#and just. sigh. i Was gonna color it but it took more energy than i thought it would

[planetaryupscaled]

Newfound Wonder

Male OC x Newjeans Hanni

Tags: 9k, first time, creampie, dub con, tw

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

“Come on, hurry up already!” Under the watchful eyes of her friends, Hanni stumbled out of her parents’ house while dragging along a suitcase nearly twice as heavy as her petite body.

“Ye-yeah, I know, I know!” The stuffed container dragged across the asphalt while she put all remaining energy into pulling it towards the parked camper van just a few feet. After which she uttered a sigh of defeat upon realizing that she would still have to lift the suitcase at least a foot off the ground in order to haul it into the back of the rusty old van.

It sucked. It hadn’t even been her idea to go on this spontaneous camping trip, it had been her friend’s, Danielle. A childhood friend, she was pretty and clever, even if she had a tendency to always see the best in people.

Difficult to decline such an offer to be away from home for a day. At least sometimes, Hanni had to pretend that she enjoyed going out instead of sitting at home all day. Her parents were happy to remind her that doing new things, helps to turn you into a responsible adult. It’s not like her genes were making it easy to spend time outside even if she wanted to.

The sun is Hanni’s worst enemy. She’s like a vampire, just without any valuable superpowers other than the ability to get a sunburn twice as easily as her friend.

“Need a hand with that? I don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of the day.” The third and final victim to join the small adventure was Danielle’s boyfriend. A tall handsome guy — Minsoo. Pretty athletic and in very good shape, he enjoyed working out and has more flavors of protein powder at home than any sane person should possess. As to why he decided to start dating Danielle, it’s a mystery. He’s a few years older and already done with college. “Here, there you go.” Minsoo easily lifted the suitcase up and into the back of the van before returning to the passenger seat.

Hanni climbed in as well and took a seat herself, brushed some dust off her jeans and shot her friend a quick glare. Danielle’s family was seriously well off, it must’ve been an itch for nostalgia that urged her to rent a cheap old vehicle like this.

“There you are Han! You got all your stuff, then? I swear you’re gonna love this!” Danielle was grinning from ear to ear, giddy as a kid for this opportunity to go camping. Another advantage of having plenty of spare money — if she really wanted something, she simply went ahead and did it. It’s a surprise she managed to remain a grounded, decent person.

“I guess.” The engine gave a loud groan, but started dutifully and the trio’s journey began. Through the city and plenty of farmland, over a mountain and past large patches of empty land before eventually arriving in a dense forest, hours away from where they had left. It was a decently idyllic place, untouched by civilization. Bumpy hills and vegetation as far as the eye could see.

“You doing all right?” Danielle kept one hand on the steering wheel while handing her girlfriend a bottle of water, something to get by for another hour.

Hanni happily accepted the treat. “Are we there yet?”

“Add another ten minutes for each time you ask that question,” came the witty response. The road was getting rockier, harder to traverse without slowing down significantly. At least the atmosphere changed dramatically, lush colors were surrounding the area. Trees large enough to pierce the sky. If you pay enough attention, you could even spot a natural lake here and there.

Not like Hanni was paying any attention, she held her smartphone tightly and stared at the bright screen while playing games. Old habits die hard.

The car eventually came to a stop, and Danielle basked in relief at the sight in front of them. The road ended right into a large open space in the midst of towering trees in all directions. “That’s what I’m talking about!” she announced gleefully. “Told ya we’d find a nice spo-” she turned her head, glancing at her distracted companion. “...spot. Han! Are you even looking? Come on!” she insisted. “Look!”

Finally the distracted teenager lowered her phone and gazed out the window. “I guess, it doesn’t look half-bad. Good graphics, ten outta ten. Just be careful not to get eaten by a tiger. “

A sigh of frustration followed. “Tigers live in India and Russia. And apparently in your fantasy.”

Minsoo opened the door to exit the vehicle and a fresh breeze of nature greeted the trio. It was a damp, wild forest smell. It’s something you just don’t have in the city — no impurities, no weird unidentifiable stench around every corner. Just nature. He took a pleased deep breath. “Worth it.”

“Oh shoot!” Danielle reached into her pocket and rushed out of the car. “I almost forgot!” She began to frantically toy with her phone only to utter an annoyed groan. “I can’t get a signal! Crap. My parents wanted me to leave them a message before we go! Aw...” she whined. “It uh... it should be fine, I guess. I already sorted the important stuff before we left.”

In the meantime, Minsoo already opened the backside of the van to retrieve the tent and various supplies. “It would be even finer if you’d lend me a hand over here.”

Hanni used the opportunity to retort. “Ah-huh. The dude who is into weightlifting is asking girls for help? You can lift things ten times heavier than what I can carry!” she scoffed.

“Perfect, then you can grab the tent while I carry the heavy anchors and the hammer. See it as opportunity to show some...female empowerment or something.”

Hanni rolled her eyes at that and reluctantly climbed out of the car to follow his instructions. After the tent was set up and ready to go, Hanni waited to continue helping but was left dumbfounded. “Uhh- where’s the second and third one? Where are you guys going to sleep then?”

Minsoo gave her a quizzical look. “We...share one tent? Obviously? If you don’t spread your arms and legs in all directions we’re going to fit in just fine. Just please, try not to eat any beans before we go to sleep.”

Hanni face flushed a bright red, eyes wide open. She quietly turned and walked off, using the lack of knowledge of the area as excuse to go for a walk. Maybe she would find something of interest. Or perhaps...maybe not. It was an uneventful walk and she found little besides more trees and insects everywhere. Seriously a lot of bugs. It would’ve been nice to find a secret cave, or waterfall. Like in the movies. Alas reality was harsh and dull.

She returned an hour later to see that Danielle and her boyfriend had set up a proper campsite. A big log had been cut in half across the center, to create two comfortable makeshift benches. They were strategically placed around the campfire for maximum comfort. The large flame already helped to illuminate the nearby area, and the soft crackling of burning twigs and branches was a soothing sound to behold.

