringing your knee up into his crotch. The material of your dress took away some of the blow but it was still enough to make him stumble back. He swung the knife wildly so you used your arm to block your stomach, grunting when you felt the blade bit deeply into the meat and muscle of your arm. He reached for you but only managed to rip the front of your dress down from your neckline to near naval.

You kicked out, managing to catch his right knee. The moment he went down you kicked him in the face as hard as you could then turned to run. You'd barely made it two feet before you heard Frank and Billy's voices. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing you were safe.

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Marcel had intercepted the report of a suspect on the run from NYPD in the area. Apparently the man had a history of physical violence, sexual violence and substance abuse.

Billy picked men to clear the banquet hall then went in search of you, Karen and Angel to ensure the three of you were ok. He felt panic slip into his chest when he found Karen and Angel without you. "Where's Y/N?" He asked Karen who pointed "She went to the bathroom. Something wrong?"

Without a word Billy left the room, not quite running but no one dared to step in his way. "Stay here!" Frank warned Karen before quickly following Billy.

"There's an old set of French doors in the courtyard" Billy explained running in earnest once he hit the hall.

Billy felt his heart nearly stop when he came around the corner to the sight of you, your dress ripped, blood pouring from your arm but fighting like hell. "Y/N!" He screamed as you ran directly into his arms.

"Get her help Bill. I got this asshole" Frank told him before dragging the man to his feet. "Cmon sweetheart" Billy cooed to you. You didn't even flinch when you heard the muffled gunshot or Frank's voice across Billy's radio "Call NYPD. Suspect down"

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Billy found an empty office right off the main banquet room. He called Marcel and Isaiah to guard the door while he walked you inside.

He eased you down onto the desk, stripping his suit jacket off to place around your shoulder before tearing the rest of your sleeve off to get a look at the cut along your arm. "Y/N" your name whispered sounded so loud in the empty space. When your eyes met his and that usual fire wasn't resting in your sight he felt his stomach drop further "Did he hurt you worse than this?"

You shook your head slowly "I paid attention all the times you and Frank have taught me" he touched your arm gently "Even when I told you where could take a knife with the least damage" you nodded.

Silence fell between you as he bandaged you the best he could "You need to see a doctor" "Get Curtis" you replied but he shook his head "A real doctor" you let out a shaking breath "Ok. This doesn't need to get out it could hurt Anvil"

He laughed despite himself "You're worried about Anvil? Fuck Anvil, you're more important" there were tears in your eyes "Let Marcel take over. Frank can end the banquet. Take me home, we can call Kaycee. He'll come give me a once over and won't run his mouth"

The idea of jealousy over Kaycee was long forgotten. He nodded "Ok. I'm gonna send Isaiah in here with you while I go tell everyone. Is that ok?" You nodded so he walked to the door and called Isaiah inside.

He pulled his suit jacket further around you "I'll be right back" he kissed your cheek then walked out.

You sat on Billy's bed wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of his pt shirts. Kaycee was talking to him about aftercare and any symptoms you needed to keep an eye out for.

You had a mild concussion and fifteen stitches in your arm. The knife had sliced your neck but just enough for butterfly stitches. You were lucky, you'd been capable of fighting and had help nearby. You didn't want to think too hard on the what ifs of Billy and Frank not coming to your rescue.

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"Mainly just make sure shock doesn't set in. You've dealt with things along that line enough you know what to look for. Wake her up every couple hours, ask her base questions. Ibuprofen should help with pain if she needs anything stronger just call me" Kaycee told Billy who nodded "Thanks for coming. She was dead set against the hospital and you know she's as stubborn as a mule"

Kaycee nodded with a small smile "I'm glad she's ok. I don't have to ask about the guy that hurt her do I?" Billy raised an eyebrow and Kaycee chuckled "Didn't think so. Well next time we should catch up under better circumstances. If she needs anything else just call. I know she's being left in good hands"

Billy showed Kaycee to the door, the men shaking hands before he shut it. He walked back over to his bedroom door and knocked lightly "Y/N?" Your voice drifted to his ears "Come in Billy"

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The moment Billy walked into the room your brain slowed the whatifs. He was within arm's reach you were safe. He stopped just inside the door, kicking his shoes off "I'm gonna grab some clothes to change into then crash on the couch after I set alarms to wake you up every couple hours"

You watched him grab clothes similar to what you were wearing before disappearing into the bathroom. After a moment he walked back out and was headed for the door when you stopped him by calling his name "Stay. Please"

He stopped just shy of the door "Where do you want me?" You motioned to his side of the bed that you'd purposely left empty. He smiled and walked over sliding in under the blankets next to you. You let him get comfortable before asking "Will you hold me Billy?"

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It hurt his heart hearing you sound so damn uncertain. "C'mere" he said softly so you scooted over laying your head on his chest. His arms encircled you, pulling you closer. The bandage on your right arm scratched his chest a bit but he didn't mind. You were alive, you were here with him.

His fingers trailed across your back, tracing small circles and shapes. When your breathing evened out he assumed you'd fell asleep until you said "The one time you take your hand off me in public" he knew you meant it to lighten the mood but he felt a twinge of guilt at yours words. He'd taken his eyes off of you for just a few minutes. He kissed the top of your head after a moment and said "So now i just have a valid excuse to follow you around"

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After another moment you pulled back to look up at him. His eyes were closed, long lashes fanning out. His breathing was even but he was far from asleep. "Billy?" You whispered and got a smile in response before he opened his eyes "Something wrong?"

You shook your head "Thank you for always being there" "I always will be" he replied so quickly your heart jumped.

"I love you Billy" the words slipped from your mouth with no thought to stop them. His smile grew bigger "I love you too" "No Billy I mean..." he stopped you by placing a feather light kiss to your lips "I know what you mean and I mean it too. Now get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning"

Pt 2

[ghostofthemost141]

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Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,388

Themes: Platonic Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Some Angst

!Warnings!: Some Homophobia Violence (none of it comes from you or any of our main men and isn't graphic) and some !18+! Suggestive Talk

About: You and Soap have been best friends for many, many years and are completely inseparable. When he is home from a mission one night, he invites you to y'alls usual late night talks in the park, except this time it is different.

Notes: I'm a little iffy about this one but I hope y'all enjoyed it and I promise I will do more Ghost x Reader soon I just wanted to give Soap some love. I am gonna pick Bonnie again for this fic but for my next Soap x Reader I will pick another name to use and reader also has a accent in this. And this is an AU were Graves and Shepard aren't traitors (even though Shepard is the absolute worst). Enjoy!

“What a damn day..” I mumble to myself as I saunter into my apartment. 

Today was a rough and busy day at the job, but at least I was off for the next two days so I can just relax with a good beer and watch some good TV and maybe even catch up on some reading. There’s so much you can do in two days of freedom. Speaking of beer, I think I will have one now. As I was walking into the kitchen to grab a beer, my phone started ringing. That’s weird, nobody really ever calls me this late at night. Probably my mum. I grabbed my phone to look to see. 

Soap 🧼 is calling..

Oh Johnny! Damn it’s been a day or two since I heard from him, he must’ve just now gotten a break from the mission he was currently on. I answered it quickly. 

“Johnny!” I greet him. 

“Hey Bonnie.” 

“You doing alrigh’, mate?” I ask. 

“Meh could be better.” 

“You back home yet?” 

Silence was met between the two of us. I knew Johnny was still on the line for I could still hear his breathing on the other side. Usually he is a big converser, so he must be tired. 

“Johnny?” 

“Can you meet me now? Please.” Johnny begged. 

