#YOU DID THIS BEFORE OF COURSE YOU FICKING DID

[ratatatastic]

Alright, fellas! Here we go! We're going all Finnish again tonight. Up front we got Luostola. Benell. Samorinen. Mikkolainen. Schmidtola. And Knightoleevi.

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[shoezuki]

Drunk Gep anon back at it again. How bout I call myself Whiskey🥃?

Fully agree. Dude didn't make it to Captain of the guard with little noodle arms and a weak stomach. I'dimagine Sampo'sbeen slung over his shoulder more than once lmfao. He's defo been shoving bite-sized anything in his gob since he could crawl.

Also love earnest Gep!!! Gepard being all soft and inquiring. Bet Sampo isn't used to havin someone so genuinely interested/knowing of him but so gentle about it, with no ulterior motive. He's got Natasha but she's more the loving yet serious sister who damn near KOs him with the first aid kit when he tries to sneak out whilst injured. Now you've got my head spinnin with ideas!!

May we also consider:

Sampo fucks up. Geppie started gettin soft, not quite drunk but enough to loosen him into sayin things that make Sampo's heart warm and hands fidget, and he just stopped keeping track of his drinks.

He's on cloud 9. Maybe? He's not exactly ecstatic but he's havin a pretty grand time. Maybe cloud 7? He doesn't remember when they left the bar but they've been wandering about for so long it's gotten dark and his mind's too foggy to recognise where they are.

He's also too loose lipped, knows he's being too honest, that his attempts to play off his words as jokes is too long winded and fake but he also can't quite remember what he's said???

Gepard is havin a grand time. He's pretty out of it but can at least walk this time. Happy to trail after Sampo, ask questions about obscure places they pass in the Underworld and about the people, before working up to talk about Sampo himself. How he's a pain in the ass but he admires his work ethic yada yada. He's unfamiliar with the area so he's hoping Sampo knows where they're going. He doesn't.

Neither of em make it home. Not even into a building. Sampo wakes up in the geomarrow equivalent of a tree, doesn't fall purely because he's damn near tied to the thing. There's more half empty bottles on the floor and Gepard has absolutely no clue where his jacket is and Sampo does not own a cane that embezzled, where did he get that?

There's an attempted 'arrest' of course. Gep may be off duty but he's nothing if not devoted to his role. They don't make it far and Bronya/Seele find them half curled up on the floor, holding their heads up against the cold brick XD.

The previous night's open-hearted discussion is blurred but not forgotten.

~ 🥃

GBFJDV GODDDDDD ANON UR SOF RCEYEKE. GOD. FICK SHIT...

Sampo stumbling into gepard at a bar nursing a drink, not tipsy but still loose enough to tell sampo to leave rather than tryna arrest him right away. Sampo obviously staying cuz this is a Great Opportunity no way hes letting this chance to break down geps walls slip thru his fingers.

And just. Sampo wanting to get gepard to open up to him and break down his barriers. Totally to get info out of him of course its not like hes infatuated with the man and wants to know him underneath his position as captain.

Sampo doesnt realize hes getting drunk too, opening up himself. Doesnt realize hes actually having fun w gepard and enjoying talking with him. Doesnt realize hes actually answering gepards questions, telling both personal things about himself and small inconsequential things that arent important but gepard acts like they are.

Gepards genuine So SO genuine and earnest. All kinds of 'youre a hard worker you do help the underworld a lot even if you pretend you dont' and 'i know some of those tips about illegal operations were from you sampo thank you' and 'i admire how focused and strong you are. If only youd put the criminal stuff behind you' and sampo isnt sure if its the liquor or gepard hes drunk off of.

And it ending with gepard having the fucking worst hangover of his life, sampo tied to a large stalagmite passed out and snoring. Gepard like 'god my head hurts. That was the best night of my life. Time to arrest him i guess' and seele being the one to find em bickering halfheartedly while gepard keeps trying to get handcuffs on sampo

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Taylor

Warnings: None

A/n: Small little blurp? I think that's what you call it. In celebration of me and my friend missing Taylors Concert because we didn't ask our parents to take us. (they said yes after we asked them(she already went to a different city)). This is rushed because i'm on my phone but im so bad at getting my two imagine i'm writing done so until then Here you go 🙂 (BTW IM SO SORRY IF YOU DONT LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT 🙁)

Word count: 528

Summary: You love Taylor swift but you know you won't be able to go to the concert because your brothers will say no, but little do you know somebody was  listening to your conversation

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“Cause baby i could build a castle” You were obsessed with taylor swift, you wanted to ask your brothers but you knew they would say no and besides Will hates concerts, anytime there's one in town he basically has a field day at work. 

“What is she singing, she's been singing that for days now?” Will sighed. “Taylor Swift will.” Jay replied. “And how would you know that?” Will was wondering why Jay would know Taylor swift's song. “I work with hailey basically everyday, and i live with my teenage sister. Of course I'm gonna know who she is” Jay chuckled. “You've got a good point”

***

“It would be so fun to go to Taylor's concert. I would have died if she gave me her hat during 22” You and your friend Alyssa loved Taylor Swift but you guys also like Harry Styles, but she liked Harry more than Taylor. 

“Yeah that would be so cool but my parents for sure wont let me go since i'm already going to Harry Styles Last Concert in a couple of months, and your brothers are strict sometimes” Alyssa sighed into the phone. 

“Anyways i gotta finish some homework I'll see you tomorrow Lys' ' You said as you were going to hang up the face time. “Bye Y/n see you tomorrow” Alyssa waved at the screen and then she was gone. Now time to Sob and cry over having to do homework.

But outside your room Jay made a call. “Hey Josh, can I ask you a really important Favor and question?” 

***

Jay walked into the living room where you were planted on the couch watching your favorite show, The Rookie.

“Y/n, since you didn't ask us about going to the Taylor swift concert, how about we dress up and go buy some merch tomorrow?” Jay wasn't much on dressing up but it was for you. You turned towards Jay and looked at him “For real? The lines are gonna be really really long” You knew that for a fact. 

“I may or may not know someone who will be able to get us to the front of the line” Your eyes lit up and immediately ran upstairs to find things you'll need to make your outfit perfect.

***

You and Jay had gotten a lot of merch. Wills gonna kill you guys for sure. “Hey Y/n?” Jay Pulled Two pieces of paper out of his pocket “Hm? NO WAY OMG” you were literally screaming. Your brother Jay, JAY MOTHER FICKING HALSTEAD, IS HOLDING TAYLOR SWIFT TICKETS.

Before you said anything else you ran to hug Jay and almost tackled him to the ground “Thank you, thank you, thank youuuuuuu” But something didn't make any sense “Wait? How did you get tickets, they were really expensive and buying them off ticketmaster ended like a while ago?”

“Lets Just say, Taylor is an old friend of mine and she owed me a huge favor and backstage tickets.” Jay grinned. “Thank you so so soooooo much, You're the best big brother anybody could ever ask for. I love you Jay.” You hugged him again. “I love you too Y/N”

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Horrible one today because i wrote it in 1 hour but i did something 🙂

[dexare]

[ TRUE PESPECTIVE ]

(Heavy wind interference) (Sreams can be heard in the background) Log:006 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

" Fuck me, Mark just got his leg shredded by the tip of a pyramid!...

We found a narrow path up the valley, we were hoping to get high enough to avoid the sand but the path was so fucking narrow that Mark completely fell off, the only reason his not dead is because his leg got fucking impaled by one of the pyramids poking out from the sand. I honestly can't tell you if his lucky or not. The tip pierced his leg around the thigh and ripped away to his feet, his royally fucked. How the hell is the wind that strong, it just fucking lifted the guy and throw him over the edge fuck.. we need to make a camp, we need to move guys!..."

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Log:007 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003.

"Jesus, how do I ever start this.. alright, so yesterday was a fucking journey man. Marks doing alright for the most part, but he lost so much blood that he fell unconscious, still hasn't woken up yet.

A lot of things helped him out, and the fucker still breathing at least. Milo's keeping an eye on him says that he's healing fast.. too fast, I won't even try with that. I recommend a quarantine once we get back.... His suit was compromised, it did repaired itself pretty fast so I'm guessing that's what saved his life the most, stopped his leg from losing any more blood an gave it pressured, I'm pretty sure he'd be dead without it. My ########## didn't make it, so I doubt he would either, even in a place like this one.

Anyway, that's not really everything. Yesterday, after Mark suit stabilized him, we kept climbing the hillside all the way to the top. We found a pretty good camp side... I couldn't get the camera to work then but this, this is what I was talking about a couple of days ago [image], there's way too many of them the way the sand falls, how they suddenly pop out from the wind blowing it away its like watching a video of plants growing, it's honestly beautiful but also terrifying when you realize that pyramid is the size of a mountain and the video is now playing backwards with you desapering into the fucking sand.

Its fucked, but at least we're high enough that it's not a problem anymor..kinda.. Now the new problem is just the fucking wind.. it just doesn't fucking stop, we pinned everything down but of course it's still fucking sand, so it obviously doesn't hold shit!. AINT THAT RIGHT THOMASss YOU FUCKING stupid CUNT!....

*sight* Sorry, sorry, it fine, we're managing. It's fine. it's oki doki. We're still fine....... What really got me on edge is what I saw this morning...

Like I mentioned before, we're still keeping an eye on the sky to chart it out an see we're we are in Galaxy and all that time stuff, but this storm just doesn't let up, its like a nonstop hurricane without rain, just movement of air in random directions. It's getting on my nerves, but yesterday, for whatever reason, i felt like sitting outside while i was looking at the cloud formations.... but then.. then I noticed something that chilled me to the ficking bones, and I can still feel it, that leftover sensation creeping up on me that sudden rush of adrenaline and fear still pumping in my vains.

While i sat looking at the clouds, I saw an opening forme in between the clouds. It was directly on top of me... when I tried to look beyond it.... I saw a world completely upside down with another person looking back at me. The landscape was black, and the entire formation in the sky sharpened to a pyramid... I dont know if it was a mirror or something else, but it looked broken....

It couldn't have been the same place I was standing on.. the landscape looked different, but the man had a suit just like mine, and they were standing there as surprised as i was..."

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Log:0010 by Dr. Vincent Monet From the Constance Foundation on CF/Local-0003

"We managed to get to the other side, and the smart device is still operational, but we had to leave the hover cart behind. On a good note, Mark can walk again and... as far, as i can tell, he doesn't act any differently... for now, at least... hmph..

Anyways, the sky is completely clear finally. Yesterday, after that thing that happened, Thomas managed to chart it out, Ay's was right about his prediction. it's an Earth variant...□○■●□○

□○■●□○■●...the sky is still completely clear, no roof, no dark pyramids, no reflection.... I talked to Thomas, and apparently, he saw something similar while working on the chart...

I still can't explain it, but where moving on to pyramid and the city, i dont think we're gonna get any answers on this run...

I'm definitely coming back here.."

#ChroniclesofRebellion #Fragment #MissingChronology Part - 6/7/10 | Sevdeliza- Grace

[sapphiredraco]

Okay so ya'know how couples get to that point where they're comfortable they just pee in front of each other? Well what if it's Shakarian's first time like that. 💀 (Also feel free to respond as Garrus cause as much as I love him..I honestly can't picture what he would say- someone please fill in the gap. This made my immature brain laugh and I hope it makes you laugh)

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As night approaches, the lovely interspecies couple prepare for their nightly routine before heading to bed. Garrus was in front of the sink grabbing his special turian made toothbrush and flicking the faucet on for a quick rinse of the bristles. Out of habit once he's finished damping the brush he shuts the water off. A habit he's kept while on the ship since there was only so much on there. Focusing his beautiful blue eyes on his reflection while he begins to brush and maneuver his cobalt tongue out of the way, making unintentionally funny expression in the mirror. Of course even with focus nothing gets past his sniper conscious. Behind him Shepard's little figure drifts behind past him. His eyes only fick at her for a second then continues back to focus on brushing his teeth, thinking nothing of it. After making it to the other side of his mouth he paused at a familiar sound. Water. Swearing he turned off the water his eyes flicked down to the sink to confirm that he did in fact shut the water off. His cobalt tongue sticking out in an odd position. Hearing the trickle of water continue he turns his gaze towards the sound that lead to Shepard sitting on the toilet. He stares in shock after processing what's happening. ".....?" Totally unfazed by the situation because of course it's normal for human couples to do such thing with each other, she grumpily looked at him with her elbow on her thigh, chin in palm she responded. "What?"

(here's where I'm stuck I have no idea how he would respond 💀)

[whumpwizard]

Whumptber2022 Day 17: Hanging by a Threat

“You know, if you would just tell me what you’re doing with the Beacons, this would all be over quite quickly.” Shadowhand Thelyss said, stalking around his cell. The ginger-haired Scourger, Bren, knelt before him in the cell, ankles tied to his thighs to force him into a kneeling position, and arms bound strappado behind him.  Adding to the discomfort, they were tied to the ceiling as well, wrenching them upwards and forcing him to fold forwards.