Both lovers were already seated by the fire and cuddling closely, Danielle clung tightly to her boyfriend’s arm and affectionately rubbed her cheek against him. “Dan! Did I miss anything?” Hanni approached and reluctantly sat down on the second, unused bench. The wood was hard, nothing like her computer chair.

“Not really. I think.” Danielle reached to the side and slid her hand into a bag of chips, retrieving a handful and leaning back to enjoy the view. “Oh! But! We did think about playing a round of truth or dare, if you’re up for it. Could be fun. Also a chance for you to get to know Minsoo a little better! It would be amazing for the two people I care the most about to become close friends too!”

He agreed as well and conjured a bottle of bourbon from behind the log. “Every time you get picked, you take a shot. To up the stakes a little.” Minsoo produced three shot glasses, and rearranged the seats so that each person would be seated near the tip of an imagined triangle.

Hanni watched on. “I...guess it’s too late to say no. Sure, whatever.” Once more did she take a seat, and Danielle — as host — went ahead to be the first one to spin the bottle. It pointed at Hanni.

“Do you have any secret boyfriend you haven’t told us about?” asked Danielle, grinning slyly.

Her friend shook her hand and furrowed a brow. “No? You’d be the first one to know. I already told you that I don’t have any plans to waste time on that stuff, not until after we’re done with college anyway, and that’s still years away.” Hanni leaned forward and gave the bottle a new spin, it pointed at Minsoo this time. “Since you two seem to be into asking private questions, here’s one. Have you banged yet? You two seem awfully close so I can only imagine that you’re going at it daily, like clockwork.” There was a hint of jealousy in the way Hanni said those words, and Danielle instantly averted her gaze and stared at the ground.

“Nope. She wants to wait.” Minsoo answered. Nothing else was said and there was a brief silence while Hanni was torn between nagging for more information, or leaving the topic alone. Minsoo reached for the bottle and gave it another spin, it spun and spun before slowing down and pointing at... Hanni!

“Hold on, I already had a turn just now!” Hanni objected.

“We are just three people,” he pointed out coldly. “Bold question you gave me. Have you even had sex yet?” His gaze was entirely focused at Hanni, and she had no choice but to lean back, completely taken by surprise.

It was Danielle who interrupted the awkward, tense moment. “Okay, okay. This was a bad idea. That wasn’t at all how you’re supposed to play the game. There’s also another thing both of you forgot, I guess now is as good as time as any.” Her slender hand reached for the shot glasses and she filled each one, after which she quickly drank one in a single gulp and poured herself another.

They sat there, quietly. For the longest time they simply looked at the campfire and listened to it. Occasionally drinking another glass of strong whiskey. Each one of them thought about something different. Hanni felt a deep pit in her stomach, awash with the guilt of prying into something she should’ve left alone. Danielle felt both upset, and embarrassed — her family valued chastity until marriage. An outdated concept, but not something that’s worth getting disowned for just to break it.

More time passed without any of them speaking a word, they kept going until the bottle had been emptied. Danielle managed to pass out while still seated on the bench. Her head was tilted to the side with closed eyes, and the empty bottle slipped out of her lap. Minsoo caught it just in time.

“That’s it, then.” He slid his arms underneath her and lifted her up. There’s no way she could walk, he had to carry her to the tent. “This night is officially over, let’s get some sleep,” he spoke, only to notice that Hanni was nearly equally smashed and moments from falling off her seat. Swaying from side to side, much like the subtle movements of the large flame in front of her. It was a dreamlike sequence, almost like watching a pair of innocent twins — the girl’s flowing mane scarlet hair and the identical red fire.

Hanni’s eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Each time she blinked, it was a taxing achievement to open them anew. Her vision became a blurry mess.

Every time she opened her eyes, she felt slightly more...at ease. Comfortable. She began putting more effort into narrowing her eyes, focusing her view, only to stare up at the ceiling of the tent they built earlier. How did she get in there, when did she get there?

Hanni raised her head up, straining to do so. Her entire body felt stiff and heavy. As she looked down, she stared back at her naked breasts, even though she couldn’t remember removing her top, or taking off her bra. Her legs began to move on their own, rising up...and there in the dark she could see two hands manipulating her body.

Minsoo looked back at her, while his hands were holding onto the waistband of her underwear to peel them off her body. Just like that they came free and he tossed them off to the side. With her legs still up like that, Hanni could look at her own crotch. Her hairless, bare slit was completely exposed. It took her another moment to fully comprehend — she’s completely nude, and Minsoo was able to look straight at her womanhood. “Wha...what’s happening?” she groaned. “What the heck’s going on...” she slurred drunkenly.

“It’s cool, relax. We are going to help each other out tonight.” Minsoo gently lowered her legs back down to the cushy blankets that layered the ground. “I totally get why you were asking those things earlier.” His hand reached for his belt buckle. As soon as it came loose, he removed his pants completely, followed by his boxers. As soon as that fabric was out of the way, his erection jumped into sight as it bounced in excitement. A shimmering fat bead of pre-cum rolled off the engorged tip of his organ and dripped onto Hanni’s inner thigh.

The rapidly panicking teenager reached to the side, reaching for her friend. “D...Dan!”

Minsoo swiftly grasped her wrist and pulled it back in. “It’s all right, she’s sleeping. This is going to be our secret. You want her to be happy, right? Since I haven’t gotten laid in... fucking months. But something tells me that you don’t care about meaningless shit like remaining a virgin, right? It’s ridiculous. Tiny bit of skin. That stuff shouldn’t prevent you from enjoying your life, yeah?” His much larger body size made it nearly impossible for Hanni to squirm away, with a simple grip on her wrist he was fully in control of her actions. It didn’t help that her petite, small body was a much easier victim to the alcohol they consumed earlier. It had barely any effect on him, but she had become an utter mess and could barely even remain awake. Minsoo’s grip moved up to Hanni’s shoulder and hips, and with a single push he rolled her over onto her belly. She could feel the pit in her stomach, her intoxicated mind was spinning out of control.