This was unusual for Johnny. He sounded frantic, worried and even scared. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Everytime he would come home from missions, we would meet out at the park nearby to talk about his mission and anything that happened while he was gone. I assume he was back home if he was frantically asking to meet up with me. 

“Yeah, of course. I just got home so it will be a minute. Are you okay?”  I ask, hearing his tone that was out of character for him. 

Johnny was silent for a moment except for his shaky breaths. What happened Johnny? 

“MacTavish. Are you okay? Are you safe?”  I asked. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m safe. I promise. I’ll be at our usual spot.” Johnny told me. 

“Okay, be there in ten.” I said, going through my clothes to find something to throw on. 

“A’ight.” 

Johnny then hung up the phone and I couldn’t help but feel a very sour taste in my mouth from that. I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny sound so..scared. Man goes into battle with a high risk of dying and would always retell it to me as if it was nothing but a walk in the park. Something must’ve happened to make him really scared. I eventually found a long sleeved t-shirt, some lounging pants, and mismatched socks to put on and did just so. I thought maybe I should bring some tequila or bourbon but then again, Johnny always told me what to bring and this time he didn’t. Fuck it, I’ll bring it just in case. You never know. I grabbed some bourbon, slipped my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door, knowing Johnny is probably waiting for me. 

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“There ya are, MacTavish.” I announced my presence as I made my way to the park bench he was sitting on. 

“‘Ey, Bonnie.” Johnny softly said. 

Okay, something definitely has happened. Normally Johnny would come up to me and greet me with a bear hug or even a handshake when he first sees me, but now he was sitting still and speaking oh so softly to me. What’s going on? 

“What’s going on, Soap? Talk to me. You sounded panicked over the phone.” 

I sit next in front of him, offering my hand for comfort. Johnny immediately took it and held it, squeezing it even. Johnny and I have been best friends for many, many years now that you could consider us as non-blood siblings. We talk to each other about everything, do just about everything together, and are always there for each other. As we grew up, everyone thought we would end up together as a couple but we never did. We just stayed really, really close best friends and stuck with each other through the thick end. And yes we have had some arguments, as any normal pair of siblings would, but that was mostly when we were younger. Now we are both older adults, we just bicker at each other until the other gets annoyed enough to just ignore the other. Johnny kept squeezing my hand, and I could even feel him shaking. And it’s not from the cold weather that’s going on right now. 

“Johnny..” I reminded him that I was here. 

His bright blue eyes looked up at me. He looked terrified. 

“Lass, talk to me.” I reassure him, leaning in close to him, “you know you don’t need to be scared with me.” 

“I know..” He softly said. 

He was finding the words to say to me, but I will sit out all night if that’s what it takes for him to talk to me. 

“Something..happened, during my mission.” Johnny started. 

“Go on.” I ushered him. 

Johnny paused once more, still trying to gather up the right words to say. 

“You want somethin’ to relax ya?” I offer the bottle of bourbon to him. 

He stares at it for a few seconds before shaking his head. 

“No, but thank you, Bonnie. I appreciate it. I appreciate you very much.” 

I know he wasn’t necessarily thanking me for thinking about him by bringing him the bourbon, but for just being there for him in general. 

“Remember last time we talked?” Johnny asked me. 

I racked my brain to remember and luckily I did. 

“Of course I do. You were talkin’ about how Price was cursing under his breath about how he lost a damn good cigar when the airplane crashed.” I recalled. 

Johnny chuckled when I said that. Of course we talked about much more than that, but I figured I’d try and lift his spirits a little. 

“I had to hold back me laughter when I heard that over the coms.” Johnny admitted. 

“I don’t blame ya.” 

I have met Price plenty of times and you can tell he cares about the boys a lot but also doesn't take shit from nobody. Would offer his shoulder to cry on but will get pissed at them if they touch his whiskey kinda guy. The mood quickly went back to the way it was before, so it was time to be serious. 

“You mentioned to me how you were working through your feelings and emotions. As well as who you are attracted to.” 

The second it left my mouth, Johnny’s eyes wallowed in tears. I squeezed his hand as he sniffled in response and leaned his head forward, his forehead resting on our locked hands. 

“Johnny..” I call him, rubbing his head. 

Suddenly Johnny broke out into incoherent sobs. Tears ran down my hand as he just sobbed and sobbed. 

“Johnny, come here.” I called him as I got up quickly and got next to him so I could hug him. 

Johnny immediately accepted my hug, sobbing into my shoulder. 

“I’m so stupid, stupid..stupid.” 

I heard Johnny mumble through his sobs. I held him tightly, rubbed his back, and cooed at him with as many comfort words as I could think of. What in the bloody hell happened? 

“Johnny you’re not stupid.” 

“Yes I am.” 

“No you’re not Johnny. I am here for you always. No matter what it is.” I reassured him, hoping to soothe him a little bit. 

Johnny managed to finally calm down a little bit and I let him pull away from me. 

“I’m sorry..I just..” 

“Don’t you apologize you wanker. You never ever have to apologize with me, Johnny and you bloody know that.” I gently got onto him. 

He knows better than that. 

“Just talk to me. Tell me what happened so I can help you out.” I told him while squeezing his shoulders. 

Johnny wiped his face clean and managed to calm down, just enough to talk to me. 

“We were out at dis bar where we were stationed at. And at that poin’, the only person I ever told about how I was feeling internally was Simon.” Johnny started. 

“Does he accept you?” 

“Fuck yes he does. He told me ‘I don’t bloody care if you’re gay or what, you’re still my teammate and friend, Johnny.’” 

I felt relief wash over when he told me that. You’re a bloody good guy, Simon Riley. 

“That’s good, Johnny.” I say. 

“Yeah,” Johnny sighed before continuing, “it was aye, Simon, Gaz, Price, Laswell, Shepard, and Graves there. Um, there were these arseholes who were picking on a kid who was dressed very femininely. They assumed he was gay and started hurting him. Of course, I step in despite Shepard telling me to back off.” 

I could feel anger boiling inside of me. Their own General telling Johnny to not help an innocent civilian? What a coward and ball-less of a man. 

“What a focking jerk-off.” I cursed. 

“So I stepped in, didn’t want to make too much of a scene. They leave the poor fellow alone but they target me. I ain’t afraid until they started accusing me..” 

“Accusing you of what, Johnny?” I ask. 

Johnny squeezed my hand tightly and I could feel his whole body start to shake again. I rubbed his hand, trying to soothe his nerves. 

“Accusing me of being a..I don’t even wanna say it, but that word they use against gays. I just..shut down when they said it. Like I didn’t want to even accept it, ya know?” 

You shook your head over what Johnny just told you. You hated that he went through that, especially since he was still internally trying to figure out his own feelings. 

“And because I shut down, they were able to swing at me and I was knocked down on the ground. Simon had to step in and help me and I just felt so stoopid. I let something like that get to me.” 

“Johnny, you don’t need to feel stoopid over something like that. It’s understandable since you’re still figuring out your feelings and you were caught off guard.” I reassure him. 

“Yeah, well now everyone knows about me. I wanted it to stay with Simon, but now they know.” 

“How do they know?” I ask. 

“I..” 

Johnny paused. 

“They don’t really, but I can tell they know something is up. And I am scared.” Johnny confessed. 

“Why? Literally the only person I am iffy about is Shepard, but everyone else, they should be supportive of you, Johnny.. And if they don’t, then you’ve got Simon. Fuck everyone else if they don’t support you, but at least you have Simon Riley.” I say, trying to lift his spirits of the only person he can count on. 

“There’s something else..”  Johnny softly said. 

“Oh? What is it?” I ask. 