“Fick dich.” the human spat, wriggling a bit in his bonds.

“Tsk tsk. You know, you look rather uncomfortable like that.  Tell me, boy, can you still feel your feet? Or has the last hour left them numb?” Essek knew the answer of course. That particular kneeling position would render one’s feet almost entirely numb in around fifteen minutes, less when the arm bindings were considered. Bren’s legs would be going without blood, his arms would be aching, and soon his back would start to scream, begging him to readjust.  Still, though, he showed no signs of breaking.  He was a strong one, to be sure.

“I have not seen or touched your stupid beacon, crick.” he replied. Essek smiled.

“And yet you seem to be a proficient novice practitioner of Dunamancy. Something that only study of the beacon could bring an Empire dog.”  He took a few steps into the cell, examining the Scourger as he did.

“Then you are more of an idiot than your leaders. There are many ways to learn Dunamancy. I don’t need your stupid rock.”

“Beacon. It is not a rock.” Essek corrected.

“Whatever. I do not need it.” The young man was handsome, to be sure, even half-dressed and beaten.  Perhaps if he made himself useful, Essek would ask for him to be kept as a toy.  He suffered so beautifully after all.

“Very well. Then tell me, how did you learn such magics? They are not simple.  They require skill, precision, and attention to detail…what did you do to get access to them?”  As he spoke, Essek settled down behind Bren, and pulled out a long, thin silver rod. It was pointed at the end, but not sharp enough to cut. Bren only laughed, not seeing the instrument.

“Why, Shadowhand…I simply watched you.” he said, a wry smile breaking across his face.  At least, he smiled for a moment, before Essek pierced the blunt needle into Bren’s foot, drawing out a sharp scream.

“Ah! So you can still feel pain down there, wonderful.” Essek cooed, as he continued to play. Every poke and prod, every line that the Shadowhand dug into Bren’s foot, the Scourger screamed.  To him, it felt like the sharpest, hottest knife being dragged across him, the numbness somehow only making the pain worse. Tears began to prick at his eyes as he struggled, wrenching his shoulders even further as he did.

“Halten! Bitte…bitte, halten!” he cried, all hold on Common leaving him as he suffered, Essek made no move to slow down.  He simply began to trail the needle higher, up and down his calves, even pausing to dig into the heel of Bren’s hand. Such a simple tool, with no lasting damage, and yet like this is caused so much pain. So much beautiful, wonderful pain.  If he was honest with himself? Essek knew he could listen to this all day, not even bothering to ask Bren any questions. But, he had a task to complete, so he slowed the assault for a moment.

“Hm?” he asked, his tone casual. “Did you have something to say, boy?”

“Ja…ja…the beacon…it is…Master Ikithon has it.” Bren admitted breathlessly. “The Archmage of Civil Influence…he and…and the Martinet they…they do things with it but I have not seen it, I swear!” Essek teased at Bren’s big toe with the needle, eliciting another yelp. “Ah! I swear! I…I have not seen it! I was not kidding about watching you I have been spying for…for months. I am…clever…can hide myself well. I…learned from watching you.”

“My my. Clever dog, aren’t you.” Essek mused. “Perhaps I will have some use for you after all.  But first…I would like to keep playing awhile.”

When the Shadowhand returned to his ministrations with the needle, Bren screamed once more.  The halls of the Dungeons of Penance echoed with it for hours, until he was hoarse and could only sob. It was then, and only then, that Essek finally left him alone, bound in his cell in the dark. 

Hopefully, he had learned his lesson.

[aquatik]

The School Heartthrob ; Ep. 1: I Tre Italiani Senior

This route follows Caesar, the School Heartthrob in the Battle in Class section of the series: JoJo: Highschool Days. Explore other routes and their stories through different choices.

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“You better not make me regret this.” You said as you pulled the chair out next to Caesar, placing your belongings next to the chair and sitting down.

“Don’t think you will,” He laughed, looking over to you. “You aren’t sitting with that annoying ass, look at him,” He says, nudging his head to the side where Joseph was.

You gaze over to see Joseph who’s banging his head repeatedly on the desk. You stifle a laugh until your face contorts to shock. You see a piece of chalk being ficked in his direction, comically hitting his forehead, sending his head back where he struggles to stay balanced on his chair, the fight with gravity ending with him falling onto the ground with a loud ‘thump’.

You turn over to see Caesar recording, trying his best to hold his holler in, probably to get a good recording.

“WHO THREW THAT!” Joseph exclaimed as he jumped up from the ground, looking around while making a winding motion with his arm.

Before he could start walking around to interrogate, a voice cuts through his tantrum, “I did,” Ms. Lisa Lisa says as she stands up from her desk.

“Those desks are new, Joseph. I’m not about to watch you break them like some kindergartener.”

Joseph straightened up at the teacher's voice, he turned around, walking robotically and sat down, uttering a “Sorry,” before folding his hands together like a private school kid.

“With that out of the way, get a pen out. We’re going over the syllabus. Suzi, if you could pass them out please, then go ahead and go back to the office so they won’t tell you something.”

Suzi passes by the tables to hand out the syllabus, when she passes you and starts wiggling her eyebrows at you. It takes you a second to understand, but once you do you quickly scoff at her and begin to usher her away.

She heads to the front of the classroom to go back to the office, saying goodbye to Ms. Lisa Lisa, before peeking her head out the door to stick her tongue out at you.

“You know her?” Caesar leans close to you and whispers since Ms. Lisa Lisa was still going over the syllabus. Before he spoke to you, he looked bored out of his mind, you noticed.

You nodded, “Yeah, we’re like best friends. Do you know her or something?”

“Yeah. We came on the same exchange program in middle school and we ended up in the same highschool after we both stayed.” He responded.

“Same program yet I’ve never heard of you until now?” You asked yourself.

You were about to ask him another question until you saw Ms. Lisa Lisa looking at you two. You straightened up and looked ahead to avoid the teacher commenting on anything. Oh well, you’d find the chance to ask him later.

After a few more minutes, it was nearing the end of the period. “That should sum it up. This course should prove to be interesting to you guys. Now for homework—“ Ms. Lisa Lisa said before being cut off by the groaning of some of your classmates.

“Oh quiet down!” She exclaimed. “Now you’re making me want to give an actual assignment.” With that, the whole class quieted down.

“As I was saying,” She softly laughed as she started to close her binder, “Your homework is to get this signed; turn it in to me tomorrow. I also want you to get your partner’s number so you have someone to communicate with. They will be the one you do group work with and who you can ask questions to.”

She looked over at your side of the room, glancing through you, Caesar, and Joseph. “My seniors over there, just make a group chat and we’ll figure it out later in the year if something comes up.” She says, getting up to go back to her desk to work on her computer.

“Y/N, give me your number!” Joseph exclaims, turning his chair around to face you.

“You do realize they’re my partner, right?”

“SHE LITERALLY JUST SAID TO—“

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK FOR MINE FIRST?”

“I ALREADY—“

“Joseph. Caesar.” You hear Ms. Lisa Lisa say without even looking up from her computer.

You sighed as you put your number into Joseph’s phone. It really will be an interesting course, that’s for sure.

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[the-cranck-hobbit]

Prologue || Song of a Nightingale

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter. 

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter. 

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

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It was a Saturday like the other one. Pete Mitchell was sitting in the kitchen of the house he now shares with Penny Benjamin. It’s been two years since the uranium mission. Two years of quiet retirement, and Maverick gets used to this life surprisingly. He was still awake with the sun (an old habit). But no more training, no more mission, no more danger.

Today, he was alone in the house, Penny and Amelia spent the day together on Penny’s sailing ship. Mother and daughter day. Even though Amelia and Mav got along well and spent good times together, sometimes the Benjamin’s just needed to be alone with each other. Just like Mav loves spending time with Bradley, Goose’s son, or with Kat, Iceman’s and Storm's daughter. 

By the way, Mav had to meet Bradley for lunch. In two years, they got their bond again, sharing memories of Carole and Goose, girls’ stories and other talk. 

Maverick’s phone rang. Unknown number, from… Australia ? He picks up the phone. 

“Maverick ?” asks a weak voice. “Yeah. Who’s asking ?” “Claudia Bennett, I don’t know if you remember me.” A soft smile appears on Mav’s lips. “Of course I remember you.”

Claudia and Pete met about twenty-six years ago. Mav has pissed off an admiral again, he has been sent to the Indian Ocean. At the bar next to the navy base, he met this lovely bartender, shining with her smile and laugh. They were young, beautiful and spent some passionate nights in the Australian’s heat all along the six month of the pilot’s deployment. 

Maverick doesn't remember all the women he shared bed with. But Claudia was special, just like Charlie, just like Penny. He remembers her and he could hear that something was wrong. Her voice was a whisper, her breathing wheezing. “Is everything okay ?” He asks. “Not really” she answers, softly. “I’ve got cancer, Pete.” 

Mav took a deep breath. He hates this ficking word. Cancer. The same word that takes away from him Carole, and years later Iceman. And now this word was taking Claudia. 

Before he could say anything, Claudia spoke again. “I didn’t want to tell you this on the phone. But I can’t travel, and I'm not sure I have enough time to wait for you. After your departure from Australia, I learned that I was pregnant. I didn’t tell you anything because your free mind was too precious and I didn’t want to take it away from you. And I knew you were taking care of your friend's son and wife. I didn’t want to ask you to choose between us and them. I’m sorry for hiding your child from you. I tried to do my best. I did my best. But I’m dying, Pete. And our child will be alone.” 

On the other side of the line, miles away, Claudia was breathless from having said all the truth. It was as if she had laid down a heavy burden. Twenty-six years of secret. And what a secret. Mav was wordless. Too many thoughts, too many questions. 

“A child ?” were the first words that passed his lips. It was more a whisper than a question. “Yeah, a girl. A young woman now.” Maverick could hear Claudia smiling. 

And finally, Maverick’s brain awakens. He has a daughter. A daughter who is about to lose her mother, the only parent she knows. “If you need anything, if she needs anything, tell it to me.” Claudia smiles. She always knew it. When they knew each other, Maverick was a cocky american pilot, but she always knew that he was a man of honor, who knows how to take his responsibility. Like he did with this boy she heard about. And that is why she didn’t tell him anything. She knew he would choose her. And she didn’t want to put strings on him. Her Free Bird. 

“She’s got your free mind. I don’t want to impose anything on her. I want to give her your contact information. But I want her to choose if she wants to meet you or not. I know it’s cruel for you but…” Maverick interrupts her before she could feel more guilty. “She is the most important. I… I’m ready to meet her if she wants to.” 

Claudi felt her heart growing up with joy and love. “Thank you, Pete.” “You’re welcome, Claudia. Can I just ask you one thing ?” “Tell me.” Maverick took a deep breath. “What did you call her ?” Claudia got a mother soft smile when she whisper 

“Ally. Her name is Allyson.”

[haikyuuthots]

can i get a Tsukishima Kei X reader hurt/comfort fic? ty! love ur works sm :)

Hurt feelings - Tsukishima Kei

Pairing: reader x Tsukishima Kei

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: curse words, some arguing, but there’s fluff at the end!!!

Synopsis: You’re his person, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

A/n: thank u for requesting babe & thank u for liking my stuff, means so much to me!! Tsukishima is my main boo, I always love writing for him 😌. I hope you like this 💕

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You weren’t trying to be clingy, that’s the last thing you’d ever want to be, but it feels like you haven’t seen your boyfriend in weeks, which is weird because you guys literally live together.

Tsukishima, just started working at a museum, and you worked as a barista in a small cafe. Lately, you haven’t been able to see him much, because you worked mornings and he worked afternoons. So whenever you were coming out he was barely going in, meaning that you’d only have a brief greeting. It’s weird how much you’ve missed him, even though he wasn’t really gone.

Finally today, you both had your day off from work, but Tsukishima has been stuck all day in his desk doing homework/late work he hasn’t finished, he was still very new at trying to juggle schoolwork and real work.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated, you want to be near him and hang out with him, because it feels like you haven’t had a real conversation with him in forever.

You peek over your shoulder for what felt like the 100th time today. Your boyfriend is still in his seat, with a stressed expression on his face while he continues to scribble down information. You contemplate whether or not you should try to convince him to take a break. You knew how agitated Tsukishima could get whenever he was stressed like this, and the last thing you wanted to do was bother him any further.

After thinking about it for a minute you finally decide to talk to him, in attempts of trying to help him relax. You walk over to his desk, and you’re now standing behind him.

Tsukishima feels your presence but decides to ignore you, not wanting to engage in any conversation until he was done doing this work. You lightly place your hand on his neck,

“Baby” you coo.

“Hmm?” He hums out. His eyes never leaving the paper

You gently wrap your arms around him, and place your chin on his shoulder “you need a break.” You quietly say

“Y/n. Not now.” Tsukishima, lightly takes you off of him, pushing you to the side a bit.