He spat, presumably into his hand, since she could soon feel his fingers applying something wet to her labia. He spat again, but this time he shoved a finger into her slit and began spreading the lubrication around within her vagina. There was an immediate resistance and she moaned in discomfort. “What the...fuck, man. I am not Dan.” Hanni crawled a few inches forward, but he chased after her and simply shoved his finger back into her to finish applying his saliva to her delicate insides.

“I know, I told you. She wants to wait with sex, but you don’t. Either we fuck, or I’ll break up with her since lord knows I need some action.” Minsoo withdrew his finger and inhaled the subtle scent of her pussy. It clung to his finger after what he did. Hanni almost retched at the thought that he now knew exactly what her pussy smelled like.

She drunkenly pulled her arms close and placed her hands flat on the blanket, attempting to push herself off the ground while cursing under her breath. Her muscles behaved like wet noodles, there’s no tension. The tent began to feel even darker when she noticed Minsoo’s large body hovering over her own and casting a shadow. One of his arms moved underneath her to pull her in for a tight embrace. Her breasts were squished up against the blanket because of the added weight on her back.

There was a pause, until she could feel something fat and blunt kissing the lips of her pussy. His dick. Another push allowed it to nestle right there between the soft embrace of her labia. He simply needed to keep applying more pressure and that mushroom-shaped head would follow the trail of spit, right into her snatch. “That’s...all kinds of mes...messed up, cut it out...! You’re... her boyfriend. Boyfriend,” she repeated twice. The world continued spinning even faster now. Hanni reluctantly took a deep breath and stopped trying to talk, she was moments from throwing up. Any more effort and she would lose control.

A wet smooch announced the sudden entry of his dick, her insides were immediately stretched to the brim to try and accommodate the bloated, smooth crown. “Ahnn! Nnnnh...!”

The tight grip of his hand suddenly pushed against her mouth, silencing her almost entirely. “I know, babe. The first time is always the hard part. It’s just like opening a wrapped gift, ‘kay? After you’ve opened the box once, there you go, it’s always going to be nice and... accessible, right? I’m gonna open that little gift you’ve got down there, okay?” The remnants of saliva inside her did little to help his advances, and her gaze constantly shifted back to Danielle still sleeping just a couple feet away. Would their relationship really come to an end just because he didn’t get laid? His reasoning almost made sense, maybe she should let it happen. She stared down at the pillow while struggling to decide.

An angry demanding shove forward, out of nowhere, suddenly sunk his entire length into the petite girl. Her fragile hymen tore and disappeared. Her pussy instantly clenched down hard, a futile attempt to expel the invader while she sharply inhaled through her nose. Everything inside her felt sore, stuffed, stretched! For the first time in her life, she had the entire length of a cock wedged into the deepest parts of her cunt. She hadn’t even noticed herself groaning into his palm, a sound of pure defeat.

While Minsoo remained still and completely sheathed within her body, Hanni gradually became aware of...more. The shape of his cock. Every ridge, every bump, every vein. She fit like a glove, that soft warm flesh of her deflowered womanhood offered a loving embrace around every inch of his manhood. It was an intimate connection unlike anything else she ever experienced. Even moments after his rough intrusion she could feel her insides rhythmically tensing up and squeezing down on his erection. Loving spasms that caressed his appendage despite her reluctance.

It’s like her own body was betraying her. Tightness, heat, stimulation. Her pussy freely offered him everything he could’ve hoped for, including plenty of convenient space to dump his seed into.

“Come on, come on...fuck.” Hanni was vaguely aware of Minsoo’s annoyed tone, just an inch or two away from her ear. His breath was caressing her neck, it felt impossible to tell how many moments had passed.

Every sensation, every feeling, all of her attention was centered on her crotch. It’s the only thing she could do to keep her head from spinning all over again. All nerves inside her remained utterly overstimulated, firing off like a million alarms while her pussy refused to relax. She was torn between terror, confusion and uncertainty. If only she hadn’t touched that stupid alcohol. Her mind was the only thing that even remotely functioned, her body was all but useless.

Was she supposed to try and struggle, or was she meant to accept her situation however cruel it may be. The choice slipped out of her grasp when she felt herself blessed with another unfamiliar sensation.

More wetness, deep inside her loins. It was warm and gooey, pouring into her. The result of months of forced celibacy. Cloudy globs of Minsoo’s sperm were rapidly spurting into her crotch and splashing into the deepest corners of her love tunnel. His cock was quickly delivering it all, pumping and pumping it through the entire length of his manhood and depositing it inside her. Minsoo kept himself hilted inside the unfortunate girl, to make the most of his premature explosion by relishing the grip of her cunt for as long as it would last. His masculine erection continually throbbed and thrashed against her tightness, dumping as much seed as possible inside her pristine cunt. It was his first proper climax in so long that he made sure to get the absolute most of it, the idea of pulling out hadn’t even crossed his mind.

The former virgin struggled to keep up. The warm and slippery sensation... it began to awkwardly spread and ooze into every corner of her womanhood...everything inside her felt sticky and gross. It dawned on her that she just received her very first creampie, willingly or not. Her pussy had succeeded in gulping down every drop of semen that his cock had to offer. He was the first man to truly inseminate her little cunt.

His sweat dripped onto her back and he collapsed, pinning her in place and sinking his dick just a tad deeper into her abused twat. He had popped her cherry for good. The aftermath of losing her virginity was nothing to write home about either...there had been no romance involved. He didn’t kiss or cuddle her. He didn’t whisper into her ear that he loves her.

Hanni is stuck with the sensation of warm goo sloshing around within her most intimate parts.

She wasn’t even on any birth control, and there had been nothing to separate their genitals when he ejaculated all that pent-up semen into the welcoming comforts of her pussy. They had been intimately connected — like only lovers should be. It absolutely messed with her mind that she hadn’t been able to put up more of a struggle. Her only comfort was that she had done Danielle a favor, essentially by taking care of her boyfriend’s needs. While Danielle receives the cuddling and love. Hanni was only there to satisfy his cock and to carry his seed inside her — that thought was the last thing on her mind before the last remaining energy in her faded away.