Whatever Johnny was about to tell me, I could tell it was going to be harder than what he just told me. 

“Please, just don’t judge me for it..” 

“Johnny, you know I never would judge you for anything.” I reminded him. 

“I know it’s just..Simon and I..” Johnny paused once more. 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, by the time we all left the bar, all of us were kinda tipsy except for Simon. Bloody lad is never drunk or acts like it no matter how much he drinks. So we went back to our base and later on, Simon came to check on me. And uh..” 

Johnny’s face instantly turned red. Beet red. I didn’t even need him to tell me what happened cause I already knew. 

“Oh Johnny!!” I cried out with excitement, poking him in his ribs making him giggle and flinch. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Johnny said. 

“Sooo?” 

“So wha’?” 

“All I am gonna ask is, was it a good night?” I ask. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, yes it was.” Johnny answered, making me laugh. 

“That’s good.” I say. 

It fell into a comfortable silence between us, but there was a question burning in my mind. 

“Johnny?” 

“Hm?” 

“Why were you so scared to tell me that, you know, you’re gay or bi? Whichever you feel like you fall more on.” I question. 

Johnny sighed deeply. 

“It ain't 'cause I didn’t think you’d accept me, I guess it’s cause I am having a hard time accepting it myself.” 

“That’s who you are and clearly Simon accepts you at the very least and I am sure everyone else will too. But if they don’t then Simon and I can beat their asses.” I half joked. 

“You’re right. I am just glad you are in my life, Bonnie. To know that if everyone else hates me for whateva reason, that you’ll still be supportive of me.” Johnny told me. 

I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny ever be this sentiment ever in over twenty years of being friends. 

“Of course, MacTavish. I’ll always be here for you.” I told him. 

Johnny then pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged back, instantly feeling the guilt and fear rolling off his shoulders. 

“Now, give me that damn bourbon. Let me tell you what Price did while we were gone this time ‘round.” Johnny announced, instantly back to his normal self. 

I laughed as I passed the bourbon to him, knowing he won’t drink enough to make him not be able to drive back home. We talked for hours and hours, till the sun started peeking over the horizon. Despite the both of us being exhausted, it was worth it in the end to be able to talk with my best friend, my non-blooded brother and to let him know that he indeed had at least one permanent supporter in his life. If Johnny has no supporters, then Simon and I must be dead, cause that’s the only way he wouldn’t have any supporters in his life until we know for sure how the rest of the task force feels, but I know they are going to accept him. They have to, or else they’re gonna get a special paid visit from both Simon and I personally. 

END 

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔

[therealtruealiyah]

NOVA - dreamland

Every living, breathing being has experienced the feeling of surrealism. The feeling that the moment they're in cannot possibly be the life they're living. The feeling that their reality has somehow melded with their fantasy.

This is how Raine felt as she looked down at her hand engulfed within Nova's... gazing in a feverish daze upon the back of Nova's perfectly blonde head as she led her deeper into the bar.

"Is here okay?" Nova's words sounded as if Raine's ears were underwater.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" Raine blinked while the sounds and lights around her came more into focus.

"Would you like to settle here, my love?" Nova smiled, amused at the blazing effect she has on Raine in such a short period of time.

"Oh! Yeah... yes. Here's fine." They took their seats at a twosome table in a dimly lit corner of Luigi's Bar.

And so it began...

"Can I get y'all anything?" A quirky young lady bounced over to them to take their order. She wore ripped black shorts, knee-high purple socks, black suspenders, and a purple cropped top with Luigi's written across her ample bosom in faded black letters.

"I'll have an old fashioned and whatever my lady is drinking please, cheers." Nova spoke boldly and firmly.

"I— can I get a whiskey and sprite?" Raine bit back the last of her words. The barista nodded and bounced away, her feet turned so far toward each other that it was impossible not to stare.

"You're adorable." Nova smirked.

"Am I, really?" Raine laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing yet again.

"So... Raine Jackson." Nova dropped her voice to an almost whisper as she leaned closer. The sound of her name on this woman's lips was just enough to undo her completely.

"Yes, Nova?" Raine's eyes dropped to the plump of Nova's bottom lip and there they remained.

"Tell me... what's a girl like you doing working all alone — and probably underpaid — at some mom and pop clothing shop? Is this how you imagined your life to be?" Nova's question threw Raine for a loop, for she wasn't expecting to have such a deep and intimate conversation on the first date. Raine's eyes shot back up to Nova's.

"Actually, no, it isn't. I dropped out of college to take care of my grandmother when she fell sick. She and my grandpa are the ones who raised me... my grandpa died when I was 14, so my grandma was all I had left in the world. She meant everything to me. And when she died..." Raine trailed off, trying her damndest to swallow the nagging lump that has suddenly made its appearance in her throat.

"You lost all hope." Nova finished. Just then, the barista came and sat down their drinks.

"Here ya are! One old fashioned and one whiskey with sprite. Can I get y'all anything else?" She smiled.

"Thank you, we're good." Raine mumbled, grasping desperately at her drink. Nova placed her warm hand on top of Raine's, stopping her from grabbing her drink as recklessly as she was going to.

"Be still. Sit with the pain. This alcohol won't magically snatch it away. It hasn't before and it won't now." Nova's voice was the calmest thing Raine has ever had the pleasure of listening to. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Oh, no! Not here! Not now! She thought to no prevail. The tears kept coming.

"I've been so alone." She hung her head, attempting to shelter her face from possible onlookers in the crowded bar.

"I wanted to be a pediatrician. I was damn good at it, too. I was so close."

"Go back, my love."

"It's too late. I can't just pick back up where I left off. Besides, I'm 26 years old! What if I—" Raine was cut off by Nova's sudden grabbing of her jaw. Nova brought Raine's face a half of an inch away from her own.

"Doubt is the weak mind attempting to overthrow the mighty." Nova growled in a hearty whisper, a burning fire in her eyes.

"Nova." Raine was aroused. Intrigued. Enflamed. It's not that she loved being handled, no. She just loved being handled by her. Raine needed more... more of whatever it was that Nova was doing to her. Nova released her jaw slowly and stroked her cheek comfortingly.

"You can do anything, Raine Jackson." Every time Nova said her name, Raine fell deeper into enchantment.

"Can I do you?" She whispered before she could stop herself.

"Not before I do you." Nova grinned wickedly. At this, Raine immediately gushed sweet natural juices down below. She squirmed slightly in her seat at the brand new mixture of pleasantness and discomfort and whined quietly with unadulterated desire.

"Forgive me, I'm not sure what came over me." Raine moaned, her pussy throbbing faster and harder.

"I know. You want me to fuck you." Nova dropped her voice and her eyelids to half mast. Raine gasped as she felt Novas hand creep up her dress under the table. "You've wanted me to fuck you since the very first moment you saw me. I wanna hear you say it."

Novas thumb was now pressing down on Raines button from over her panties and moving in slow, torturing circles. Raine couldn't control the way her eyes fluttered shut and her soft moans escaped her lips.

"Nova." Raine gasped out.

"Say it." Nova demanded more firmly, pressing even harder.

"Nova!" Raine screamed, suddenly once again aware that they were in public. Raine clasped her hands over her mouth and looked around to make sure nobody overheard her screams of pleasure. Luckily the music in the background and the football game on the big screen were enough to drown her out. Meanwhile, Nova was full-on laughing.

"You're so wet." She smirked.

"You did that on purpose." Embarrassed, Raine brought her drink closer to herself and hovered over it, taking the skinny black straw into her mouth and sucking until she hit rock bottom.