You’re a bit hurt from his actions, you knew he was stressed, but could it hurt him to at least feign interest?

“Tsukishima. You’ve been at it for hours, just take a small break. we can eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” You say, your voice sounding a bit more frustrated than before

Tsukishima slams his pencil on the desk “god dammit y/n I said not now!” He briefly yells out

You’re taken aback by his tone. You were looking out for him, so why was he yelling at you for that? Quickly your attitude changes from a caring girlfriend to an upset one

“Why are you yelling at me?? I’m looking out for you! God dammit we haven’t had alone time in weeks and now that we finally do, you can’t even sit down with me for 5 fucking minutes for one meal!”

Tsukishima turns around, and is now facing you, “this is what it’s about? You’re fucking lonely?” He lets out a sarcastic laugh “you’re so annoying. I have a shitload of work to do, and you’re bothering me with this bullshit?”

His words sting you, you’d expect he’d miss you as much as you missed him, but hearing his mocking tone, hurt your feelings

“Stop it Tsukishima. You’re being mean.” You try your best to hold back tears

“Oh my god.” He rubs his hands against his face “are you really doing this right now?” He’s looking up at you, with an unamused face “fuck, I don’t have time for this. Go cry about it somewhere else, I don’t care.”

You couldn’t believe how incredibly rude he was being. Of course you knew Tsukishima and you knew how mean he could be, but he’s never once dismissed your feelings. Any time you’d tell him, he was being too mean he’d always apologize and hold back, but now he was doing the complete opposite.

“You’re a fucking asshole!!” You yell out, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind you.

You’re beyond hurt with his behavior, you didn’t even want to be under the same roof as him. Quickly you head over to get your car keys grabbing your nearest sweater, you make your way out the front door.

Tsukishima’s body jolts up the second he hears the front door close. In an instant, he makes his way to the living room, when he notices that you’ve left he quickly runs after you. Unfortunately you were already in the car, and even though he tried to stop you from driving off, you did anyway.

“FUCK!” He yells out, as he slowly loses sight of you

You’re doing your best not to cry as you drive away, noticing Tsukishima’s standing body get smaller the further you go.

You had no idea where you were headed, all you knew was you needed space, because the anger you felt towards him at the moment was something you never wanted to feel.

Tsukishima quickly runs into the house, instantly grabbing his phone to dial your number. The first two times it goes directly to voicemail, but you finally pick up the third.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” He yells out, you can hear the desperation in his voice, but you were too upset to care

“You told me to go cry about it somewhere else right? So don’t fucking worry bout it. It’s none of your concern.” And with that you hang up.

“FUCK” Tsukishima angrily throws his phone across the room, “ARE YOU FICKING KIDDING ME?” He smacks his hand on the kitchen counter, trying to release the built up frustration.

Resting his elbows on the counter, he buries his hands in his face “I fucked up.” He whispers to himself, in absolute regret

He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, he didn’t mean anything he said. He missed you, of course he did, but juggling work and school, was tearing him up, unknowingly the change in routine was making him bitter, but he knew you had nothing to do with it. He hated himself, for hurting the only person that brought him peace.

He walks over to pick up his phone, and he begins typing on the now slightly cracked screen

“I’m so fucking sorry. Please come back whenever you’re ready. I don’t deserve you, and I know that but I love you. I love you so much, i don’t want you to go. Please, just come back y/n. I’ll be waiting for you.”

2 hours later, Tsukishima finally hears the front door open, and he instantly runs to it.

You walk in, your eyes a bit swollen , and your face a little red

Tsukishimas heart breaks at the sight, feeling angry at himself knowing that he’s the reason you look like that.

He quickly runs over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. You don’t reciprocate.

“Baby.” He breathes out, still squeezing you. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such an asshole.” He continues speaking “you deserve so much better, someone who won’t hurt you the way I did.”

He’s trying his best to choke back tears, his voice cracking a bit “but I love you. I love you so much, I let out my frustrations on you and you didn’t deserve it, but please, don’t leave me.”

You finally wrap your arms, around him as you let small tears fall form your face. “Tsukki- it’s ok-“

“No” he cuts you off, “it’s not okay, it’ll never be okay. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You’re finally looking up at him, and you place your hand on his cheek “you’re right. it wasn’t okay, but you know that and that’s important.”

He leans his forehead on yours, “can I kiss you?” You nod your head yes and seeing that, Tsukishima connects, his lips to yours. The kiss was full of love, and passion. In a swift move he picks you and you wrap your legs around his waist. Walking you over the couch he sits you on his lap and he briefly pulls away.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says as he stares lovingly into your eyes “of course I missed you. You’re the only person I look forward to seeing every day.”

You lightly smile at his words as he continues speaking

“I hate not spending time with you.”

You once again lean your forehead on his as you lightly caress his face, looking into his eyes you respond “do me a favor, if you ever feel overwhelmed please just tell me, so we never have to fight like this again.”

“I promise.”

With that you kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As you two pull away, Tsukishima breaks the subtle silence. “So what does my pretty girl want to do? I’m here for you all day, fuck that extra work.”

You smile brightly “I just want to be with you Kei, doesn’t matter where.”

“I know where we can go.”

You look up at him an amused expression on your face “you do? Where?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

You both change into different clothes, and get ready to drive out. It was only a 10 minute drive from your house. When you arrive, your heart flutters the second you recognize the area.

You both were standing in the middle of a field in the park. The sky was filled with stars and the pond next you was sparkling.

You look up at Tsukishima, smiling

“Is this-“

“Where we had our first kiss?” He cuts you off “yeah.”

You look around as you’re reminded of the special memory.

“This place is special to me, because I was with you.”

“Kei.” Your heart flutters at his words, he was never one to explicitly express how he was feeling, so listening to him made you feel happy.

“I just want you to know, that no matter what I say or do, or don’t say or do. You matter to me.” He’s not looking at you as he speaks, but you just know every word he said is genuine.

“I love you Kei.”

Tsukishima finally looks down at you, leaning his face closer to your he speaks

“I love you too.”

Now kissing him under the stars, in the same place you first realized you truly loved him, you can easily say that even though you fight and disagree, he was your person, your soulmate, there was no doubt about it.

[blkgirl-writing]

"Head Game" part 1 Zuko X Reader Smut Hcs

Warnings: complete filth. Zukos first blowjob at like 20, poor guy.

Requested: yes! By many beautiful, horny anons.

A/n: as always, Reader is assumed as a WOC. Though, everyone can read it, as its left a bit vague. My requests are always open!

[Part 2 found here!]

Zuko was having a really, really hard day.

Years had gone by as a king, and yet he felt less equipped the longer the title was held to his name,

Meetings became white noise, training because a dull pastime. There was no adventure left in life,

That's why he started the arrangement between you two...

You, a representative of a small city in the fire kingdom, and most importantly, his good friend.

A good friend who shot him the most dirty, lust filled looks at any given chance

He definitely shot some back too.

The touches you shared were getting longer, hugs a bit tighter,

You started to kiss his cheek, staining his skin a dark red. A memory of where your lips were.

He had a wet dream about you,

Lipstick still painting his skin

Zuko was fucking confused. Sure, the pair had flirted playfully, maybe he had placed his hand on your thigh one or two times, but no one had spoken about it.

The picture of your head bobbing, unholy moans from your lips on his-

It was wrong. Really, really wrong.

For the next week, Zuko avoided you at all costs.

If course you noticed the fire lord ignoring you clearly calling his name down the hall.

Had you miss stepped? Maybe he had a girlfriend and you had gone too far?

The week after that, you decided enough was enough. You had to know.

After a meeting, you asked to speak alone with Zuko

Zuko was freaking out.

He had three more dreams about you since the first. His only thought was how the fuck you found out about them. (This boy actually thought he was being so sly and smart with his avoidance)

"Do you hate me?" Your words came out far more desperate than you wanted. "I'm so sorry if I messed up. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable-"

"What?" Zuko was so confused, oh my god. Where the hell? What the hell were you talking about?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me, so I assumed that I was coming on too strongly and you don't..."

"Don't what?" Still confused Zuko can't imagine a girl liking him, even when shes flirted with him for years...

"This is already embarrassing, zuko, don't make me-"

"Tell me~" His voice changed, a bit more buttery, lower, sexy...

"I was worried I was too clear with my flirting, and you were disappointed? Disgusted? I don't know, honestly." You huffed.

There was a really, brutally long length of silence.

Zukos mind was going at full speed...all thise touches, all the small kisses that you gave no one else. You wanted the same thing he did...maybe. was it worth the risk?

The answer was yes.

"I think about you. I dream about you, even." Zuko forced himself to look up at you, who sat with your painted lips slightly parted. "My imagination went wild. I couldn't look at you without thinking of my...dreams."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm sure I can help with that-" you stood up, zuko quickly following. He didnt know what to do, so he just stood there, looking like a shook puppy.

"Tell me about your dreams, Zuko. Tell me how I made you feel."

Your hips pressed into his, lips inches away from his ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Zuko rested his hands on your hips, urging you so very softly to just come a bit closer. Maybe then his words wouldnt fair him.

"It's okay, Zuko. You can take your time." You hummed, placing a small kiss on the exposed skin if his neck. A perfect canvas to paint love marks.

After one or two, hickeys, you asked "is it okay if I keep going?" Followed by - "do you want this.

"More than anything-" "I dreamt that you

"Keep going-" you hummed, untying his pants as he spoke.

Zuko barely even breath. You so easily made him weak. So easily hard...painfully ficking hard as you palmed him though his boxers.

"You sucked my cock," Zukos voice was low, forcing himself to to whimper as you wrapped your fingers around his length.

You looked up into Zukos eyes, his yellow ones staring into your brown eyes with a desire you hadn't ever seen before. Lust beyond words.

The motions were quick...pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free from the cloth, spitting on his length as you used both hands to pump

Honestly you fought the urge to gasp, cause hot damn, he was packing

Your jaw was not gonna be okay after, holy shit

"What next, my king~" you purred, kitty licking his tip.

Zuko hummed under your touch, the way you talked to him was just pure filth, and he loved it.

"Can...can I touch your hair? I...i remember helping you take me in," for a man on the verge of being a puddle, his words were affirming and deep.

"You can pull my hair," this is how you knew you found Zuko attractive. Any other time you'd shamelessly swat the guys hand away. "Guide me."

His fingers intertwined with the hair near the nape of your neck a gentle motion to take him inside your mouth. Nothing too hard, just a bit of pain.

"Just like that-fuck" Zuko let out a strangled breath, shutting his eyes tight as you hollowed your cheeks around his cock.

It was slow, taking what seemed like minutes until you got as far as you could go, still quite a few inches left at his base. The muttered gagging sound as his length hit the back of your throat fully fucking aroused and confused Zuko

"Are you okay?" He choked out, moaning when you hummed a reply.

You bobbed your head at a decently slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm the king, who clearly hadn't gotten a blowjob before. Giving a soft pump from your right hand, just to give that extra amount of pleasure.

His eyes shot from how you sucked on his cock, lips pushing in and out, leaving a streak of red lipstick down his shaft, down to your exposed breasts. How did he not notice you unwrapping your blouse?

And how fucking soft your hair was in his hands, how you moaned around him if he pulled hard. Sometimes he just had to close his eyes for a few seconds, bathing himself from the moaning mess he had become. His free hand brushing through his messy hair,

"When I came," zuko muttered, licking his chapped lips. "You drank it all, licked your lips of the rest."

Your free hand came up to Zukos thigh, squeezing his skin softly as your own little reply.

Then you start going faster, hand moving to to caress his balls, and zuko comes undone.

"F-fuck, you're doing so good, fucK"

His grip on your hair became much tighter, his hands forcing you to go just a bit deeper, faster, harder. Then he looked into your eyes,

Looking up at him, eyes begging to drink up every drop he would spill into your mouth

Zuko was literally shaking, his hands coming down to your shoulders as he came, knees so close to giving out.

The deeper angle of him, plus the weight of zuko keeping himself upright purely by hanging onto you made you honestly think you might drown in cum

Not the worst way to die, but still.

You brought both of your hands to his hips, steadying him as he bucked his hips into you

It seemed like he was cumming for hours, an absolute mess, black hair draping down on his sweaty face.

Eventually, Zuko pushed himself up from his slumped form, running a hair through his locks, trying to play it cool

The sight of you was dirty and so, so beautiful. Lips plumped, curls springing out left and right from your hair, tears of arousal brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

"Enjoy yourself?" You managed to smile, voice weak and throat a bit sore. With the help of Zuko, his hands held yours to help you balance. The long time on your knees had certainly taken a bit of a toll.

"Fuck yes-" he sighed, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Just as you did to him, he placed small kisses along your neck, up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "You're so good. So beautiful."

"Can I return the favor...?" Zuko whispered, voice hoarse and raspy from the moans.

"Of course, my king." You replied, bringing your hands up to his hair, pulling slightly. "Let's recreate one of my dreams."