Absolutely drained and exhausted, she passed out with his softening appendage still being kept in place by the lips of her cunt. Those soft folds remained neatly wrapped around the very base of his dick, just barely tight enough to prevent him from going completely flaccid. Her limit had been reached long ago and her body surrendered, there was no way she would wake up again anytime soon.

And when Minsoo woke up an hour later, it only took a few strong, deep thrusts into her before he sighed his approval — moaning into the sleeping girl’s ear while allowing his cock to twitch and squirt another helping of fresh cum deep into her unprotected loins. Two more times did his insatiable need return, and each time he took full advantage of Hanni’s peachy cunt. Every time he managed to last longer. For her final ride, nearly half an hour passed before another creampie was forced into her.

She was in absolutely no shape for repeated intercourse, not after she had just lost her virginity. Her tightness provided so much friction that she had rapidly reached her limits, and it would take her a long time before she would return to normal down there. It was her first marathon fuck, and she slept right through most of it.

Her sleep had been restless, fueled by negative emotions.

It was only sometime in the late morning when she stirred and woke up, the pesky chirping of birds surrounded the tent. An intense headache assaulted her long before she even managed to open her eyes, and she regretfully remembered the night of drinking. Those cursed birds weren’t making the morning any more pleasant. She felt like she awoke from a terrible dream, her entire body was sticky with sweat and she looked around to find herself safe and sound in her sleeping bag. Her memories weren’t all there, she couldn’t quite remember what happened after the little game they played. “Dan?” She glanced at two empty sleeping bags nearby.

Hanni slipped her arm out of the tight comforts of her sleeping bag and unzipped the sides, but she winced as soon as she attempted moving her legs. Her crotch felt horrible bruised and sore! While trying to remember what had happened after the game by the campfire, she slid the zipper down to the bottom and took a better look at herself. All of her clothes were gone. Her perky breasts had nearly a dozen of bite marks and hickeys, especially her nipples — usually pink — were reddish and tender.

A soft gasp escaped her mouth when she lowered her gaze further and spotted the current state of her womanhood. It wasn’t the sight of a subtle slit, the unremarkable view she was used to seeing between her legs. Her labia was fully engorged and red, the swollen flesh was glistening and wet after an entire night of being stimulated. The intense, pungent smell of unprotected intercourse assaulted her nostrils and she coughed in protest. The usual, ladylike smell of her vagina was overshadowed by something else. Her cunt had the smell of a good few hours of fucking.

Upon leaning forward, she also spotted a string...a cotton string dangling out from between the raw lips of her pussy. A thick, sticky substance kept the folds of her cunt almost glued together and a pool of mostly translucent fluid had gathered underneath her crotch. She gingerly touched the string and gave it a gentle tug. There’s a familiar feeling somewhere in her tummy. It’s a tampon. And it’s pretty deep inside her. It was then that she noticed the...sheer wetness inside her. It’s like someone had popped a water balloon in there. This wasn’t the normal default state, this wasn’t even arousal. Her memories came flooding back.

She carried his sperm still inside herself. Millions and billions of those grotesque tadpoles. All of them swimming around inside her genitals, hoping to find an egg. He had happily transferred the contents of his testicles into her defenseless womb without thinking of the consequences. Hell, he probably had no sperm left inside his balls at this point, all those wiggly excited things were now safely stored inside her young and receptive vagina. And the tampon kept her nicely plugged up, giving his spunk all the time it needed to get the job done. The fool probably thought he was doing her a favor, a real gentleman, plugging her up like this so that she wouldn’t spent the entire night leaking cum.

Again she felt her stomach churning. Her highest priority was to get back to the city and to get a morning after pill. At least he had been right about one thing, she really didn’t care about her virginity all that much. Sex is just that, a physical act. Dick goes into vagina, both participants have a good time, dick pulls out and you’re done. Nothing special.

When she stood up, Hanni could feel the mass of goo shifting around somewhere inside her flat stomach. She’s gonna have to remove that tampon as soon as possible, this felt just too weird. It sent a cold shiver down her spine. It’s creepy that a guy had taken full control of her lady parts like that, and it felt even weirder to think that she’s carrying a batch of his DNA inside her crotch. Literally the only purpose of that stuff was to plant a baby in her tummy, it was repulsive.

Hanni carefully gathered her panties and her shirt and began to get dressed, enough to conceal the awkward cotton string dangling below and to hide the marks on her tits. Every step made her wince in discomfort, but she simply couldn’t leave the tent while naked.

Upon brushing the flap aside to peer outside of the tent, she spotted Danielle and her boyfriend by the campfire as if nothing had even happened. The two lovebirds were affectionately cuddling and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It was a golden opportunity for Hanni to sneak just behind the tent, squat down, and to peel the crotch of her undies aside before removing the plug that had kept her sealed for lord knows how many hours.

A gush of liquids spilled out of her almost instantly, and she gasped at the awkward realization that nearly all of it was just...remnants of serving as that guy’s cum dumpster for a night. It poured out of her tender slit. The pressure faded rapidly, and as soon as it did, the stream began to trickle down her inner thigh to create even more of a mess. “No! No, no...shit.” This wasn’t at all like in the movies, why did she have to put up with this humiliation when she hadn’t even been the one to enjoy an orgasm? She reluctantly stayed put, awkwardly peeing out that guy’s cum for the next few minutes...

Simultaneously, Danielle experienced a whole different kind of adventure. She was entirely locked up in her own little world of fun and experimentation, knowing nothing of the struggle that happened just a few feet away. Her eyes were fixated on what was just a few inches in front of her face. “Are you sure? I didn’t think we would need this. I’m not even sure if it works,” Danielle laughed nervously, staring at the object of her desire.