"Why, of course I did, darling. I wanted to hear you scream my name." Nova sat back into her chair, legs crossed, and she watched Raine squirm as she sipped on her drink.

Wishing, oh so desperately, that it were Raine she was sipping on instead.

[vixensheart]

Husk didn’t consider himself particularly religious. Never had. Growing up, his momma never took him to church. No, mornings were sacred in a whole different sort of way—a time of rest. Of recouperance after a long, long night. Sure, she had a bible sitting around. She never read it, much. And he never did either. 

He couldn’t really say if he ever honestly believed in Heaven or Hell. But, well. He wasn’t particularly surprised this was where he woke up. 

It made sense, all things considered. 

The coffee machine gurgled, liquid, steaming gold drizzling down into the waiting pot, his chipped mug he always grabbed for himself sitting at the edge of the counter. Husk blinked, eyes bleary, and stared, unseeing. He scratched at the fur of his stomach. Sighed. 

Charlie’d spent all of yesterday droning on and on about the Seven Deadly Sins and how they related to Hell’s structure. It was…well. It was something, at least. Husk wasn’t exactly sure how it all went towards helping him get into Heaven, but he also couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t at least a little interesting. 

In essence, humanity was Lucifer’s hubris. It was why, Charlie theorized, the Pride Ring didn’t have a native hellborn. Humanity was its hellborn. Or, the closest thing to it. Something about being Heaven’s last laugh about the whole betrayal shit. Which, Charlie seemed sour, over. Husk didn’t really give a shit. Maybe it was the inherent pessimism, but if Lucifer didn’t toss humanity the apple, someone else would’ve. Or, hell, maybe humanity would’ve just up and found it on its own. 

The coffee stopped flowing. Husk reached out, clawed fingers curling around the handle of the pot. He poured all the way to the chip in his mug, steam billowing up from the dark liquid. It was bitter, the coffee. He would’ve preferred a touch of brandy to sweeten it up, but. Well. He was trying to abstain. 

Black would just have to do. 

“Please tell me ya’ got more of that.” 

Cherri shuffled her way into the kitchen hair in utter disarray, sleep clinging to all her edges. Her baggy sleep shirt fell off one shoulder, mismatched socks visible over the fluff of her slippers as they flip-flopped on the marble floor. She lurched for the coffee pot Husk held out for her, mumbling several words of thanks as she poured herself a mug full. 

“Rough night?” he asked quietly. Cherri snorted. 

“What night isn’t?” 

And, touché. 

“Ah, Husker! Just the man I was looking for this fine morning!” 

The staticky voice had Husk’s fur standing on end. Alastor strode into the kitchen, twirling his microphone cane in that eerily cheery manner of his, smile as bright and sharp as ever. Husk scowled into his mug of coffee, wings twitching on his back. He pressed them tighter to his body. 

“The fuck you want?” he grumbled. Alastor tilted his head, a jerky, choppy movement. 

“I have a little errand for you to run. Shouldn’t take too terribly long. Provided, of course, you don’t dilly dally.” He leered closer, those eyes of his aglow with a disdain that rattled at Husk’s goddamn bones. “We wouldn’t want you to miss circle time with the princess, after all, would we?” 

Husk swallowed down the growl threatening to claw its way loose. That kind of shit wouldn’t fly with Alastor. Husk would know. 

Too damn well. 

“What’s the errand?” It came out stiff and bled irritation, which Alastor seemed to savor. His chuckle was deep and distorted, and he leaned back, sidestepping Husk to reach for the coffee pot now sitting on the counter. 

“Oh, just a little jolly skip to Cannibal Town. I have an order from Miss Rosie I need you to pick up for me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Cherri said, one hand on her hip, “you can’t pick it up yourself why, exactly?” 

Alastor hummed as he sipped at his steaming coffee. “Why, because Husker is picking it up for me! Isn’t that right?” His head snapped to the side, smile wider, sharper. Husk’s fur prickled. He scowled. 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“Excellent! Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Alastor swept out of the kitchen, then, humming some old melody Husk couldn’t quite place, leaving him and Cherri to stare after him. 

“Well, he’s a piece of work.” Cherri’s scowl was harsh. She set her coffee mug down, the click of the ceramic hitting against the counter echoing in the quiet of the kitchen. “What in the hell is his problem, anyway?” 

Husk shrugged, gulped down a mouthful of coffee. “Been askin’ that question for years.” 

“Years? Shit, you’re either a damned saint or a masochist, old man.” Cherri snorted and shook her head, turning to rifle through the cabinets. “I’d’ve long since blasted a hole in that fucker’s ass if I was you.” She pulled down a box of cereal—some sugary, chocolate shit Angel always liked—and shoved a hand inside, pulling out a handful of cereal that she chewed on noisily. 

His ear flicked, and he stared down at his mug. The dark, inky liquid stared back, bitter and cheap, just like him. 

Husk chuckled, low, empty. 

“Yeah, well. Guess I preferred to stick around.” Stick around, save his own skin—whatever you wanted to call it. Husk was a goddamn coward and only had himself to blame for being stuck on Alastor’s leash. 

So. No use in bitching about it. It wasn’t like he could get free anytime soon. 

Outside of redemption, anyway. He hoped. 

A futile fucking thing, maybe, but it was all he had to cling to. 

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[waiting-for-cas-to-save-me]

Eddie muson x reader

I'm right here sweet heart

Best friend/crush eddie

Warning swearing and period

Wrote for comfort and cuz yeah

Your period had hit harder than it had been the last few months this go round. Leaving you miserable at its only been day 1 . Pain killers went touching it. Lunch was spent down in the news room with Nancy with you in the fetal position.

"Why don't you just go home. Head to the nurse and have her dismiss you? There isn't much else for you to do. "

"Can't drive like this Nanc. I'll just deal with it in class there's not much left to the day. I'll have to call Steve or see if Eddie will take me home or see if some one will take my car back to my place."

You had been in many cliches in school but you had always had music and writing going for you . Taste in music all over the board and you were a damn good story writer. You too had been one of Eddie's lost sheep. Him the shepherd you and many others the sheep. Since that point you had helped write his campaigns when you did they were even harder to beat.

"IF Eddie or Steve see you like that you know your not going back to your place. You'll be at Steve's with nurse Steve up your ass. Eddie will have you higher than a kite to manage the pain."

"Eddie's a furnace too Nancy. If any thing I'll have heat too."

She nodded seeing the point you had. She was also the only other person besides Steve that knew you had the hots for the metal head.

The last class of the day came about the only one with thr munson boy one of the only ones he came to any way. He stood holding open the door for most people waiting for you like normal. The hunch walk was the tell for him that you were hurting.

"There you are sweet heart had me worried there you good?"

Entering the class room you shook your head "no sir rolled a nat one on the cycle from hell"

"Jesus h Christ that bad huh?"

"Yeah walking is a load of shit there's no way In hell I'm driving back home"

"Wanna crash at my place? Beds always open with or with out a long haired heater present."

"Please " you gave him the eyes of many thanks and a soft smile

"Hey what's a guy to do. Let a damsel suffer? Never. My uncle would shame me. Tarnish my reputation ."he chuckled lightly knowing damn good and well what Hawkins things if him." IF you'd like there shall be spagetios and some reff and you hoos maybe some shity cabke film or some shit.i can play for ya too ."

Eddie wanted to make it better. Hinest to God that man has a pure heart.

When class ended he took your bag from you and walked with his arm around you for comfort. To most it always looked like you guys were an item and to you sometimes it felt like that.

He pulled the van to the curb and opened doors for you and even blasted the heat . Sane thing at the trailer.

He had you sit for a bit

Found the rice sock and shoved it in the microwave as he went to work on the bed.