[momomoon]

Yusuke groaned, his entire body screaming as he rolled in the bed. He wiped at his eyes, blinking to stop his vision from blurring. He sighed as he snuggled into the sheets and pillows. He smiled as he inhaled and the very familiar, musky scent of Kuwabara filled his nose. Wait. He pushed himself up and looked around. His brows furrowed as his lower back protested sitting up. He pushed his sweaty hair back with a hand. 

Did he seriously leave? Yusuke looked around the room, fallen cans and cups littered the floor. Eikichi was perched on the desk, under the lamp. 

"Huh, he fuckin ran." Yusuke mumbled as he yawned. 

"I don't know how much running I can do in my own home, Urameshi." Kuwabara walked in, towel around his neck, shirtless, barefoot, and in pajama bottoms. 

"Well, fuck me for thinking that we could cuddle or talk about last night." Yusuke crossed his arms over his chest in all his naked glory. 

"Talk? That's rich coming from you." Kuwabara spread the towel to dry on the back of his desk chair. 

He pulled out a large shirt from his drawer and tossed it Yusuke's way. Yusuke caught it and pulled it over himself. The hem barely reached mid thigh and the collar fell off one shoulder, but it covered enough. 

He sat back on the bed cross-legged. 

"Dude, I seriously didn't need to see that first thing in the morning." Kuwabara turned away. 

"You couldn't let it go last night." Yusuke shot back with a huff as he set Kuwabara's pillow over his exposed cock. 

"Seriously, Urameshi?" Kuwabara sighed. There went a perfectly good pillow. 

"Shut up and quit whining. You wanted to talk so let's talk." Yusuke waved a hand. 

"Fine," Kuwabara pushed his hair out of his face. "Let's talk about how we ficked after completely getting stone cold drunk." 

"I don't see the problem." Yusuke scoffed. 

"Of course, you don't." Kuwabara rolled his eyes. 

"Dude, what's your problem? Guilty for fucking a guy?"  

"You know that's bull." Kuwabara shot back with a glare. 

"Then what? You've been flirting with me for weeks! Hell, even Koenma knew and we haven't talked face to face in months. What's the problem?!" 

"Argh, it's nothing! I just…" Kuwabara frowned. He inhaled and sighed. "Whatever, you're right." 

"Kazuma, spit it out." Yusuke was suddenly serious. 

Kuwabara bit his chapped lip. "Okay, okay. I just wish this was...all a bit normal okay!" 

"Normal? Like if I was a girl?" 

"What?! No! Like if we actually went on a date, or held hands. I don't know kissed at least once before I pounded you into. The mattress." 

"Oh, is that what you did?" Yusuke smirked.

"Don't give me that. I have ears, Urameshi." Kuwabara flushed and turned around. "It's just so out of order. The one thing I've been waiting for and I screwed that up too." 

Yusuke stood up and wrapped his arms around Kuwabara's torso. He set his head against his back and breathed out. 

"You're gonna shut up and listen because I don't do this often." Yusuke started punctuating his words with a slight hwadbutt into Kuwabara's back. "Let's do this. We'll say all our fights pre death were dates since we scheduled them anyway. Then the dream I showed you to revive me was our first kiss. That fine?" 

Kuwabara chuckled wetly, wiping at his eyes. "You're so dumb, Urameshi." He turned in Yusuke's arms.

"You shut up! I'm not the one crying over the order of our relationship like some teenager." Yusuke huffed. 

"Is this what we are? A relationship?" Kuwabara grinned and tickled at Yusuke, fingers scrubbing against his back and stomach. 

Yusuke blushed as he stuttered out an affirmative reply as he shoved Kuwabara's hands away. He shook his head in annoyance before tiptoeing and pressing the lips together awkwardly. Kuwabara righted their position, leaning down to help take tension from Yusuke. He felt Yusuke's hand run over his neck and cheek as their kiss deepend. Kuwabara wrapped his arms around Yusuke's body, easily encompassing him. 

Kuwabara's eyes opened slowly to find Yusuke staring at him intensely. Kuwabara's thumbs pressed into the small of Yusuke's back through the shirt. 

"Yusuke." Kuwabara murmured, voice thick and heavy. 

"Aw hell, you can't just say my name like that." Yusuke shivered. "It makes my body react weirdly." 

"Oh yeah?" Kuwabara smirked ruffling Yusuke's hair while his other hand lifted the hem of the shirt to settle on his ass. "Wanna show me how?" 

Yusuke smirked back. He jumped to wrap his legs around Kuwabara. He locked his ankles behind his back as Kuwabara's hand kept him from falling. Yusuke's hard length pressed eagerly against Kuwabara's bare stomach. "Hell yeah." 

[slytherweasley]

Try something new (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Summary- Hermione misses Y/n after she goes away for the summer and her feelings towards her become stronger but different.

You and Hermione weren’t able to see each other over the summer because you went on holidays to France. The whole time you were there you couldn’t help but wish you were with your girlfriend. You bought Hermione so many French books and little gifts.

On the Hogwarts express you walk through looking for the trio and you finally find them. Hermione gets up and gives you a hug “Y/n!” “I missed you so much.” She lets go of the hug and cups your face with her hands kissing you. Harry looks away blushing “Tell me all about France! I bet it was so beautiful.” You sit beside her and tell her all about it. “I got something for everyone” you give Ron and Harry a small Eiffel Tower.

You show her some photos “Here’s me in front of the Eiffel Tower” she places her hand on your upper thigh without a second thought. It sent jolts through your body, she was just leaning over but it made you tingly. “You look gorgeous” “Uh yeah, thanks” it was hard to concentrate when she always seemed to be touching you.

Small things she would do would turn you on so much sometimes you had to handle it yourself when you got the chance to be alone. It seemed like you both always wanted to be touching each other in some way. Even Harry and Ron noticed “Since you got back Hermione hasn’t been able to have a conversation without your name coming up.” “Oh give me a break, I haven’t seen Y/n all summer” “Summer was ages ago” “You don’t understand, you don’t have a girlfriend.” Hermione kisses your cheek.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class you sit beside Hermione “Find a partner to work on this assignment, this is a big assignment” Snape announces. You quickly turn your head to Hermione putting your hand on her thigh out of habit. “Do you want to work together?” “Umm yeah” she looks down and then back at you “Sorry” you take your hand off her thigh “It’s okay, I kind of want class to be over” she mumbles. “What? That’s not like you. What’s wrong?” “Today hasn’t been good I just want a kiss from my girlfriend.” You look at Snape who’s back is turned you peck Hermione’s lips “I’ll give you a proper kiss after class.”

You take Hermione to a quiet hallway away from people. She pushes you against the wall and kisses you. Your hand travels from her back to underneath her skirt squeezing her bum. She stops kissing you “Merlin Y/n!” “You want me to stop?” “N-no just be careful” “Do you like it when I touch you in that way?” “Y-yes, I want to try something” “Go ahead.” Hermione has always been quite scared of anything more than making out, she doesn’t like making out in her underwear. You’ve always told her it was alright and when she’s ready, so now she wants to try something you welcome it.

She unbuttons your shirt far enough to see your bra “Oh wow” her face goes red and looks away “It’s okay Mione do what you want” she grabs them giving it a squeeze. You move your hand up and down her underwear, before you could do anything the bell rings for the next class. She buttons up your shirt and you take your hand out from under her skirt. “That was scary” she says “Do you regret it?” “Not really but that can’t happen again.” Hermione couldn’t get the feeling of you feeling her up out of her head even though it was over her underwear she was so turned on.

You and Hermione talked to some friends before dinner then you did a bit of studying in the library while Hermione hung out in your dorm. You got some studying done so you left and came back a bit early. You open the door to Hermione naked from the waist down, her legs spread out on her bed and rubbing her clit. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Mione I didn’t know- I didn’t mean to- I mean-” you shut the door and turn around, millions of thoughts running through your head. Should you leave or go in there and help or just forget everything and you saw her almost naked for the first time.

The door swings open and Hermione grabs you by the arm pulling you in. “I thought you were reading or something” You explain sitting down on her bed opposite her “Please don’t tell anyone” “Bubs, you’re my girlfriend. I’m not telling anyone, why would I?” “It’s embarrassing. I don’t do it a lot” “When did you start?” “This year, I’ve been so horny lately, I’ve read lots of books on it.” You laugh “Of course you did” “Do you do it?” “All the time. Mione you’ve been making me horny without realising it.” “I’m sorry” “Don’t be, you aren’t ready” “I want to be ready for you but I don’t want to go all the way, just slow steps” “It’s okay, princess. We can be as slow as you want.”

“I am throbbing really bad, do you mind if I finish?” Hermione asks “Go ahead finish yourself off.” “In front or you?” “I can leave if you want” “No! I mean- I want you to stay” “Okay I’ll stay.” She lifts up her skirt exposing her bare cunt “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy” she blushes. “This feels weird” she says “Do you want me to help? I’ll use my fingers” “Yes please.” You kiss the inside of her thighs she moans. “Holy shit Hermione” she blushes “Sorry” “No please, I want to hear you.”

You use your fingers to rub her clit at a slow pace, Hermione moans. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you princess?” “Please faster, I’m sensitive!” She yells. “Tell me how good it feels first” “Ahh so good” she tries to move your hand to rub her faster. “You want to rub your clit, princess?” “Yes!” You take your fingers off her clit. She rubs herself faster moaning, you kiss her neck and jaw. “Oh shit” she moans “Did you finish?” “Yeah, holy shit that was so good” “That was the hottest thing I’ve experienced.”

You get Hermione some pyjamas to change into, you get into your pyjamas to get rid of the wet feeling between your legs “Wow Y/n, your underwear is soaked” “I told you your moans are hot” “Do you want to go relieve yourself?” “No I’ll just deal with it, they will probably be back soon.” Hermione turns back around to continue getting changed.

Things were different after that, Hermione became much more confident. In the last class of the day Hermione decided she was in the mood to tease you. She slides her hand up your skirt “Hermione what are you doing?” “I’m so bored of Snapes talking.” She moves a finger up and down your slit over your underwear instantly making you wet. She presses a finger on your clit over your underwear “I’m going to moan if you keep going” “No, you have to keep quiet.” You did what she said and put your hand over your mouth.

You take Hermione’s hand and go straight to your shared dorm. You get on her bed and kiss her. She leaves hickeys on your neck and collar bones. You start to grind your hips on hers trying to relieve yourself of the throbbing. You take your lips off hers “I’m sorry Princess I can’t do this I’m so wet” “It’s okay, I can help you if you want” “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

You start to take off your clothes and Hermione watches, neither of you have ever seen each other naked. She watches carefully as you unclip your bra and pull down your underwear. Hermione lets out a small quiet moan you smile “What d’you think?” “You’re perfect” she smiles.

You lay on your bed and she tries to distract herself with a book as you finger yourself. Your moans came louder “Oh fuck, so good Mione” you moan, Hermione shifts on her bed uncomfortably and watches you. Your moans become louder, you screw your eyes shut and imagine Hermione and you can’t stop moaning her name.

Hermione gets up and starts to get undressed, you feel her get on the bed beside you then you feel her small fingers rubbing your clit as you pound your fingers into yourself. You open your eyes and see her sitting in the edge of the bed naked.

“Oh fuck” you moan and grab one of her tits massaging her nipple “You going to cum?” She asks “Y-yeah!” You feel yourself pulse around your fingers as you finish. “Thanks Mione” you kiss her lips “I’m so ready Y/n” “Are you sure?” “One hundred percent sure.”

She climbs on top of you and kisses you, you feel her hot wet cunt on your lower stomach. She kisses down your stomach and kisses your clit, she puts two fingers inside of you slowly. “Mione I just came” “I know I want to see you do it again” “Ah shit, use your tongue on my clit” you moan “How?” “You can flick it or suck it whatever you want, it will feel amazing.” She ficks it with her tongue then licks a stripe up your pussy continuing to finger you. “That tastes really good” Hermione says then starts to suck on your clit. You finish in a matter of minutes of her sucking on your clit.

“It’s your turn, I’ll give you the best orgasm ever” you flip her over and she starts laughing “I’m so nervous that I’m laughing so much.” You smile and kiss her cheek “We can wait until you’re ready, I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Just do it, I’m ready” you kiss her cheek “I want to make sure you’re comfortable” “I’m comfortable just nervous.”

You kiss down her stomach sucking hickeys as you go down you kiss the inside of her thighs, you notice she’s stopped laughing as much and she’s relaxing. “You ready?” You ask her “Yes” you open up her legs wider and lick up her cunt she lets out a loud moan “Does that feel good?” “Please keep going” you smile and go down on her again. She grabs a hold of your hair and pulls on it a bit. “So good Y/n” she moans.