“Yeah of course it’s going to work, Dan. Just try it.” Minsoo did his best to reassure her, right now there was only one thing he could think about.

“All right! I’m going to do it!” With a nervous grin, Danielle continued holding onto the heavy cast iron skillet before squeezing a big chunk of pancake batter out of the plastic bottle, which she held in the other hand. As soon as the thick fluid spread into a large enough circle in the midst of the pan, she moved the frying pan to hold it over the open flame of their wild campfire. Soon enough, the batter formed bubbles and she yelped in amazement upon flicking her wrist and successfully flipping the pancake in the process. She felt like a master chef. This was her world. This was all she ever wanted, pure joy.

“This is the best thing ever!” she cheered in bliss. Cooking in the kitchen just didn’t quite feel as special and raw as this. After preparing the first few pancakes, she also spotted her friend appearing from behind the tent. “Han! Breakfast is ready! I didn’t even know you were awake!” The petite girl approached on unsteady feet, more hungover than anyone else by the looks of it.

“Ye-yeah. Nice. Coming.” Hanni struggled to keep herself from walking bow-legged. The events of last night need to remain a secret for the time being, regardless of what’s going to happen in the future. Her gaze lingered on her bestie instead of the guy by her side — she couldn’t bear the thought of looking at the one who pounded her into submission just a few hours prior. She could still vividly remember the distinct feeling of his dick as it plunged into her over and over. Up until then, nothing had made her feel so out of control. But after what happened, it didn’t even feel like her pussy was still entirely her own. A part of her now belonged to him. She couldn’t deny that there had been some weird, primal connection between them. Perhaps sex was more than just a physical thing after all.

Hanni half-heartedly nibbled on her breakfast while sitting on her lonely bench by herself.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Danielle interrupted. “I got...some good news and some bad news, which do you wanna hear first?” she asked while looking over to her absent-minded girlfriend.

“I guess the good news? Are we leaving after breakfast? I need...to do something. We gotta stop by the pharmacy. I’m not feeling so well.” She took another bite of the pancake and lazily chewed the soft texture.

“Well that’s going to be a wee bit problematic. I mean you see, the good news is that you’re gonna get to enjoy the mountain air a little longer since we may be here for a bit.” A nervous laughter followed and a faint blush crept onto Danielle’s cheeks. “You see, I kind of forget the car keys in the ignition, so the car battery’s all dead. It doesn’t help that our phones can’t get a signal here. But!” she said while reaching an arm forward and raising her index finger to the sky. “Don’t you worry! I had told my parents where we are going. They’re on a trip for the weekend but they’re without a doubt going to pick us up as soon as they return! With some rationing, our food’s easily gonna last for two days! Two or three days and we’re gonna be rescued with an amazing story to tell! So yea, take the good with the bad, yup?”

Hanni’s heart sunk right down into the dirt beneath her feet. She doesn’t have two days, even one day would be stretching it. Remnants of his spunk still lingered inside her. At this rate she would’ve left home as pristine virgin, and she’s bound to return home as freshly pregnant teenager just a few days later. This camping trip had been just the worst so far.

She could feel Minsoo’s gaze stripping her again. He’s an asshole all right, and there’s no doubt he’s had sexual intercourse with her without a trace of consent, and his sperm has got to be one of the most vile things she’s ever had the displeasure of dealing with...but she couldn’t deny that having his cock inside her tender slit felt lewd, perverse...natural.

And now that Minsoo had gotten a taste of the paradise Hanni’s carrying between her legs, he couldn’t wait to get back in there and to continue where he had stopped. Strangely enough for Hanni, a tiny part inside her was actually beginning to look forward to it. There had been countless times when Danielle and her gossiped and chatted about that curiosity, about what it may be like to have sex.

Neither of them had ever been in a position to experience it, but now Hanni had a chance. Her memories of the first encounter were foggy at best...but simply by remaining quiet about the ordeal, she would soon enough be forced to repeat the encounter. While sober. Perhaps it would feel good this time. Better. It could even end up feeling amazing, like the only part she’s been missing her whole life.

Needless to say, breakfast had done nothing but to fill the teen with more anxiety and reasons to doubt both herself, and the situation she’s in. At least she didn’t have to worry about it until nighttime, or so she thought.

“All right...” Danielle glanced back at her childhood friend. Something was quite clearly upsetting her a lot, and Dan had nobody to blame but herself for the dead car. “Since we might be stuck here for at least two or three days, I guess we should try to make the most of the situation, right?” The reasons eluded her, but both her boyfriend and Hanni had been completely distracted. As far as she knew, they were bothered by the dire circumstances. “How about you two stick around and give it another try to fix the car battery? Han is good with electronics, and Min knows how to handle a car!”

She reaffirmed her beliefs with a confident nod. “And for the worst case scenario, I’ll go ahead and grab the backpack with some snacks and see if I can find a lake somewhere nearby. At least we can take a bath and clean ourselves if I find one. I did notice you two were a bit sweaty...but no pressure. It’s supposed to be a hot day today, so a bit of sweat is normal. I’m sure I will find something!”

“Wa-wait, already? I think you should stick around for a bit.” That nervous stutter was more than enough for Minsoo to realize that Hanni must have remembered what happened during the night — if the sticky mess between her legs hadn’t already clued her in. That simple thought was already enough to fill him with a familiar ache in his loins and an urge to bend her over again. On the contrary to his expectations, the rumors about the petite girl were true. Her pussy was the tightest he’s ever had, and the orgasms with her were addictive. He could still remember struggling to pull out of her in the early morning, it was like a damned vacuum seal, her cunt was practically sucking him right back in.

“I think that’s a great idea Dan,” Minsoo pointed out. “If anything happens, just yell and I’ll be right there for ya,” he added while leaning in to give Danielle a kiss on the cheek. She beamed with pride and quickly retrieved her backpack. She was determined to make them happy.