The couch had you supported as you curlded in on your self again.

Eddie shocked you by picking you up and carrying yo to his bed. He grabbed a pair if sweats for you too.

"Okay bra off and that tight shirt must go too. Today you get a treat. A full minson outfit"

You took the afor mentioned articals off in front if him nit carrying if he looked or not ad he too took off his Hell fire shirt.

"Fresh off the Eddie. Warm.smells good too." He smiled as he said it

"Eddie you smell like old spice woods and weed" the shirt was big on you and he knew it. You needed comfy and was gonna make it happen.

"Sweet heart you font feel good it's my duty to make you better. So take this rare occasion of a girl wearing my cloths for what it is. "The rise sock was your friend that night. As was he when it got cold

You had smoked till the world felt fake and you felt better but this too ment you passed out. When Eddie had put down the guitar and found a cold rice sock on you he replaced it with himself and stayed there for the rest of the night.

When his uncle had come.home he did them a favor and snapped two Polaroids of them like that.

Wayne called your folks and let them know you had passed out over here when helping Eddie study and you'd be back by Sunday morning as you guys had a big test coming up. They understood and thanked him for the call.

[rustedhearts]

hard learnin’ (gator tillman x fem!reader)

summary: gator punishes you for flaunting what (isn’t) his.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ main masterlist

tags: spanking, oral (m receiving), spitting (a lot of it), canon-compliant misogyny, mean!gator.

for @loveshotzz <3

the tillman barn. early morning.

“I told you—not to—do it.”

Every few words came with the snap of leather on flesh, cracking off the barn walls and exciting the horses stomping in their stables. Your fingers gripped the metal of the corral with all their might, digging into your chest against your will. Every strike of his heavy duty belt had you lurching toward the dirt and hay. Your socked feet were picking up pebbles, unprepared for an assault at such an early hour.

But you did get yourself into this mess.

“M-m so-sorry,” you hiccuped, listening to the corral clang on its hinges after a particularly rough hit.

Gator huffed, glaring down at your swelling, discolored flesh. “Yeah, now you are. Weren’t so sorry last night, were ya?”

And you weren’t. You weren’t sorry when you got dolled up in a tight little black dress and called up your friends. You weren’t sorry when you scampered down to the dive and climbed up on the bar to pour drinks. You weren’t sorry when you let that guy drag you to the dance floor. You weren’t sorry when you drunkenly scrawled some version of your phone number on a napkin and tucked it in his pants.

But you were sorry now. Gator always made sure you were sorry.

“Asked you a question, brat.” Another hard strike, slicing through the air and down on your bare ass. Your pajama pants sat around your ankles.

But the thing about Gator? He acted like you were his. His property, his possession, his girl. Yet when the time came to possess you, to have you—he fell short. Never claimed you as his girlfriend, never promised long term commitment, never made you feel like it was true. He always left you hanging.

You sniffled, willing away hot tears stinging in your eyes. Your nose burned and tingled, and you kept glancing toward the door of the barn in hopes Gator’s daddy wouldn’t come waltzing in to hold witness to your humiliation. He heard the sounds of Gator’s punishments once before and patted his son on the shoulder later at dinner. Gotta keep ‘em in line, son. You despised it. How him and his father thought they could do whatever they wanted because they ran the town.

But you loved him. It was your own damn fault.

“Shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf, sweetheart,” Gator chuckled. He paused a moment to spit on the dirt: a sharp smack of saliva landing near your feet.

“H-hurts,” you whimpered, knees buckling to ease the sting.

Gator huffed, eyes rolling behind you. He gave you a mild lash on the thigh in reprimand. “Get back up.”

You stomped your socked foot, whining into a pout. “I’ll make it up to you, Gator, please!”

The buckle of his belt—a wide silver embellishment—tinkled as he let the leather droop. He cocked his head, inspecting your welts and swelling bruises as he thought. He fished into the pocket on his thigh and pulled out the strawberry-kiwi vape, taking a quick, hissing hit. He sighed as it furled out, tongue clicking.

“Fine. Since you’re just gonna keep complain’ anyway. C’mere.”

You shakily lifted from the corral bars, spinning around. Reaching down, your fingers curled into the elastic band of your pajama pants, but Gator whistled sharply.

“Hey. Uh-uh, leave ‘em.”

Huffing, you sulked and dropped your hands. “Why can’t I—“

“You talkin’ back?” Gator cocked his head again as he stuck the vape in his mouth.

You watched his cheeks hollow with a deep inhale. The mechanical vape click made your blood boil. You wanted to hike your pants up, march over there, and spit in his face. But his shoulders looked so broad in that stocky black sheriff’s vest. His hair was recently trimmed, lined up neatly around his ears and neck. The way those camo pants hugged his hips made you clench. And the belt still sat in his hand, silver gleaming menacingly in the soft yellow of morning light.

With hot cheeks, you huffed again and looked down. “No.”

Gator tucked his vape back in his pants and spit toward the left. His fingers drummed on the stiff lining of his vest, and he nodded down toward the ground at his feet.

“Well…it ain’t gonna suck itself.”

Your knees thumped to the hard ground instantly. You crawled his way slowly, glaring up at the smirk on his face when he had the audacity to shuffle back just to make you come. He chuckled, but stayed in place until you stopped at his feet. You sat back on your heels in the dirt and unzipped his pants, slipping him out into your palm.

“Ooh, shit. C’mon don’t play w’ it, baby, open your mouth.”

He hooked his hands into his vest when your mouth closed over him, chin tipped back toward the roof of the barn as he groaned. Warm pleasure enveloped him, but on the ground, you were freezing cold. Your ass and thighs ached pressed against your feet, fingers growing numb against his thighs.

But maybe if you did a good job, he’d be sweet again. Maybe he’d hold you tonight when he got home from work. Maybe he’d kiss you all over like he did sometimes, tickle you when you pouted too much. Maybe he’d be kind.

You worked your mouth over him languidly, and Gator groaned without shame. He dropped his belt to the dirt with a thud and wrapped his hand in your hair, guiding you around. You knew just what kind of suction, just how much tongue, how to look at him and where to put your hands—you knew him so insanely well. It was a goddamn shame.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, hips jutting toward your mouth. “Suck that dick.”

He grunted as he thrust in and out of your mouth, reveling in the wet squelches of your constricting throat. He dropped your hair and you heard the click of his vape again. The fruity smoke tickled your nose when he blew it down on you.

You lifted your eyes, blurring hot with tears. And as you found Gator’s pink-cheeked face, his own eyes hazy with pleasure and bliss—he opened his mouth and spat one out.

A wad of warm spit sizzled on your cheek, and you flinched at the smacking impact. Your mouth stilled around him, suction loosening.

“Oops,” Gator chuckled above you, sticking the vape near his mouth again. “Did I getcha, hon?”

Though a humiliated fury surged in your chest, you kept your lips closed around his cock and did your best. He wanted you to get irritated with him. He thought you were so cute when you got all riled up. And he liked being the one riling you.

Gator’s thumb pressed into your cheek, massaging his spit into your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed on their own will, soothed by his touch. He was rarely soft like that. Your involuntary moan had him bucking into your mouth again, hand moving to scrunch in your hair once more.

“Fuck, you’re a dirty bitch. No better than…an animal,” he groaned. “God, fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

You put him as far back in your throat as you could manage, nose nudging the furry patch on his pelvis. The vibrant, neon green of his vape entered your periphery when it pressed against your cheek under his hand, both of them coming to brace your head now. Gator liked you to swallow his seed. He thought it was dirty, disgusting—but that’s what he loved about it.