You move your fingers faster inside her until her legs start to shake. She can barely form a sentence but I hear her try to talk “You close?” You ask looking up at her and she nods her head and finishes around your fingers. You let her calm down from her high comforting her with a kiss on the cheek and your arms wrapped around her. “Thank you” she finally says “How do you feel now that we had sex together?” “I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. You’re so good at getting me wet and your body is quite attractive.” Her face goes bright red “Well I’m not surprised at how pretty your body is” you flick her nipple.

We take a shower together then fall asleep cuddled up in bed. The next morning Hermione has vanished from the bed. You get up and get dressed going down to breakfast. It’s a Friday morning she probably got up early to study. You were correct she was studying but not magic.

She hurries into the great hall making sure she’s not late. She kisses your lips and grabs some food “Early morning studying?” Harry asks “Yes! Love, I have so much to tell you” “Tell me then.” “Apparently having sex at least twice a week relieves tension” Ron and Harry look in other directions “Do you need to be talking about this now?” “Yes! Our sex shouldn’t be different to anyone else who talks about it.” Ron blushes “It’s true” “So I read this book about different ways” she starts whispering different positions and how to do them.

“Maybe we should start on some of those tonight?” “Perfect” she smiles.

[dabis-girl]

Living Arrangements ~ Dabi x reader x Hawks

𝗔/𝗡: Only I would come back from an extended hiatus with a fick that on one asked for. This is my blog and an attempt at chasing serotonin so ima write to my hearts content. And also I spent way to much of my time looking for a font app that was worth a damn for my ✨asetheic✨ so I care at least a little 🤷🏾‍♀️

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

*𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 *

“Fuck, what time is it?” You said looking to your boyfriend who was hovering above you, shirtless with his fingers tucked underneath the elastic of your shorts.

“Does it matter?” He replied tugging your shorts down your thighs.

“ Yes, I have a class in at- in two minutes.” You said pushing him off before scrambling to his desk that was littered with trash and weed crumbs, you opened the computer to log in to class. Behind your boyfriend swiftly pulls your shorts down while you are entering the meeting password. “Dabi fucking sto-” you protested slightly before you felt him press into your surprisingly inviting pussy. Dabi let out a low groan as he bottomed out inside of you and the piercing at the tip of his dick nestled against the opening of your cervix, but he didn’t move.

“Dabi.” You whined pushing your hips back against him, completely forgetting your class.

“ Shutdaup, finish longing into your class.” He instructed and as he sat in the desk chair keeping himself sheathed inside of you.

Following his instructions, you entered the class and kept your camera off. But you knew that wouldn’t last long Dabi encouraged you to turn on your camera and you had to frame it perfectly so that he couldn’t be seen. Now that you were sitting his dick was rubbing your insides differently. It was hard to keep a straight face as you kept shifting around, Dabi’s fingers were digging into your hip trying to still you. He gritted his teeth trying to keep his composure as your walls quivered around him. Every so often you would back over your shoulder at him, begging him with your eyes. Eventually, he cut you a bit of slack, snaking his hand between your legs to toy with your clit. You placed your forehead on your hands in an effort to conceal your expressions from the camera

“Focus.” He said tapping his finger to the desk

It was hard to focus on biochemistry with your boyfriend’s massive dick marinating inside of you and the pads of his fingers relentlessly you couldn’t help but wonder if your face was showing through on the screen or if anyone was even paying attention. You were knocked out of thought by your boyfriend shifting underneath you causing a whimper to fall from your lips and immediately you looked to the screen to see a few faces of awe and thankfully the professor said nothing but you knew that would come back to haunt you if she ever watched the class recording. Dabi continued rubbing circles on your clit and he was driving you crazy and it wasn’t long before your cunt was spasming around his cock

“What if I just fucked you right here on this camera in front of all of your precious peers and that uptight professor.” He chuckled as his hands ran up to your breasts to tweak your nipples causing you to start rocking your hips back and forth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s what you want right?” He teased still letting you rock yourself on him. You could stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head and your mouth lolled open. “Jesus fucking christ cut the fucking camera before I embarrass you doll.” His voice was shaky as he dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

Before you had gotten the chance to turn your camera off Dabi slammed your laptop shut, bucking his hips so that the tip of his dick pressed flush against the opening of your cervix. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth trying to keep his composure as profanities fell from his mouth. Not a word was spoken as he proceeded to lift you up before slamming back down of his dick eliciting a yelp from you he did this a few more times before instructing you to get up. He positioned you so that you were leaving over with your face pressed against the mattress with a firm grasp on the back of your neck so that he could take you from behind. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance he was at a point where he could no longer keep his composure his hips snapped against yours at an unbearable pace. You had inched yourself up enough to the point to where your hipbones rutted into the box spring, the slight feeling of discomfort meant nothing with the way Dabi was mercilessly pounding you into the mattress.

At this point he had your right leg hiked up on the bed as he pistoned himself inside of you. Reaching around he gave your clit a few harsh slaps before continuing to rub you. You moaned uncontrollably at his actions knowing that any advantage you had was gone, he had a way of tuning your body like an instrument. He was like a guitarist tuning and plucking the strings of his instrument. You were working up a release when you heard the door open and shut, you weren’t worried knowing it could only be Dabi’s roommate Keigo. His presents excite you causing your cunt to flutter around the dick inside of you even more gaining Dabi’s attention.

“Ah- Keigo fuck she’s happy t-to see you.” Dabi’s words came out broken as he proceeded to plow into your sopping core.

“ Keeeiii-gooo,” You said with delight in your voice.

Dabi. Keigo and you had a mutual agreement, Dabi was your boyfriend originally and asked if you would ever be open to a threesome, at first you thought he meant bringing another girl into the bedroom which you weren’t opposed to but you were taken back when he mentioned Keigo. The first time you were all together it was better you could ever imagine, their unrelenting hands all over you. It was just better this way always having someone by your side, having all your perverted little fantasies filled by having dick available to you at all times. Simply put you were more than fulfilled.

“ I thought I heard you guys in here.” Keigo smiled. “I have some time to kill before this exam,” He began pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Mind if I join?” He said while climbing up into the bed, the question was directed more at Dabi than you. Keigo proceeds to pull his shirt over his head exposing his perfectly chiseled chest, meanwhile, Dabi had withdrawn himself from you completely for the impending position change. “She came yet?” Keigo asked as he situated himself at the head of the bed leaning against the wall with his legs spread. “C’mere little bird.” Dabi’s grip on your neck released as he allowed you to crawl up the bed to greet Keigo. You gave him a kiss before cuddling up to him.

“She came once already, I wonder how many she’ll give us today,” Dabi said as a devilish smirk crept across his face while he pumped his dick. Keigo positioned you so that you were leaning with your back against his chest and were sprawled open Keigo made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head to gain access to your budding nipples. With one hand he was tweaking your nipples while the other trailed down between your legs to manipulate your throbbing clit.

“Oh, my little birdy is soaking.” He said pulling back his hand to give your aching cunt a few taps. He sunk two fingers into your pussy before spreading them and pulling them out, your hips involuntarily chased his fingers while you whimpered at the emptiness, and the boys couldn’t help but notice.

“Aww, Keigo don’t tease her,” Dabi smirked crawling up onto the bed and positioning himself so that his hips lined up with yours. He then began to tap the head of his dick agist your clit and dipping himself between your folds gathering your slick. Your whimpers snowballed into full-blown moans and you knew what he was doing, he wanted you to beg.

“D-Dabi.” You whimpered writhing in Keigo’s arms. “ fuuck.” you proceeded to moan as needed to be filled. “Please Da-ah.” You couldn’t even get it out all the way before Dabi shoved his dick back inside of you.

Dabi’s pace was relentlessly paired with the stimulation coming from Keigo you knew that you would last much longer. Your light whimpers morphed into moans that Keigo swallowed as he pressed his lips to yours. Of course, Dabi couldn’t have that your little mons were like music to his ears so he thrust himself inside of you so hard that you yelped and he could feel your pussy tighten around him causing a gutteral moan to fall from his lips.

“Oh my God I can feel you slutty little pussy sucking me in.” Dabi breathed. Keigo took that as a sign to apply some more pressure to your sensitive bud and you clamped down harder on dabi’s dick. His thrust were getting sloppier as he reached his edge.

“Are you gonna cum little slut?” Keigo teased peering down at you with half-lidded eyes, blonde tufts falling into is face. “Come on princess are you gonna come for me? You look so good when cum.” His words paired with the way dabi was snapping his hips were enough to send you over the edge.

“Oh fuck she squirted.” Dabi gasped before went over the edge himself filling you up in the process. Your cunny was still squeezing him as he tried to pull out.

“I loved to help you get cleaned up little bird but I have to book it to the testing center.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. “But I’ll be back for you little one.” He shifted off the bed and you could plainly see the tent pitched in his pants. “Make sure she’s alive when I get back yeah?”

[azucanela]

6. LOCKED IN A CLOSET | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: In which Mina Ashido gets sick of the pining turned avoiding, so she decides the best course of action is to steal the Janitor’s keys and lock her idiotic friends in a closet until they sort themselves out. 

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: kissing, pining, stealing, references to events in season three, damn?

A/N: i was considering using another gif and realized that bakugou’s hands literally SMOKE after he uses his quirk

This was the last straw.

Mina had been observing Bakugou for a while now, and she had determined a few things. First of all, Bakugou does care, he just has his own weird way of showing it, his concerns were laced in with his insults in an attempt to prevent others from noticing that he cared. Even though he would complain about the presence of Mina and the rest of the Bakusquad, he’d never outright kicked them out of his room. And when they needed help, with anything, he’d be there. Studying happened to be something they did together frequently, and though Bakugou insisted on insulting them every five seconds, he was actually a fairly good teacher. Then again, Bakugou also sought to be good at everything.

The second thing Mina had noticed was that actions like this were far more pronounced whenever he was with Y/N L/N. It seemed the girl made him, ‘soft’ to put it simply, not that Mina would ever say that out loud, seeing as she wanted to live to see another day. But it was clear in the way he encouraged the girl, pushing her to work as hard as she could, and yet when she overworked, he was there to keep her from the edge. It had been pretty obvious the day he’d offered Y/N his lunch because she’d forgotten her own, and sure, his offering was couple with a few insults about how foolish she was to forget her meal, but it was an offering nonetheless. 

It was then that Mina began to wonder if Bakugou could feel things other than anger. She’d tried to ask him herself, but he’d simply blushed furiously and begun cursing her out. So, Mina hatched her plan to try and get him to admit feeling something for Y/N. She’d send Kirishima to ask him about it, only for the boy to come back with holes blown into his clothes by Bakugou’s infamous explosions. Then, she’d tried to get Kaminari to hit on Y/N, to gauge Bakugou’s reaction.

That didn’t end well for Kaminari.

Prior to beginning her effort to bring the two together, she’d gone to Y/N to determine if the possible feelings were mutual. Though the only answer she got was, “I don’t see why it matters, Mina.” Which Mina had a feeling meant, “yes I do, but I doubt Bakugou would like me back since he has his sights set on being a hero.” Not that Mina needed confirmation, she just would’ve preferred it, though the few times Y/N had offhandedly mentioned Bakugou in conversation were confirmation enough. 

But no, watching Bakugou, seated closely beside Y/N as he explained the homework that had baffled her, Mina knew that whatever Bakugou felt for Y/N, it was far from platonic. He hadn’t cursed, hadn’t called her an idiot or some other crude name, hadn’t teased her for not understanding the concept they’d been learning in class all week. No, he’d simply told her to shut up and listen as he explained. If Mina had made such a request, he would’ve told her to start paying attention in class, or to quit being such a damn idiot. 

This, this was the last straw. Now, this definitely wasn’t Mina’s brightest idea, I mean, who in their right mind would lock Bakugou Katsuki in a closet? Nobody. And yet, there Mina stood— with keys she’d asked Sero to... borrow from the school janitor— ramming the keys into the keyhole and locking the door behind Bakugou and Y/N. Mina refused to watch the pair pine for each other any longer. If they wanted to simp for each other mutually, then they would do it as a couple.

Also, Mina just loved to play matchmaker with her friends. 

“LET US OUT OF HERE RACCOON EYES.” Bakugou called out, fist ramming against the door as he glared at the girl through the door, not that this was possible. 

He could hear Mina begin to laugh as she simply replied, “sort yourselves out and then I’ll let you out.” All the subtle hints of their true feelings disappeared after Y/N accompanied Midoriya and his friends to save Bakugou, Mina was fairly sure that Bakugou was avoiding Y/N at this point, though she couldn’t come up with a good reason why, aside from the kidnapping itself. So now, she would force them to make up, and hopefully confess their feelings. 

The tension was getting tiring for everyone in their class. 

This only serves to anger Bakugou more, and Y/N seems to take notice of this as Bakugou feels her hand come to his shoulder, he can’t help but hate the way he relaxes as he turns to see Y/N, shaking her head, “Calm down.”

“Yeah, Katsuki, we’ll be back in an hour. Have fun, lovebirds.” Mina could vividly recall the day Y/N had accidentally called him by his first name, the boy’s cheeks had become a bright red, but when Y/N tried to correct herself, he shut her down almost immediately. And yet Mina couldn’t even remember the last time the two had even acknowledged each other now.