“Okay! Great! If you do manage to fix the car, don’t forget to pick me up before leaving!” The way he suddenly seemed to be at ease was enough motivation for Danielle to get right to it — if finding some fresh water would be enough to redeem her for her mistake, then that’s something she would happily do, without hesitation. “I’ll see you guys later, good luck!” With that, she took a quick look around the area before walking forward and entering the shadowy area of dense forest vegetation.

Which left Hanni entirely alone with the guy who had stolen her virginity. They sat on different benches just a few feet from each other, and he stared at her. There was no love or affection between them. No romance. What they both felt was little more than pure instinct, a physical need. They both had something which the other person needed, like two pieces of a puzzle.

Hanni could feel it. Despite her hesitation, her body was already taking over in anticipation of what’s likely to happen. She could feel the blood rushing into her crotch, her natural lubrication began to flow more freely, and a vague emptiness inside her was yearning to be filled. She didn’t even like the guy! Even less so after he casually blackmailed her. But her pussy was trembling and aching. Subtle contractions squeezed her pussy around an imaginary invader, and jolts of pleasure teased her from head to toe. Every spasm left her a little more breathless.

“Same deal as before. Get naked, or I’m going to break up with Dan.” A long moment of silence followed while her eyes wandered across the earthy ground, pondering her options. Almost in slow motion did Hanni eventually give in and surrender to Minsoo request. She hadn’t always been a perfect friend to Dan, but at least like this she could keep that relationship intact. Assuming he didn’t break his word. Plus, she couldn’t deny being at least a little curious about what sex is like without being drunk.

Her petite hands moved down to grab the thin fabric of her panties, and she gradually pulled them down her slender legs until she held the bundle in her hand. Even now, her peachy slit was glowing red and had dried white flecks of cum across her labia. Her inner conflict grew even more when his hungry gaze pinpointed that delicate triangle between her legs. “Just... just promise to keep it secret, okay? Don’t tell Dan...and you have to pull out! You can’t come inside me!” She quickly dropped a hand down to block the view at her battered womanhood.

This was a terrible idea, what was she thinking? She once more realized that she’s entirely unprotected, there would be absolutely nothing to separate them once he’s inside her. Bareback, that’s how they would be doing it. There was too much at stake, and she definitely didn’t want to get knocked up before graduating. She didn’t want to get knocked up at all. The idea was repulsive, she didn’t want to carry some guy’s DNA inside her belly for nine months.

“You are way, way overthinking this,” Minsoo told her while approaching. It was easy for him to pick her up, one quick arm underneath her knees and one to support her back, just like that he lifted her up and she yelped in surprise. He began carrying her towards the tent, the same place where he robbed her of her virginity. This is what he had always wanted. Not a girl in her mid-twenties, who already fucked a dozen guys and learned to rely on rubbing her clit just to tease an orgasm out of her twat.

He was Hanni’s first. He had a chance to teach her what she’s allowed to enjoy. In addition, her body was untainted and never endured all the chemical changes that can be caused by using a hormonal birth control. Plunging into her bare, unprotected cunny was as natural and desirable as it could get.

He could barely wait to bust another nut inside her, to force her vagina to absorb more of his spunk. It’s like a delicate ecosystem in there. Dump enough sperm inside and things will go haywire. He looked forward to filling her many more times. Until he managed to erase every last trace of the girly scent her vagina used to produce, and she’s stuck with the musk of his own semen continually escaping her slit. He loved the idea of completely owning her sexuality. Even if she were to sneak off to rub an orgasm out of her little cunt, she would be forced to inhale the warm pungent smell of his cum as soon as she got wet enough. It would be an instantaneous reminder that her pussy belonged to his dick and nothing else.

Hanni had no idea of the consequences if she were to keep welcoming him with spread legs and a bruised cunt willing to accommodate his fuck-stick, despite the discomfort his size was causing her.

“I ain’t overthinking anything, okay!? Dan is my best friend so this is something I do only for her sake. And you can’t come inside me! Do you even know how high the risks are? The average sperm count of a normal ejaculation is-” Hanni was instantly interrupted when Minsoo dropped her onto the blankets and zips the tent back up, closing the only exit. “Ou-ouch...what the hell, man?” She had dropped right on her perky bum, and rubbed the sore cheek. She didn’t even notice that she was sitting spread-eagled and gave him a good view of her pussy. There was a faint glistening, a shimmer of arousal. It was obvious that her body was at least slightly interested in repeating their previous encounter.

“It’s just sex, all right? What do you think a pussy is for anyway? That’s like...literally what it’s made for. I think you spent way too much time on the internet or something, just accept you’re not a guy. You are a girl. This is your purpose.” Minsoo began removing his shirt, followed by his pants. “You’ve got a perfect little cunt down there, so we’re going to use it. I’m going to use you. The less you talk during it, the better.”

A furious blush crept across Hanni’s cheeks. Did he seriously just dare reducing her to little more than what is between her legs? She furrowed her eyebrows. That charming personality he’s putting on around Danielle had all but disappeared, he didn’t even attempt to be pleasant. He spat into his hand and once more lowered it down to her crotch before thrusting two of his fingers into her, coaxing a gasp out of the startled teenager. He gradually moved those digits back and forth, spreading his saliva inside her.

“Did no one ever tell you that’s...gross and unhygienic?” She gazed down and looked at the vile combination of lubrication her pussy was coated in. A mixture of her own juices, his frothy spit, and old cum that had still been inside her. He was able to shove his fingers in much deeper than in the past. Her hymen was no longer in the way. He had made sure that one is permanently gone.

Even if he was right and getting laid is just a simple matter, it was still heavily nagging on Hanni’s mind that he treated her like a pile of meat. On the other hand, it was difficult to care a whole lot about having sex one more time, considering the...current state of her vagina. It wasn’t flattering. She was a sloppy mess down there. His choice of words was pretty spot on. This didn’t look like a cute virginal slit anymore. It was a cunt, one that looked like it had been fucked a few times, by a cock that had been just a tad bit too large to fit in properly. Nothing would change if she took him in just one more time.

It was so incredibly difficult to think straight with so many emotions in her head. She felt furious but excited. She felt shame and arousal.