“B-better—swallow it,” he ordered through tight teeth. You bobbed your head in compliance, watching the veins in his neck strain around the collar of his t-shirt and behind his vest.

He pinched his eyes closed, jaw agape, nose scrunched up—and a strangled moan sliced through the barn as he spilled into your mouth. It slipped down your throat in a thick, sticky coating that had you cringing. He huffed and squirmed as he softened on your tongue, and you suckled at him absentmindedly as he slipped out.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he patted an open palm on your spit-sticky cheek. You swallowed again to ensure it was all down, and waited for him to give you the okay. God, your ass was still burning.

Gator sniffed, reaching down for his belt. He was just slipping it through the loops of his pants when a distant clang caused his head to snap up.

“Fuck, get up. My dad’s gonna be out soon.”

You wobbled as you got to your feet like a brand new fawn. You peeled your pajama pants back over your hips and secured the strings, doing your best to brush off the dirt and hope it didn’t stain. The soft fabric did little to muffle the acute sting of Gator’s strap.

“Come on,” he hissed, yanking your arm to pull you close.

He kept a close eye on the front of the barn as he hurried you out back, dragging you through the dirt the whole way. Roy Tillman would have his few hours on his horse at the ass crack of dawn like he always did, and Gator would wait until he was told what to do to make his daddy happy again.

You wouldn’t see him again until near morning.

“You’ll wait at home,” he instructed, heading toward his truck. “You hear me? No runnin’ around.”

You huffed as you slid in, crossing your arms. The truck jostled when he slammed the door after him, and the engine started up with a coughing growl. He whipped out of the dirt patch driveway, heading down the trail toward your house (where he yanked you from your bed not too long ago).

“Why can’t I just stay at your house?”

Gator scoffed, putting his vape in his mouth again. “Dad don’t like strangers around.”

Stranger somehow stung worse than anything else. He just spent an hour attacking your ass for going out without him—but you were still a stranger?

“Your dad’s an asshole—“

Gator slammed on the brakes, sending you hurtling forward against the seatbelt. Once you fell back, his hand latched to your jaw, fingers pressed tight into your cheeks. The look he fixed you with was sharp and mean.

“You watch your fuckin’ mouth.”

He tossed your head away harshly, and you glared down at your knees. He shook his head toward the windshield as he took his foot off the brake and sped down the street.

“Looks like you still have some learnin’ to do.” Gator hollowed his cheek around that stupid fruity piece of plastic again. The smoke slipped into the cold autumn air.

“Don’t worry. I’ll set ya straight, hon.”

[mishkatelwarriorgoddess]

Pain and Comfort

Pairing: Bucky X F!Reader, other Avengers mentioned

Word Count: 1154

A/N and Summary: I just needed to have a certain super soldier give the reader a little comfort.

Sitting in YOUR window seat in the common room, you hold on to the hot tea in your hands a little tighter. It's 5 o-freakin'-clock in the morning, and it looked like you weren't going to get any more sleep today. It's that time between Christmas and your birthday, when no one seems to notice you or how you're doing right now.

Well, that wouldn't be totally accurate, if you thought about it - which you couldn't at the moment. At the moment, you were up battling another bout of pain that didn't want to go away. Some of it was physical, but it was mostly mental this time.

This pain wouldn't go away any time soon. Sighing, you finished your tea and went to go wash your mug in the sink. After you put it in the strainer to dry, you walked back down to your room to change into some warmer clothes so you could go outside and not freeze to death. You picked out some fleece lined leggings that Natasha had bought for you, a lightweight turtle-neck, and your favorite red Henley that you had borrowed from someone.

You grabbed your boots and socks and left to go finished getting ready in the living area. You put down your boots and pulled up the socks as you watched the snow drift down past the windows. Everything outside looked pristine and angelic, quite the opposite of how you were feeling at this time. You sighed and started to lace up your boots, when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Morning doll." Bucky yawned as he walked past you in just his sleep pants and nothing else. You didn't even say anything to him, and that caused him to stop what he was doing and come join you on the couch.

"Where you going all bundled up? Everything okay?" he asked, and you could hear the concern in his voice.

You continued to lace up your boots, and just shrugged your shoulders in response. You knew if you started talking right now, you wouldn't stop and the tears would probably fall along with the words. That wasn't what you wanted right now. Right now you just wanted to go outside and FEEL, even if it meant feeling cold.

"Hey, just give me a minute and I'll go with you. You don't gotta talk or anything, I just don't want you alone is all. Be right back, doll." He kissed the top of your head as he jogged back to his room to change. You took advantage of the fact that he'd be a couple of minutes and started walking up the stairwell to the rooftop.

Like you thought, it was cold outside, but not totally unbearable. Plus, as you walked over to the outside kitchen area....YES! It was still there, you were able to find the bottle of liquid courage that you had hidden last time you were up here alone. You knew that you'd be back at some point and time, and if it was found by any of the others you'd just replace it.

You heard the door open and close and then Bucky calling softly for you. "Y/N? Are you up here? Oh there you are doll." He rounded the corner and found you with your back to him, which allowed you to swallow the amber liquid before turning around to face him.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty head of yours, huh? Why so quiet? That's not like you, doll. You need to talk?"

"No, I need to drink right now is what I need to do." You stated as you took another swig from the bottle. As you brought it down, he took it out of your hands and screwed the cap back on.

"Do you think that's such a good idea? Come on doll, talk to me. Please?" He gave you the biggest blue puppy dog eyes that you had ever seen.

"Damn you Barnes, you should NOT be able to look so adorable with how lethal you are, ya know?" The laugh that escaped your lips, however, did not sound like you were amused. It sounded to your super solder bestie that you were holding in something, but he didn't know what.

"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours Y/N?" he prodded. "You holdin' back on me?" He carefully reached out a hand to you and waited for you to take it.

You looked at his hand, all black and gold, power and gentleness. Looking up at his face, with his chiseled jaw and hair that's grown out some; you breathed in and reached for him, this lifeline that you were being given.

As he slowly pulled you to his chest, he just held you. He didn't press you for talking about whatever was bothering you. He figured that if you wanted to talk you would.

He kissed the top of your head and rocked on his feet. He started humming, and it reverberated through his chest.

"What 'cha singin' there soldier?" you asked as you looked up at him through damp eyelashes.

"Just somethin' my ma used to sing to my sister and me whenever we were down. Don't remember what it's called anymore, but it was always something I'd hum when I was in HYDRA too."

You couldn't believe he was opening up to you about something from the time that he was controlled by HYDRA. You just lay your head back on his chest and allowed his warmth to help calm you down.

"Thanks Buck. Can we go back in now? I'm starting to get a little cold now." you asked as you started to move.

"Sure doll." as he picked you up and carried you inside. He expected you to complain, but was pleasantly surprised when you didn't. He put you down on the couch as carefully as he could, but you still winced.

"How long you been in pain? Snow's not supposed to let up for at least a day."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to keep my favorite super soldier close by to be my personal heating pad until this storm rolls through." you sassed but couldn't bring yourself to look at him in case he didn't want to.

"Sounds like a plan." as you feel him easing you back into his chest while he gets comfortable on the couch, covering the two of you with a blanket. You just burrow down and sigh while you start to drift back to sleep.

"Sleep for now doll. I'll wake you up later and we can figure it out from there, but you need your sleep." he kisses the top of your head as you shift and snuggle in as you breathed a sigh of relief from the heat radiating from him.

"Thanks Buck. I'm glad I got you."

"Glad I got you too doll."