These words earn a growl frmo Bakugou, who is moving backwards to aim his palms at the door, hoping to activate his quirk and blow the door down, only for his back to hit Y/N. “I don’t think using your quirk would be the best idea.”

“Well do you have a better idea?” She was right, if he used his quirk, it could easily do more harm than good. Bakugou wasn’t sure how reinforced the doors of the school were, especially in light of all the recent attacks, he also didn’t want to pay for any damage he did. That and he could easily end up harming Y/N in the process.

She exhales deeply, hands moving to his shoulders to force him to turn around in the small closet and face her. “We wait until someone comes by, the janitor will definitely be looking for his keys.” 

Bakugou evades her gaze he turns to glare at the locked door once more, “what if no one comes by and we have to wait for those idiots to come back?” Y/N shrugs, looking behind her before moving to sit on the ground, just for Bakugou look back to her incredulously, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable.” Y/N brings her knees to her chest, resting her head on top of them as she continues, “it’s not like she’d free us until we sorted ourselves out.” The words come out harsher than Y/N intended, but she was annoyed at the way Bakugou had been treating her recently, the way he was obviously avoiding her.

The boy before her grimaces, but settles down against the door nonetheless. The closet isn’t that large, Even with his knees bent, there still isn’t much space between him and Y/N, who had taken to staring at one of the many cleaning products in the room, rather than him. “There’s nothing to sort out.” 

A bitter laugh escapes Y/N as she returns her gaze to him eyes narrowing, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks and there’s absolutely nothing to sort out?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbles out, averting his eyes from her cold gaze. 

And suddenly Y/N is grabbing one of the boxes of tissues on the shelf beside and and throwing it at Bakugou, hitting him square in the chest because of his spread legs. “What the hell?”

“I’m gonna keep throwing stuff at you—” She picks up another item, this time a spray bottle, “until you are honest with me.” Comes her response, throwing the item, only for Bakguo to catch it, placing it down beside it.

Y/N is already moving to grab something else off the shelf as Bakugou begins to protest, “hey—Hey! Cut it out.” Y/N is already throwing an unopened bottle of hand soap, which Bakugou dodges, glaring at Y/N as he hears it hit the door behind him. “Y/N, I swear if you—” she doesn’t break eye contact as she reaches beside her for another object, only for Bakugou to launch himself forwards and grab her wrists to prevent her from continuing her assault. “Stop.” There’s a tone of finality in voice, but Y/N disregards it as she begins to speak.

“You ready to talk yet?” She makes an attempt to yank her hands from his grasp, but Bakugou’s grip remains firm as he holds her. “Because I am sick of this, Bakugou.”

He pauses, brows furrowing as his grip on her wrists loosens and he releases them, “what did you just call me?”

“Your name.”

Bakugou is scowling now, falling back into a seat, though he’s no longer pressed against the door as he replies, “that’s not my name and you know it.” 

Y/N can’t help but scoff, “first names are reserved for people who you care about.” He’d barely been interacting with her these past few weeks, ever since his kidnapping. Y/N had a feeling that had something to do with his behavior, but she’d assumed he had needed space to process, until space turned into Bakugou avoiding her entirely. She’d confided in Mina about the possibility once, and the girl had simply told her to confront Bakugou. 

That was easier said than done.  

“Do you really think I don’t care about you?” He asks, disbelief clear in his voice as he watches her, “Y/N, you could’ve died going to save me like the damn idiot you are. And what would I have done?!” 

Y/N inhales deeply, bringing her hands to her face as she begins to speak once more, “Bakugou-”

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps, looking away from her, silence engulfs the pair as Y/N stares at him, still processing his words when he decides to continue, “I thought things couldn’t get any worse, but seeing you there? ” Bakugou runs a hand through his hair, tugging at it as he contemplates what to say next momentarily, before looking back up at Y/N, “I’ve never felt more horrified. So don’t you dare say I don’t care.”

Y/N is about to respond when the small light above them began to flicker to nothing, effectively darkening the room. Y/N can hear Bakugou rise to a stand, hand coming to the wall and ficking the light switch a few times, only for nothing to happen. Her breath hitches as she grabs the edge of one of the shelves, rising to her feet as well. “Do you think the power went out?” 

Y/N can hear the way Bakugou inhales shakily, causing her to reach out for him, hand meeting his chest. Y/N could’ve sworn she could feel his heart beating as her hand fisted at the material of his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer to her. “You don’t think it;s an attack do you?”

Oh.

“It’s not, this is just an old light.” She assures, pulling him closer, something Bakugou doesn’t fight. “Bakugou.” Y/N mutters, trying to garner his attention, she can’t see his face right now, and he seems to have gone completely silent save for his breathing. “Bakugou,” she repeats, brows furrowing from his lack of response. “Katsuki, listen to me.”

A hand comes to her arm, grasping it tightly, “what?” 

“Your quirk— do you think you could make an explosion small enough to light up the room and not cause any damage?” Seeing as they were in a room filled with highly flammable chemicals, it was a gamble, but Y/N had a feeling this would do more good than bad. 

He doesn’t respond, simply removing his hand from her and taking a step back, Y/N can hear a small crackle as the room lights up spottily, small explosions at Bakugou’s fingertips. His brows are drawn together, attention focused on his hand that was now lighting up the room, 

Y/N found herself bringing her hand to Bakugou’s forearm as she moved closer, causing him to look up at the small explosions faltered. “See?” She mumbled, “we’re safe.” Y/N is rubbing small circles in his arm as she looks up at him, meeting his eyes.

“You don’t know that.” 

 Shaking her head, Y/N replies, “are you calling me a liar?” She brings her free hand to the back of his neck, hand tangling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I didn’t say that.” He grumbles, the small explosions now steadily brightening the room. “And be careful, idiot.” Bakugou tries to pull away from her, worried that the explosion could harm her, but Y/N doesn’t accept this, grip on his hair tigtening. 

She scoffs, eyes narrowing as she looks around the room for something that could help them escape the closet, to no avail. Y/N fails to notice the way Bakugou’s eyes trail over her, watching as her face is lit up by the glow of his explosions. When Y/N turns to look back at him, she doesn’t expect his eyes to already be on her, and can feel the her cheeks warm.

Their eyes lock and and Y/N finds herself moving closer to Bakugou, he makes no attempts to stop her this time, but Y/N can see red blossom on his cheeks in the glow of his explosions, which were beginning to become more infrequent. It’s not until the explosions come to a stop entirely that Bakugou presses his lips to hers, his warm hand coming to her side as he pulls her closer. 

Y/N’s hand leaves his hair to grip his other arm, just for Bakugou to force them to switch places without his lips leaving hers. He forces Y/N’s back against the door, only for her to pull away, mouth gaping open as Bakugou’s lips find their way to her neck as he breathes heavily. 

“That was a very sudden change of pace.” Y/N mumbled, a small laugh escaping her. 

Bakugou grunted in reply, playfully biting at Y/N’s neck and causing her to swat at his chest gently, before looking back up to her, not that either of them could see much. Despite this, Bakugou’s hand finds its way to Y/N’s face gripping her chin as he brings her into a much shorter kiss, “you’re my girlfriend.” 

It wasn’t really a question, mostly because Bakugou wasn’t asking, but it wasn’t a demand either. Even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N could practically feel Bakugou’s eyes burning into her, awaiting a response, whether it was an agreement or not. 

“Okay, Katsuki.” 

A/N: well that escalated quickly, also i hate editing kjashkjdahskjdh

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[eugenesmorphine]

Livin’ The Brother Hood // A Generation Kill Fanfic

AN: The long awaited chapter two. Again, so sorry I’ve been dead. I’m working on more of my chapters as we speak. :)

Chapter Two: Oscar Mike

  The next day after all that pizza, the Base was more than alive. Trucks and Humvees lined up ready to leave. The reporter  hopped into the backseat along with Trombley. Garza hopped on the turret. Kyra finished squaring away the Humvee and followed close behind Ray, holding her helmet whilst they walked to the porter potty. Ray pounded on the door.

 "Brad lets go it's urgent! Where almost oscar mike!" he called. Kyra stood there, a small smile on her face. Her little bandage still on her forehead.

 "Jesus Ray, can't I enjoy one minute of enjoyment before shipping out," he called out from inside of the portable toilet. A giggle flew out of the female's lips along as Ray began to chuckle. The porter potty's door flew open. There stood the tall Marine as he scooped up his toilet paper, and Playboy magazine. Looking between Kyra and Ray with his piercing blue eyes. Kyra laughed slightly and shook her head. Ray went and followed Brad so he could go get the rest of his gear. the female Marine went and got in the Humvee, sitting between Trombley and the Reporter. She placed her helmet on her head, clicking her chin strap on. She began bouncing her knee, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

  About five minutes later, Ray and Brad hopped into their seats in the Humvee. Ray placed his helmet on and Brad did the same. The reporter sat in his seat, sweat dripped down his face. Ray placed some dip in his lip and looked at the Kyra and the reporter, holding the can of dip out to them. The female made a face and put her hand up, rejecting the tobacco product.

 "Hey, War Scribe. Want to try some dip. The first couple times I tried it, I puked a little bit. But, as long as you don't get it in Brad's Humvee, we won't mind," Ray spoke, clipping his helmet. Wright grabbed the can of dip, took some and stuffed it in his bottom lip. Kyra stuck her tongue out in disgust as she just placed her M16 between her legs. Humming softly as they waited for the signal to be off and driving.

///

   After a few hours of waiting for the translator, they were off. The drive was decently boring. Sitting in the Humvee wasn't all that nice. I mean, listening to Ray hipped up on Ripped Fuel and singing variations of Avril Lavigne and other hit songs, was fun and all. Hell, even Brad was singing along with some of them. Though, when you're driving in a desert there isn't much to see. Especially when you are both searching for the enemy, and waiting for the enemy to approach you at the same time in a massive country.

 Kyra had already fallen asleep, her head resting on Trombley's shoulder. A shocker was that Trombley hadn't shoved her off of him just yet. Ray glanced in the rear view mirror, looking at Marine. "Holy shit James, you aren't being a total psycho. I'm surprised," Ray retorted. Brad glanced back at the two and smiled slightly.

 "She is nice to me. And she gave me a pack of skittles," he shrugged and kept looking out the window. Ray scoffed slightly and focused back on the road. That was when they were called to pull over along with the rest of the trucks. Kyra popped up and hopped out of the car with everyone else. And as soon as everyone had gotten out of their vehicles, two white pickup trucks with the Republican Guard's insignia on the front of it. Men with AKs sat inside the truck, along with the truck bed.

 No one was really paying attention at first, Kyra was the first to notice them. She immediately brought up her firearm and aimed down her sights. "Uh, Lieutenant! Two white pickup trucks, Republican Guard symbols on the hoods," she called out. This grabbed everyone's attention quite quickly while the two pickup trucks came to a hard stop. Brad came up next to the female and leaned over the truck and aimed his gun down on the trucks. This is when the rest of the men followed the action. Fick got on the phone with the higher ups in the chain of command, asking permission open fire on the men. Or at least snatch one for questioning. But, to no avail, the request was denied. And we were told to wave them off.

 "The first contact we make with the enemy, and we wave them off like a bunch of bitches," Brad cursed while looking at Ray and Kyra who stood at his side. Kyra looked up to the two and chewed on her bottom lip.

 "You know what happens when you leave the Marines?" Ray asked rhetorically, not really asking any particular person. Kyra patted his shoulder slightly. He looked between his two closest friends. "You get your brains back," he answered, turning around and going to the driver's seat of the Humvee. The female watched as he walked away and looked up at Brad. She wasn't all that upset though. The girl always stayed optimistic and had a smiled on her face. She grinned at Brad and walked to get in her seat in the Humvee. The blonde chuckled to himself and turned, watching her walk away. He shook his head slightly and walked to the passenger seat of the Humvee. And in no time, they were back on the road once more.

 "Hey Sarge?"called out the female from the backseat. Receiving a hum from the Sergeant to show that he was in fact listening. "How's do you feel about your turret not showing up on time?" A laugh was heard from the Humvee's driver. A small smirk formed on her face as the Sergeant slowly turned around to look at her. The Reporter had a hard time keeping in his laughs.

 "You know my dear Y/N, I could just cut a hole mopp suit while you sleep," he threatened. Though, the female just kept her smile, and patted his shoulder.

  "Sure you can Sarge, but you love me too much," she teased as she leaned back against the seat. Brad just shook his head, turning back in his seat to face the road. She then looked over at the reporter, raising a brow. "I don't know what you're giggling at reporter. Just yesterday Garza had to preform testicle surgery on your because your mopp suit was too small. And you kept me up all night because you kept encouraging Ray with his dumb ass pussy theories on this war," she spat. One thing that girl was good at was killing Iraqis and being too much sass for everyone. That is probably why her and Doc Bryan got along so well.