He removed his underwear and revealed his cock once again, semi-erect. It was slowly pulsing to life, still growing and hardening. It’s the first time that she saw one in person, in broad daylight. It was veiny and grotesque, dicks are not an attractive sight. But it didn’t need to be. She knew where to hide his fat erection. Inside her.

A warm throb echoed through her crotch and she was reminded of that dull empty feeling inside her. It was disgusting how needy her body felt. It only grew stronger when she inhaled that musky scent of sex that still originated from her pussy despite her earlier attempts to clean up. It was their combined smell, their mingled juices, his cum as well as her own. Her vaginal walls were saturated with it, her pink flesh had soaked up every last drop of their intimate encounter and she knew that she would never again feel clean on the inside.

“Whatever,” the feisty girl added with her eyes embarrassingly glued to his appendage. She remembered his insulting preference to take her from behind, and reluctantly rolled over onto her belly. It was a mutual preference, at least this way she didn’t have to look him in the eyes while he used her. It only took him a few seconds to climb on top of her while he kept a fist wrapped around his chubby dick. He placed it right up against the entrance of her well fucked pussy, and unceremoniously shoved it inside with a single greedy thrust until her labia snugly engulfed the base of his member.

“Ahnn! Nnhaah!!!” Hanni tensed up, every muscle in her body went stiff, and it suddenly felt like her entire cunt was stretched to the brim to make space for his cock! However, she knew well enough by now that complaining or whining would just urge him on to be even more of a dimwit. Minsoo proceeded to hold himself there for a few more moments while she endured that unpleasant, sharp feeling somewhere in the back of her lady parts. Unbeknownst to her, he had managed to hilt his entire length within her — that smooth crown of his dick touched the end of her love tunnel, smooching her cervix. A milky bead of his pre-cum already escaped his tip, joining what he had dumped inside her during the night.

He began with slow, steady thrusts. Mechanically. Fucking into her and loosening her up from the inside. Every now and then he would change the position of his hips a little bit to the left or right, causing him to thrust in at an unusual angle and straining her insides further. Hanni didn’t make a sound, she was firmly biting down on her pillow to prevent herself from moaning out loud. There was a growing feeling of pleasure the longer he kept going, her pussy was surprisingly quick to adjust. It was humiliating to think that she was gaining something so pleasant out of having sexual intercourse with her friend’s boyfriend, it was so wrong but was beginning to feel so incredibly right.

Her bigger concern was that she noticed how it wasn’t merely the presence of his meaty package which turned her on so immensely, it was also the needle-like sharp pain whenever he pushed too deep. It made her flinch and groan into the pillow, but it felt so oddly arousing at the same time. It was a good pain.

His pace quickened, and his carelessness grew. Both of his hands grabbed a tight hold of her hips while he aggressively hammered into her snatch, filling the small tent with the audible sound of sex. His crotch slammed against her shapely ass repeatedly and audibly, akin to getting spanked, and it only drove her crazier. Hanni could feel herself reaching it, the peak, way up high and just barely out of reach.

But then he simply groaned into her ear and collapsed on top of her. He had finished just as she was about to have a good time. His entire weight fell onto her backside, which in turn pressed her breasts uncomfortably against the ground. They had been bruised already, so this pushed her right off track and ruined her orgasm.

Instead, she was treated to a warm wet sensation spreading inside her loins, and the dull throbbing of his appendage while he pumped wave upon wave of fresh cloudy cum into her receptive cunt. His balls contracted rhythmically, dutifully delivering his seed at a rapid pace, as nature intended. She immediately blamed herself more so than anyone else — she should’ve known better. Of course he didn’t pull out. This was her punishment. She’s his cum receptacle.

However, Hanni could feel her own excitement coming right back at the thought of him using her for nothing but his own selfish desires. It’s the first time a guy had ever shown such an obsession with her, even if that interest lingered mostly on her privates. She could feel her heart beating faster. Her skin tingled with desire. By sheer instinct she suddenly began to buck her hips back against him while inhaling sharply. Her own eyes widened in surprise as she felt spikes of pure pleasure thundering through her entire being, robbing her breath and making her acutely aware that she’d just climaxed at the mere thought of being used like this.

A small orgasm, but she’d undeniably gotten off to the thought of being his puppet. She enjoyed that he cared so little about her that he didn’t even bother to pull out. For a split second, she even thought she could feel his sperm as it began to swarm her cervix, swimming inside, chasing down the egg that may be waiting inside her. “Oh god...what the hell is wrong with my pussy, why does this turn me on so much,” she mumbled to herself, after which she immediately rushed a hand up to cover her mouth. She did not mean to say that out loud!

She waited. She couldn’t tell if Minsoo had managed to hear her words. He must have, considering she could feel his breath on her cheek. Slow and calm. “Wait, are you...” Raising an eyebrow, she twisted her head to glance up at his face and confirm her suspicions. He had fallen asleep, with his flaccid dick still lodged inside her womanhood and his weary testicles resting against her tenderized labia. She was uncomfortable, sweaty, and the obscene scent of unprotected sex began spreading inside the small tent...it couldn’t get any worse.

Until someone began unzipping the tent...and Danielle stuck her head inside with an innocent expression on her face.

“Where is everyo-” she interrupted herself, after which she at first coughed in disgust, and then took a step back. “What the...Han? Min? What’s going on?! What are you two...?” Her gaze lowered down to where their genitals were still connected. The vaginal lips of her best friend were horribly stretched around the thick penis of her boyfriend. She struggled to believe her eyes. Unlike Hanni, she was a devout religious person and had never even seen the privates of someone other than herself. Her world begun spinning, she felt dizzy, this couldn’t be...

“Da...Dan! This isn’t what it looks...no, I can explain!” as the girlfriend just kept watching from the entrance of the tent, watching the way her friend suddenly squirmed and struggled to try and get free from underneath her lover. Danielle stumbled backwards on unsteady feet before collapsing to the ground. The shock had been too much for her to endure. She passed out.