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[funeral-grayy]

part one

the next morning rolls around and you wake up earlier than the day before. not wanting to leave bed just yet, you reach under the pillow next to you and grab your cell phone. checking your text messages first, your stomach drops and all of yesterday's events come rushing back to you. zero texts from shinsou. not a single peep, nothing. fine, if he wants to act like a grade A douchebag, you’ll let him. opening mina’s text thread first, you see she’s sent a handful of messages to remind you about going apple picking today. you knew this was something that had been planned for a while now, so you owe it to her to get your ass out of bed and get ready for the day. groaning, you drag yourself to your ensuite. you showered, blow dried your hair and got ready in record time. the outfit you pick out is simple, an oversize rusty orange tshirt dress and some black knee high socks to go with it. aiming to be comfy, you toss on your black vans. after a once over in the mirror and deciding you did in fact look cute, you left your room and headed to the kitchen.

“there’s my girl!” denki launches himself at you and gives you a tight hug. compared to most of the men you were friends with, you were tiny. it didn’t help that they constantly were working out and had all had major growth spurts in high school. and you basically stayed the same damn height. 

“alright denks!! can i at least grab some coffee and breakfast before you smother me?” 

he reluctantly lets go of you and sits down at one of the stools, watching you make your way around the kitchen. you tossed some bread in the toaster and then walked over to the coffee maker to grab some coffee. feeling eyes staring at the back of your head, you turn around and lean on the counter, slowly sipping you coffee. you knew this was about yesterday.

“i’m fine, i promise. so please stop looking at me that way.” denki simply nods in response. ah, so this is how the day was going to go, everyone treating you as if you were glass. its fine, you can handle this. you wouldn’t let what happened yesterday ruin your day, you were determined to have fun with your friends. 

once finished breakfast, you, mina and denki headed to the apple orchard to meet the rest of your friends. you told yourself you wouldn’t dwell on yesterday, you wouldn’t even think of shinsou and the hurtful words he hurled at you. the minute you spotted the rest of your friends, your face brightened. how could you possibly have a bad day? you’re surrounded by your best friends, who love you and always have your back. upon seeing you, sero makes his way over, a big smile plastered on his face. god, had he always been this handsome? did your crush on shinsou just blind you from everyone else? he looked so good today too. black hoodie, with a red flannel over top, ripped up black jeans and a pair of black vans. 

“wow, can’t believe you copied my shoes” you tease, pointing at your own black vans.

“ah what can i say? just wanted to match with ya” he grins as he finally reaches you. it’d always been so easy with him, he always made you feel so comfortable and never out of place. you two stood a bit away from the rest of the group, just talking and joking around. you were glad he didn’t ask you about yesterday. you really didn’t want it to become a big thing in your group and just hoped it would blow over.

two voices interrupt your conversation with sero. you will the feeling in your chest to go away. this wasn’t happening. this was a joke, right? you looked over your shoulder as shinsou and jirou strolled up to the rest of the group. you blink hard. once. twice. no, this wasn’t right. this couldn’t be right. there was no way shinsou was holding jirou’s hand right now. smiling down at her as she laughs at something kirishima had said. you didn’t know what to do, your body was frozen. you knew one day he’d find someone but you didn’t think it’d be this soon. since when had they been close? he never mentioned her to you, not even once. on top of the hurt you feel from seeing them together, you also feel betrayal. he was supposed to be your best friend, he was supposed to tell you everything. you could feel your throat closing up and the tears building. 

“i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back” is all you say to sero before bolting towards the main building. the minute you turn away from him, the tears start to rapidly fall. as it turns out, you still have a lot of tears left to cry after yesterday. you cover your mouth, trying to keep your sobs at bay. you couldn’t go back there now, you couldn’t stand there and watch them together. aggressively you wipe your eyes, just wanting the fucking tears to stop. stopping once you reach the sign by the road, you take out your phone and just as you’re about to book a taxi, one pulls up letting a group of girls out. this was your only saving grace of the day. sliding into the taxi, you rattle off your address and lean your head back. the tears had stopped for now but you knew it wasn’t the end of them. you pull your phone back out and fire off a text to mina, apologizing for leaving abruptly and not saying goodbye.

back at the orchard, some time had passed and your friends finally noticed your absence. 

“hey, has anyone seen yn?” kirishima asks while looking around the group. 

“she said she was going to the bathroom but that was almost 20 minutes ago now” sero spoke up, worrying about you now.

“oh shit, my phones been on silent but she said she went home…” mina quickly types back to you and pockets her phone. she’s the only one who knew about your daily wishes. she had forgotten that shinsou was invited and couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to check in on you. 

“maybe i should go check on her?” shinsou suggests. everyone turns to look at sero as he lets out the most sarcastic laugh.

“nah man, i think you’ve done more than enough.” 

“what the fuck is that suppose to me?”

“oh c’mon! don’t pretend like nothing happened yesterday!”

“ENOUGH!” bakugo barked at the two men “quit the fuckin’ pissin’contest and leave yn the fuck alone. if she wanted any of us around, she would have stayed. so fuck off and let’s move on.”  both shinsou and sero glare at each other but shut up nonetheless. the day continues on without a hitch. after the apple orchard, everyone agrees they’ll meet up for dinner and then head back to mina’s to watch some movies. sero uses this chance to skip dinner and head over earlier, hoping to catch yn alone.

you glance down at your phone as you receive a text. your brows furrow when you see it’s from sero, you hadn’t talked to him or seen him since this morning. shit, you had literally lied to him and then bailed. gulping hard, you try and calm down the anxiety that seems to be rising  as you think of what the text might say. was he mad at you? upset? you really don’t know, he’s always been a wild card. you pick up your phone finally and open his text, which simply says ‘i’m outside your door’. jumping out of bed you quickly run to the front door of your apartment and rip it open, maybe a bit too violently. sero chuckles as he takes in your frazzled self. 

“i come baring gifts!” he exclaims as he walks into your apartment. everyone else was still out, they had a whole day planned out and now you were wondering why sero wasn’t also with them. as if he could read your mind, he spoke up. 

“i figured you might want some company for the evening, is that alright?” he almost looks hesitant, like he thinks there’s a slim chance you’d turn him away, although that worry was quickly wiped away as your features soften and your face lights up. 

“i honestly really appreciate it, sero. do you mind if we hang out in my room though? i know they’re coming back later to watch movies and i just-“ he cuts you off before you finish your sentence. he already had an inclination that you were avoiding shinsou. 

“of course that’s fine, lead the way princess” he said with a grin. god, that pet name would be the death of you if he kept it up. nodding, you lead him down the hall to your bedroom. you let him walk in first and then shut the door behind the two of you. hopefully that would keep everyone away. sero stood in the middle of your room and just took it all in. fairy lights strewn around the window and bed frame, a cozy queen sized bed shoved into the corner of the room with a tv on the opposite wall. you made your way over to your bed and patted the spot next to you. he looks down where your hand is placed and then back up at you. this all felt more intimate now, he’s never been in your room before or even alone with you somewhere. gathering some courage, he plops down next to you as casually as possible.

“we don’t have to talk about what happened this morning but i do wanna say that shinsou’s an asshole. yeah yeah he’s your best friend, i know but he’s still an asshole. if a girl like you, liked me? there’s no way i’d pass on you.” his eyes widened as he blurted out the last sentence. he hadn’t meant to be so blunt but god it was killing him. you on the other hand appreciated his honesty. you had no idea you had been so obvious with your feelings. who else knew about them? did shinsou? maybe it was time to move on, maybe it was time to stop wishing at 11:11. he was with jirou now, and you aren’t the type of girl who’s a homewrecker. taking your silence as you being offended, sero starts to panic and apologize.