 The Reporter stumbled over his words as he looked at the female's death stare. He didn't think a woman could inflict so much tension and fear into a man just with the look on her face. She slowly shifted her face back to the smile she always had she patted his shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, I don't sleep much anyways," she chuckled. Wright just sat there and smiled nervously, nodding along with what the female said.

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 The next couple days were fine. One night all of the men, and woman, were set in their little tent things. And then the next day they were on the road. The night before, Brad and Trombley had spotted a shit ton of foot mobiles on the move towards them. So the next morning, that is exactly what all of them had to deal with.

 There had to be dozens of Iraqis. All of which needed to be searched for any Intel or any of which to know if any one of these men were apart of the Republican Guard. That meant all Marines on deck to search through the dozens of men.

 Kyra had been patting down one of the men, her weapon's strap slung around her shoulder. Encino Man stood from afar, watching the woman. He was the type of man to be the "Superman" type. Always wanting to help Miss Bisset, though the Captain got in the way most times. And everyone saw it except him. And today, was one of those days when Captain Schwetje wanted to be Superman instead of Encino man.

 Rudy and her had been patting down a set of men who would stop shouting. No matter what the pair did, they wouldn't shut the fuck up. that was until the female Marine huffed and rolled her eyes. Staring up at the Iraqis who wouldn't just stand still or sit town. She pointed her gun up at and just said in a firm voice, "Sit down and shut the fuck up. You Hajii motherfuckers." With that, the two men got the hint and indeed stopped speaking. Rudy watched the woman, slightly shocked that someone of her seemingly softer nature, so quick to use a more violent way of getting to the point. Not exactly Rudy's style though, what else could he do about it.

 Rudy began to pat down one man whilst Kyra began starting on the second one. "These guys gotta be hiding something. At least one of them. There is no way on God's green Earth they would have put up such a big fight for us to just pat them down," The female spoke, glancing over at Rudy. With her taking her focus off the Iraqi in front of her for a fraction of a second, he launched upwards. Reaching for the Marine's M16. And that is when Captain Encino Man came in. Kyra was just about to push back the Iraqi and grab at her gun. Though, the Captain practically came out of no where and pushed the female out of the way. Classic Superman act in a not particularly extremely dangerous situation.

 This action done by the Captain made her stumble and fall right on her ass. Her helmet tilting in front her eyes, pushing her glasses down and probably leaving a scratch on them. The poor woman just sat there for a second, a bit confused at the blur that just shoved her. The brunette pushed the tip of her helmet up, along with using her index finger to push her glasses up. The thud of the Marine hitting the sand along with all of her equipment caught the attention of Marines nearby. Nate quickly looked at what the situation as Kyra stared up at Encino Man. Her face flooded with confusion, anger, and clear frustration as Rudy helped her stand.

 "Uh, Captain. I could assure you that I had that situation under control," She spoke, voice laced with annoyance as she dusted her lower half off.

 "This Iraqi," he started, grabbing the Hajii by the arm and yanked him upwards. "He clearly reached for your weapon, and could've put you in great danger."

 "Sir, I understand that. But," The small Marine's voice cut off by a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the hand and followed it's connecting arm. Her eyes landing on her Lieutenant. She huffed and looked at him.

 "Captain, I was sure my Marine had this under control. Next time, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't shove Corporal Bisset next time you want to assist in a situation. And, Sergeant Reyes was here to assist her if need be. Sir." He piped in. His tone showing that he was too, very annoyed at his superior officer's actions.

 "I saw this as a dangerous situation, in which one of your Marines needed assisting. Whilst you were away. If anything, I was helping you out Lieutenant," he hissed. He sounded so stupid. If only he could hear himself.

 Help and assist. The two words Kyra hated the most. As a lone female with dozens of larger males that surrounded her. Many thought that she was much weaker than the rest of them. Her small size and look seemed to be that way. But they were so wrong. Kyra knew deep down that she wasn't weak and that she wasn't damsel in distress that needed saving. She was capable of doing anything on her own. Though, the female knew that she couldn't change every man's mind that she was indeed the weren't the weaker target.  And the female Marine knew that she especially couldn't change their actions towards her most times. Unless she had to set them straight herself. Which she has had to do a few times within her past. But, that wasn't the point. Kyra Bisset knew that she had gone through all the same training, worked just as hard, or maybe even harder, than the rest of the males that she fought along side with her. That was all she needed to know herself.

 Nate looked at the lone woman, his lips pressed together. His eyes spoke for him. Showing that it was just best for her to walk away because there was no use wasting time with the Captain. She just let out a heavy sigh and turned and walked off. Searching for her other friends with Rudy close behind her. Ray has just walked past, his arms tightly on an Iraqi in a dark grey turtle neck.

 "Hey guy! They have their own Fruity Rudy!" he called, his voice booming as he pushed the Iraqi along towards Lilley and Chaffin. Kyra glanced at Rudy and scoffed slightly. She shook her head and walked towards Doc Bryan. Only imagining what Ray might've found on that Iraqi.

  Looking around, the Marines were still at work. Though, with what was said and seen that most of these men, if not all, already came into contact with Marines or the Army. Having things from MREs, tickets saying that they already came in contact with our military. But, not every man was checked over, there still had to be another dozen men to get patted down and questioned. Though, that came to a quick stop when Godfather showed up.

 Godfather approached Fick, and immediately said that the Marines needed to get a move on. Ordering the Lieutenant to send these dozens of men back from where they came. All of the Marines stood there, shocked at the order. It was against the Geneva Convention to not care for these men, they were technically surrendered. Kyra and Doc approached their Lieutenant and looked up at him.

 "Sir, we can't just send them back to where they came from. Some of these men might have important information," the female stated.

 "Are they serious? Where the fuck are we supposed to send them back to? Lieutenant, it is against the Geneva Convention to send these guys back. We have to take care of them, they surrendered," Doc added, frustration in his voice. Doc Bryan was always one for the rules, and he lived by the Geneva Convention.

 "Well un-surrender them. I can't do anything about it. Tell them to go back," Fick retorted, sounding defeated, frustrated, and just straight up exhausted. The Corpsman and the shorter Marine looked at each and and shook their heads. And just walked back to their squad's Humvee.

  Kyra climbed into the Humvee and sat in her spot. She looked at Ray, remember how he hadn't slept in a while. "Hey Ray, before we are Oscar Mike, want to get some rest? I can drive, I already slept a bit," Ray looked back at her. A small smile on his lips.

 "Sure, I'll sit between the psycho and the war scribe," he answered, hopping out of the drivers seat while the female rolled her eyes and climbed out.

 "Trombley isn't a psycho, Ray," She spoke, smiling at Trombley. He gave a tiny one in return. The woman always had a big sister relationship with Trombley. Always defending him and standing up for him. She sat down in the drivers seat.

 "Sure you can reach the pedal there Kyra?" Brad teased, looking over from his seat. She scoffed, looking over at the Sergeant. Giving him the middle finger and placed her other hand on the steering wheel.

 "Just because you say that that, I'm hitting every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump, jackass," she hissed. Earning a chuckle from the man in the passenger's seat who returned his focus to watching outside of his window. Kyra smiled to herself and started up the Humvee. Tapping her fingertips off of the wheel and humming softly.

 "Kyra, if you could not hit every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump that would be amazing," the previous chimed in from the backseat. Mocking the female's word. Who just shook her head slightly and started driving.

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 After a few hours of driving and a quick pit stop later. And with Kyra definitely hitting almost every pothole and bump she could find. Each time the Humvee rumbled, Brad swore at her and Ray groaned loudly. Trombley was just enjoying himself and watching the show happily. Ray went back to driving and Kyra climbed back into her seat between Write and James.

  It wasn't a long ride before we caught up with the rest of the military on Saddam's highways. Kyra looked out the window as she looked in amazement at all the Military vehicles. Tanks and all. "Whoa, check it out," Trombley spoke up. Just as amused as the woman besides him.

 "Look at this gents and lady. Little more than forty-eight hours into the war, and the First Marine Division out of Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California, is rolling with impunity on Saddam's highways," Sergeant Colbert announced. Kyra sighed whilst Trombley huffed and plopped back angrily in his seat.

  "This sucks. We were on point in front of the whole invasion," He slammed the butt of his gun on the floor of the Humvee angrily. "Now we're back in the traffic jam." Kyra jumped in her seat slightly at the loud thud.

 "Trombley. how dare you question the strategic plan?" Brad asked, looking back at the angry Marine in the back seat as the Humvee was brought to a stop.

 "Oh my god look at this," Ray started up, pointing to the American vehicles. Everyone looked over at the trucks. "'Angry American'. Aw, 'Get Some'? 'Don't tread on me'?" He began listing off the multiple common slogans that were seen all over the hundred of trucks. that lead into him and Colbert getting into it about stupid shit that makes patriotism and country music. And does Sergeant Brad Colbert fucking despise country music. Kyra just sat back and slapped the Wright's shoulder and motioned for him to be taking this type of shit down. Which he quickly whipped out his little notebook and began scribbling down.

 After hours of waiting in miles and miles of traffic and complaining about how the Marines were stuck doing nothing. And hoping that they actually got to get into the war before it ended. The battalion was on the road once more.

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 It grew dark quickly where the Marines stationed for camp that night. Most Marines sat up and talked  with each other. While others slept. Sergeant Colbert had switched out Garza was still upon the gun. Which he was busy working on the gun, Brad and Ray were up just talking back and forth. Kyra had just fallen asleep after she spent a good amount of hours trying to assist Gabe on the gun and preforming some of normal duties. The Reporter was also passed out in a little grave he dug.

 Ray tore open an MRE he had saved within his bag. Bouncing his knee up and down. Probably from the amount of Ripped Fuel the man must have ingested. It had maybe be about ten minutes and Kyra had already awoken. Rubbing her eyes using her fists like a child. Ray glanced down at her, slightly confused at what she had woken up from. Or why she was getting up. Reaching for her glasses within her pocket, she pulled them out and placed them on her face.

 "Hey Gabe, I'll fix the gun. Get some rest," Her voice tired. A yawn slipped from her lips as she stretched. The Corporal was known for not sleeping for long periods of time. No one really knew why. But usually the most she would sleep would be two hours and then she would be up and at 'em.

  The Marine manning the gun looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, I'm fine. You can lay down for a little bit longer." Shaking his head and going back to trying to get the jam out of their Humvee's main gun.

 "Gabe, shut the hell up and get sleep while I'm offering it," The brunette already began climbing on top of the Humvee, pushing Gabe out. He just had a few confused noises leave his lips as he physically could deny the chance to sleep. Kyra just watched as Walt put his hands up in surrender and climbed down and into the grave that she had just been sleeping in. She chuckled to herself as she removed her helmet from the top of her helmet.

 "Why aren't you sleeping, Corporal?" Called Sergeant Colbert from the passengers seat as he watched the screen in front of him.

 "Why aren't you, Sergeant?" was all she responded. The female stared off into the darkness of the desert. The cool wind feeling amazing on her skin instead of the hot sun that was there on the daily. Looking down, her hand went up to the back of her, pulling her hair down. Getting the somewhat fresh breeze blowing her brown locks back. A sigh of content slipping from her lips as she tilted her chin up. A small grin spreading on his lips.

 "Seems like I asked your first Corporal Bisset," Colbert pushed himself out of his seat. Looking up at her, tilting his helmet up.

 "Didn't feel like it," Kyra shrugged as she began working he way with the weapon on top of the vehicle. Her focus devoted to trying to understand why the gun just kept getting Jammed.

 "Huh, I don't think I'm buying it. Are you Ray?" Brad's head turned to face Ray who had been on the opposite side of the Humvee.

 "Nope! Not buying it Brad!" Ray chimed, mouth full of food. A small giggle left the woman's lips and she shook her head. She leaned on the turret's shield and looked down at the Sergeant.

 "Why do you men want to know so much about me?" her head tilted to the side. Her long brown hair falling to the side. Brad rested his weight onto his left foot as he looked up.

 "Well my dear friend, you have been with us guys for months. Through every training and all. You know about everyone's past and story, or just them in general. And we know absolutely fucking nothing about you. All the guys have been making bets on if you've killed someone or not." He leaned against the Humvee. Kyra scoffed and laughed slightly.

  "No, I've never killed anyone," she sighed heavily in defeat as the turret jammed once more. She ran a hand through her thick hair. Leaning back, Kyra slipped down out of the turret and into the seat. It was now her turn to look up at the lanky Sergeant. "I don't talk much about where I'm from or my "past" because it just isn't all that good."

 "Hell Kyra, that doesn't mean shit. Some guys were supposed to be going to jail for some fucked up reasons and chose the Marines instead of being locked up," Ray spoke, stalking on over to the two. Ease dropping. A common action done by Corporal Person. An expression that spoke 'you're and idiot' while Brad just let out a heavy sigh and looked down. Shaking his head slightly.