“no…no you’re right. i should let him go, move on i guess. i don’t know. it’s just, he’s all i’ve ever known, you know? what if there isn’t anyone out there for me? what if i wasted too much time pining over a dude who only sees me as his sister?” now you were just saying your thoughts out loud. you didn’t expect sero to answer you. you jolted as sero covered your small hand with his much larger hand, gently rubbing circles with his thumb. the air started to feel thick, tense almost. his touch sent a shiver through your body, not used to being handled so gently. 

“what about me? what if…you gave me a chance?” he asks hopefully, searching your eyes as if they held the answer for him. what about him? you’d honestly always been so head over heels for your best friend, you never took notice of anyone else, never paused to consider someone else. lost in your own head, you looked him over. maybe you should consider him, he was sweet, made you laugh all of the time, super caring and honestly? hot as hell. you never took the time to actually check him out before now but he’d really grown up and filled out since high school. no longer was he the scrawny class clown, no, now he was lean with muscles. thinking your silence means he’s crossed a line, he starts to slowly retreat his hand but you quickly grasp it.

“yeah, i think i’d really like that”

[jungle-angel]

Can you do anything with Phoenix? Like the reader is a newbie of the group and Phoenix just adopts her?

Oh honey yas please I’d be glad to, anything for Phoenix 😋😋😋😋 If you’re ok with it, the reader’s call sign is Thunderbird, T-Bird as a nickname

T-Bird was completely new to the group, like brand new, fresh outta flight school type of a deal

She was like super happy and really outgoing, alot of people couldn’t help but love her, even Hangman

So when some bitchy female pilot started picking on her at The Hard Deck, Phoenix was the first to step in

“You leave Thunderbird alone or I’ll hang you out to dry like my brothers’ sweaty gym socks”

Even Maverick had that “Dayum Gurl” look on his face when he heard it

Phoenix kind of became the protective adopted older sister 

The two of them literally did EVERYTHING together, that’s the level of friends we’re talking here

Alot of the guys in the group nicknamed them “The Ladybirds” as a term of endearment

And eventually they became the life of The Hard Deck

The guys would be disappointed whenever they couldn’t come during night training

But they made damn sure to make it up to them

If one needed a place to stay, the other would take them in and vice versa

Because that’s what besties do no matter what

[undertale-writing-times]

16, when you lose an object (like a sock) it ends up in your soulmate's possession for Fellby, please?

Fellby! I call him Inferno ^^

When Inferno woke up, he saw some papers around his bedroom. It was in the back of his bar, so he just assumed it was random shit that he forgot to clean.

Yet when he picked them up, he saw that they were... shopping lists? He squints at the paper, then shakes his head and allows his fire to burn them.

That was the first of random shit that started to appear in his bedroom.

Sometimes it would be papers, other times some stuffed animals, even some clothing. The clothes were the weirdest thing.

Cause, you know, they were NOT something that he would wear.

Normally he would burn the papers, and hide the stuffed animals.

The clothes he would just throw out.

He was getting tired of finding all this shit in his bedroom! He would sometimes leave the room, and shout "Stop throwing shit into my damn bedroom ya dirty animals!"

Nobody would come forward and admit that they were the one that put the items into his bedroom.

He figured it made sense... he was the only one that would be able to open that door. He kept the inside of his bedroom really hot with his magic since he didn't want anyone going in there.

Today, he was cleaning his bar table, muttering under his breath annoyed when Red asks "What the hell are you grumblin' about?"

He lifts his head quickly, looking at the skeleton who was drinking the mustard that he normally would use.

Inferno rolls his eyes, which was hard to tell because of the sunglasses he wore.

"I keep finding crappy stuff in my room" he pulls out a card, holding it up "Like this"

Red holds out his hand, so Inferno puts the card into it and he starts to study it.

"The name on this is Y/n, ya could just go around and ask if anyone knows that person" Red rolls his eyes, handing him the card back.

Inferno narrows his eyes, slamming his hand down onto the bar "Don't you think I know that, you dumbass? It's a damn human name, I don't give a shit about them I just want their crap to stop coming into my room!"

When he did that, he could see Red flinch which Inferno didn't really care about.

Red was being an ass.

He could hear two of the dogs snicker, so he grabs a bottle, tossing it at one of them.

"Laugh at me again, and I'll dust you fuckers with your own blade"

After that, and after he closed down shop, he went into his bedroom sitting down on the bed looking down at the card.

Y/n Y/l/n, huh?

Who were they to him? Why would they be... he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, and falls back onto his bed staring up at the roof, lost in thought.

Whatever the reason, he was sure that he would find out once they got above ground. He would find this Y/n person...

There was no way that that stupid story of soulmates was real, right?

In this world, love was stupid. It wasn't needed. Nobody he had ever seen has had a good relationship, not even with their own family.

Majesty and Mistress? They split up long ago, just a little while after the war with humans.

He hated that fucking war.

He hated humans.

So why did his soulmate have to be one?

Would he have rather had a monster as his datemate? Honestly? He didn't know. The only monster that he really even remotely cared about was Red.

And he was often on thin ice.

Inferno had no idea why he cared about Red so much. Maybe... it was something from the past? He felt like he made a promise to someone, an old friend.

Friendship, datemates, all of that shit... it was pointless.

All of it was.

He tried to forget about it. While, you know, keeping the card on him. He would tell himself that he wanted to keep the card just so he could find the human and tell them to stop losing shit.

Right?

Finally, they were able to get above ground with the help of this little shit. They even paid for some of the food that Red ordered.

That got on Inferno's good side, at least a little. They were able to break the barrier, somehow? They didn't even kill a single monster, and helped a lot of them.

It was... strange.

At least it shows that not all humans are assholes, he guessed?

And now that they were above ground, he was going to have fun trying to find that human that kept losing shit that was getting into his bedroom.

He was going to miss the underground a little, not the people in it, of course, just miss the places.

Hotland was fun to go to sometimes and just relax in the lava.

When they got above ground, some of the humans seemed scared of them... a lot of them, matter of fact. Inferno wished that they kept with the plan and slaughtered all of these fuckers.

But.

They didn't.

Which he figured was a good thing. They didn't have as many monsters as they used to, and they could most likely be easily wiped out and the humans wouldn't use magic to just seal them away anymore.

They would have all been killed.

Once Inferno got used to being above ground, he took out the card checked the name again, and started to walk down the street humming under his breath. "Now how am I supposed to find you, my little datemate?"

This was going to be fun, it was like he was hunting them but they had no idea that they were being hunted. Every second they don't move, he's getting closer. Even if he's going the wrong way, he would be able to find them.

How big could the above-ground even be?

After a while of walking, and asking around, he was starting to lose his patience. Some people wouldn't even answer him, which annoyed him because, you know, he normally didn't even like talking all that much!

He wasn't even dressed all that strange, or anything. Just a leather jacket and fishnet under it. Gold chains, of course... fluff on the collar of his jacket.

His sunglasses too.

Whatever.

He didn't care, he could find them without needing help. After a while of walking around, he decided to put the number that was on the card into the phone, and held it to his head, waiting as it rung, shutting his eyes.

This better work...

Finally, he heard a voice on the other side say "Hello?"

"Is this Y/n?" he asks, spinning the card in his fingers. When they said yes, and asked who he was, he gets a little smirk leaning against the wall beside the phone "Oh, just a friend. I got a card with your name on it. It just randomly appeared, and I'm assuming that you've been finding things that you aren't sure where they came from as well?"

They spoke for a while, until they agreed to meet him, and they came up with a time together.

Inferno was going to just LOVE having them around...

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