 "Well Ray, as going to jail for a petty crime is not the best and all. My so called "story", as Brad put it, isn't as easy as that," swinging her legs back and forth as she looked up at the two Marines standing in front of her.

 "Then tell us my dear female friend," The short brunette pressed on. He was just as curious as Brad. Though Brad just wouldn't admit how much he wanted to learn about the woman sitting in front of him. Kyra just smirked slightly and stood up, approaching the two men. With a few steps she stood in front of them. They looked down at her, anxiously waiting to see and hear something about her. The small woman just tapped their cheeks with her hands.

 "Maybe one day, my two favorite Marines," Kyra just gave them a nod whilst Ray threw his head back and groaned loudly. Brad just huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. The two watched Kyra grab her Kevlar and placing it on top of her head as she pulled her hair back into a bun. Clicking the chin strap on and grabbing her M16. "I'm going to go talk to Poke, have fun you two," she grinned as she turned, walking away to Poke's Humvee. Ray just scoffed slightly and looked over at Brad. Who's eyes were still watching the little lady as she was already about twenty yards away.

 "When are you going to realize Brad that you are one love sick puppy over that Marine," Ray teased. Shaking his head as Brad snapped his head to look down at the brunette next to him. He scoffed, turning his body to look at him.

 "For your information Corporal Person, I am not a "love sick puppy" for Kyra. And I don't think I'll ever be. Unlike you and you're strange attraction to your sisters like the rest of your whiskey tango, trailer park fucking hick family. I don't fall for people my dear RTO," Brad retorted coldly. Though, Ray just scoffed and stared at him for a second as the Sergeant turned to get into the passenger seat to keep watch,

 "Fuck it Brad, I'm getting some sleep," with that Ray pushed himself off from leaning of the side of the Humvee and walked around it to his little makeshift bed that he had. Laying down and talking with the Reporter a bit before getting at least a little sleep.

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 The next day the Marines sort of got what they wished for. Bravo pulled in and waited behind Alpha. Gun shots never stopped and Mortar fire hadn't quite just yet. All of Bravo jumped out of their Humvees and took cover. Explosions from Mortars were hitting all over. Kyra sat there, edging her way in front of everyone, trying to search for the Mortar fire. Men were being shot in her view. Some even being blow up. Though, it was war wasn't it?

  Brad and Ray were up talking with the Lieutenant. Men were all squatted next to their Humvees. Flinching and jumping at each loud boom that the Mortars made when they hit the ground all around the Marines. The blasts made it sound like the Mortar strikes were coming from all over.

 The female ran back to the Lieutenant, binoculars in hand. "Sir, I can't get visual on where the Mortar strikes are coming from within the city. There has to be at least three of them with the constant rates of them firing," Kyra shouted over the loud sounds of bullets and explosions. Fick just pursed his lips and looked over at the group of Marines that stood beneath electrical power lines. Her, Fick, and Brad all moved up, observing the group of Marines about thirty yards in front of them. The female chewed on her inside of her lower lip, adrenaline and anxiety coursed through her veins. Not a good mix.

 In just a second, the female looked away. She heard a loud explosion and the quick screamed for a Corpsman. She looked back and the men that stood just thirty yards in front of her had fallen. Now crying out in pain. Doc immediately ran to their aid as the three Marines just stood there. Kyra just stood from her kneeling position, her eyes never leaving the men wailing on the ground. She swallowed hard and turned, shaking her head slightly.

 Sergeant Colbert's eyes followed the female as she left. War was all fun and games, guts and glory to these young men. Until the bullets truly start flying and your buddies begin dying all around you. Then it isn't all piss and vinegar anymore. It was today that most Marines in the company really started the process of understanding what war was really all about. Watching fellow brothers in arms hit the ground, crying for their mothers, was not what most would picture or anticipate.

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  The night took over. Everyone within their Humvees. Either asleep or keeping watch. Ray and Trombley had been up talking about future names for Trombley's son. Going back and forth between names, bickering at times over names. In that time, Brad switched Gabe for Walt for manning the turret. After that time, Ray had been attempting to fall asleep, whilst Trombley was still Rambling about his wife and future child. Kyra had been sitting on the top of the humvee, chatting with Walt as he climbed onto the turret.

 "Walt, can you keep it down? I'm trying to listen to the artillery," Ray called from the driver's seat. A giggle left the woman's lips as Walt chuckled, glancing down at the male below him. Kyra kicked her legs back and forth as she hummed to herself. Her helmet off and hair down. It was this time a night when she could have her hair down and get a moment to enjoy the wind combing throughout her thick hair. It was almost like a moment of clarity. She knew that there was a war surrounding her. She was well aware of the amount of death that surrounded her and her friends. She knew that she could die at any time. Though, the female just wasn't looking at the darker sides of things. Kyra was known to be the light of the company. The one comforting the men, making them smile. Going past the cat calls, the flirting, the staring, the teasing, going past everything. Everyone loved her. She was just the something the men looked forward too. They were a little sister, a best friend.

  "Why don't you get some sleep there Smiles," Walt spoke whilst fidgeting with the turret. She sighed at the use of the name and looked up at the blonde countryman. A grin on her lips.

  "I'm fine Walt, I don't need it. I'm not tired," she responded, pushing herself off the roof of the Humvee. She let out a little grunt as her boots came into contact with the sandy desert ground. A small cloud of sand puffing up from beneath her boots. She stretched her back as she turned and grabbed her helmet. She saw a familiar Sergeant sitting in the passengers seat and walked on over around the Humvee to go speak to him.

  She leaned against the Humvee, her forearms supporting her weight as she placed them above the window. Brad just kept focus on the screen in front of him. Kyra looked over his shoulder and at the screen. He had just gotten through telling Trombley that getting married and having children was a waste of time and money. Instead he could just order a hundred dollar hooker on the phone and it would be better.

 "What are you working on there Sarge?" Asked the small woman. Brad looked up at her, a small grin spreading on his lips as he noticed her.

 "Not really anything here Corporal. Just keeping watch whilst everyone, I mean, everyone except you is getting some shut eye. So why don't you do the same?" He just looked at her. Still not understanding the fact behind why she never slept all that much.

 "I'm fine Brad, I don't need it. Why don't you get some sleep and I'll keep watch? The team leader needs some sleep at some point doesn't he?" she smiled leaning more inside the Humvee. Brad just chuckled and looked down slightly. Looking back at her.

  "Why don't you ever sleep for a long period of time? Like fucking ever?" he rested his gun down, abiding his attention towards the female leaning into his Humvee's window.

  "You really want to know?"

 "Yes, I really want to know!" Kyra stood there and sighed slightly. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the blue eyed man in front of her.

 "I don't know, I guess it is just easier to stay awake. That way I know nothing bad will happen to me. No one will try anything," her words were soft and clear. Brad nodded, never realizing that the entire reason she went without sleep was because she was worried someone would try something. It made the man wonder what made her worried or scared.

  "You know nobody would try anything Kyra," Brad tried to reassure. Attempting to pull out some emotions, something he wasn't at all used to.

 "Are you sure about that Brad Colbert?" Kyra gave him a weak smile and the question left Brad speechless. He just couldn't think of a reassuring answer. The woman just sighed and kept a smile. Glancing at him one last time before climbing back up onto the top of the Humvee. Laying on her back, looking up at the stars. While Mr. Brad Colbert just sat there, still at a loss for words. Confused on why he was so lost and confused. With a sigh he just looked back at the screen in front of him. Pushing all questions and strange unknown feelings to the side. Not really wanting to understand them.

 Kyra just sat there, listening to everyone's conversations around her. Thinking to herself, 'What in the hell did I get myself into coming back into this.'

[revoleotion]

“at least it wasn’t your hands”

content warnings and additional tags: autistic Licht, minor injury, hospital mention, (German) curses

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“At least it wasn’t your hands,” Hyde says when they pick him up at the hospital. It’s a small, unsuspecting building on the side of the road, with only one long hallway that Licht grew very familiar with while waiting for someone to take a look at his injured knee. They forgot him in that hallway for a while, which was fine with him, he had a good book, but it might not be fine by other standards because Krantz seemed a little pissed about it. Licht could sense that he was prepared to start yelling at anyone who was nearby the second Licht made a complaint but since Licht didn’t do it, Krantz stayed silent. Instead, he listened to the explanation from the doctors, which is good because Licht cannot bring himself to pay attention to anything right now. The pain is still present but his body has already gotten used to it. It would hurt more if he weren’t an Eve but, then again, even before that he has never felt pain until it was too late. Growing up with headaches and cramps, he was told to “take medication before it is too late”. It’s something Licht still hasn’t quite understood yet. 

Hyde finds this whole thing hilarious. Of course he does. 

“While you were busy here, we bought you something,” he announces from the back. The direct sunlight hitting the car turned him into the hedgehog version of himself, which does not stop him from grinning at Licht. He was cuter before he started talking. 

“We also returned your ski because you won’t need them anymore. They didn’t even charge you for the day. Oh and, get well soon.”

“Fick dich,” Licht mumbles under his breath. 

“Wie war das?” Krantz asks. 

Licht shrugs. 

It’s hard to squeeze yourself into the passenger seat of the car, especially if your leg hurts and you can’t properly move. They wrapped his leg into an uncomfortable black bandage that is supposed to restrict his movements - and does it very, very well. He manages to bend his leg just enough to sit down and pull the door shut behind him. Gil greets him from the back but doesn’t seem to take offense that Licht doesn’t reply. The vampire is wrapped into full skiing gear, including ski mask and helmet, so he doesn’t get hit by sunlight. 

Krantz makes sure Licht has his seatbelt secured before backing out of the hospital parking lot. Licht is ready to glare out of the window and somehow not take in any of his surroundings but Hyde’s voice pulls him out of that. 

“Don’t you want to know what it is?”

“What.” He can’t be bothered to make it a question. It numbs his throat and no matter how hard he swallows, he doesn’t get the aftertaste out of his mouth. Right when he can emotionally remove himself from this reality, he gets hit with something. Licht can’t avoid it quick enough because he is trapped in the car and in a lot of pain but it turns out that the projectile wasn’t dangerous at all. 

It’s a small stuffed animal, about the size of his hand. A bunny, although it does not look anatomically correct, nor do the colors match any real bunny in existence. It’s obviously a toy for children, and what’s worse it seems to be the kind of thing you grab at the supermarket checkout, so your kids stop whining. In other words: It’s perfect. 

“Get well soon, Engelchen,” Hyde says but this time it seems like it’s genuine. “It was the only one they had, isn’t it hideous?”

“Sagt der Richtige,” Licht says quietly. He already loves the bunny. This is going to be a problem. 

“I have the feeling that you said something insulting.” 

“Good because I did.” He looks down on the bandage, back up to the stuffed animal. “Danke.” 

“For what?” 

“For giving me a stuffed animal to love instead of you.” 

Hyde sighs theatrically. “I named her Helena. You better take care of her.”

Helena, Licht repeats inside his head. He almost can’t feel the pain anymore. Hyde has that effect on him, he annoys him into forgetting everything else. Or maybe Licht just likes to have him around. 

This could’ve ended worse. Like Hyde said, they can be glad that he only injured his legs. (But, then again, Licht is not defined by his hands, thank you very much. He will not stop being a pianist, ever, no matter if he plays or not. Nobody can take this away from him.) 

This is a minor setback. Hyde didn’t think it was that bad when he quoted that Revenge Of The Sith dialogue at him. Licht also didn’t think it was that bad because he did him the favor of replying “I hate you!” in his best Anakin-voice. It was only later, when Licht couldn’t get up on his own, when they had to call someone to rescue him... 

It had taken a while to locate Gil and Krantz who were off who-knew-where. In the end, they made the decision to split up: Licht went with the ambulance, Hyde attempted to locate Licht’s manager and his own subclass. It must’ve worked, since the three of them came to pick Licht up. 

And honestly, that’s all Licht cares about. 

“Hey, Licht.” Hyde has managed to climb up his seat and now rolls down into his lap, careful not to land onto his bad leg. Licht can appreciate this. “This means we’re going to have a lot of free time up on the Alm while the others are skiing. Just the two of us.” 

“I learned a new word, Hyde,” Licht tells him and pretends not to notice how his Servamp squeaks at the mention of his name. “Simp.”

“What now?”

“Simp.”

Hyde looks up to him, wide-eyed, innocent hedgehog face. Licht fights the urge to smile and loses. It’s hard not to smile when a hedgehog looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. 

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” Hyde asks. 

“Yes.”

“In that case, I feel very insulted. Does it still hurt?”

“I am an angel, I don’t feel pain.”

“Right.”

Licht gives him a few seconds, then he reaches out with his hand and starts petting him. It doesn’t hurt. Hyde always makes sure it doesn’t hurt. 

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… and then Licht and Hyde spend their day in cozy cottages ordering good food and hot chocolate while Krantz and Gil have the time of their life skiing, the end.