Her vision went black.

It felt impossible to tell how much time passed.

Consciousness returned only slowly and Danielle couldn’t manage to open her eyes just yet. She could however hear and listen well enough, to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. There was also a distinctly wet and slippery sound, a perverse squelch that accompanied the rhythm. Danielle parted her eyes and found herself on top of her sleeping bag with a blanket to cover her. She was inside the tent.

And in plain sight, she watched Hanni on all fours, completely naked, with widely parted legs while being taken from behind. Each eager thrust from her partner caused a small shockwave to ripple up along her body, the force caused her breasts to jiggle and bounce in tune to the primitive pounding. She still couldn’t believe it. How could this have happened? Her heart broke into a thousand pieces, and shattered into another thousand each time she listened to the sound of their lovemaking.

“I’m breaking up with you,” Danielle spoke weakly, her voice trembling. “This is disgusting! You are both disgusting...!” Minsoo glanced at her for just a moment before gazing right back at the ravishing girl he mated with. He had a newfound interest in knocking her up. It was entirely new to him, but the idea of inseminating Hanni’s cunt and forcing a baby into her belly was hot. She had to be the most petite girl he had ever seen, and it was a thrill to think how she may look like with his child growing inside her.

“I don’t even care anymore, you should’ve introduced me to your friend earlier.” He began speeding up, feverishly fucking into that pristine pussy. There was no grace to his actions, this was all about taking charge. “It took a single day to get into her panties, and she gets off on being treated like a slut,” he added. “She’s prime fuck-meat. A perfect little whore.”

Right there between the teenager’s legs was their visible connection. Minsoo’s hairy crotch repeatedly met with the hairless opening into Hanni’s pleasure box. It was an airtight vacuum. Nothing escaped her, nothing else entered her. They had become one, together. Every inch of cunt meat inside her was stretched taut around his erection.

Hanni buried her face in the pillow, both to muffle her gasps and sighs, but also to hide her face. It stung that he was telling the truth. When he finally reached his orgasm to end the ordeal, he used his grip on her waist to sheathe every inch of his dick inside her while uttering a guttural, pleased groan. He injected her with multiple thick bursts of his semen, pumping her full until it was overflowing and dribbling out of her peach to join the puddle underneath her crotch. Hanni cried into the pillow upon feeling her own climax triggered by the sheer humiliation of it all. Her body shivered uncontrollably. She hated just how much she loved the discovery of her own perversion. It wasn’t going to end. She had gotten addicted to it. At this point she would do almost anything just to keep her womanhood stuffed with his prick as much as humanly possible. They belonged together.

And so, for the following three days, Danielle had no choice but to accept the new circumstances. She lost the two people she cared most about. Not only that, but she had to watch them — and listen to them — having sex for nearly the entire time up in the mountains.

The two lovers didn’t care for the lack of privacy. They went through every possible position, wherever they could, while keeping Danielle as spectator. The entire campsite reeked of their combined cum. When they ran out of clean clothes, they simply remained naked. It wouldn’t make a difference. Hanni kept a rich coating of dried semen along her thighs and her entire vulva was kept sticky and gooey. Minsoo had remained true to his words, every creampie was served directly into the girl’s twat while Dan had to watch helplessly.

When her parents came to pick everyone up, the car was dead silent. Overall, it was the complete opposite of what Danielle had hoped to achieve with the spontaneous camping trip. She never told her parents what happened. She cut off all contact with everyone, to focus on her studies. To distract herself. To pretend none of it ever happened.

Her only relief, bitter-sweet as it may be, was seeing a familiar face a few months later at the prom party towards the end of high school. Hanni wore her jet-black hair in a long ponytail, cute red blush adorned her cheeks. She almost looked like a princess. Almost.

Some girls envied her, others laughed at her. She was the only girl at prom with a big healthy baby bump.

[meazalykov]

world champions

salma paralluelo x orienteer!reader (requested)

part two to this fic

summary: you're a world champion, and so is she.

authors note: sorry this request took so long 🥲 had to reorganize the request list so I prioritized older ones first, which is this one so here you gooo!

you stand at the start line, surrounded by the dense wilderness of norway, breathing in the crisp scent of pine. 

this is it—the orienteering world championship. every race, every map, every training run leads to here. nerves flutter in your stomach, but they feel good, grounding. your hands grip the compass and map, senses on high alert as you glance over the first checkpoint route. 

this is more than a test of physical stamina; it’s mental, too, a challenge that requires sharp wits, intuition, and endless focus.

though, there’s salma. 

a little smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you remember her words from that morning. 

“you’re gonna be incredible, baby. like, imagine yourself when you’ll be referred to as y/n l/n, world champion” she’d said, her voice low, serious.

“i mean, you’re always incredible to me. today, everyone else gets to see it too.” she'd tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, eyes soft, proud. 

it was that look of hers—the one that always felt like a warm embrace, like a promise that she was with you. 

now, the whistle blows, and all thoughts of salma, of anything beyond the trees and hills ahead, fade into focus. you spring forward, your legs carrying you over uneven ground, every step quick and precise as you weave through branches and brush, feet barely touching the earth. 

you keep one eye on your map, following each contour line as it rises and falls, marking ridges, streams, hidden dips in the land that only you know how to navigate as your brown colored shoes hit the ground. 

each checkpoint passes, one after another, with your muscles beginning to burn in that familiar, almost comforting way. you’re lost to the rhythm of it: breath in, leap over that log, breath out, slide down the slope, watch the compass, navigate the next turn.

 

time blurs as you move, every sense trained on the land, on the feeling of the map in your hand, the forest air cooling the sweat on your face. 

finally, you reach the last checkpoint, heart pounding as you sprint toward the finish line. faint cheers grow louder as you near the clearing, the crowd growing closer, shapes blending into faces. 

among them, you see her. salma. her gaze locks on you, her expression an echo of every race you’ve run, every late-night training session and early-morning start. you see the pride there, fierce and beautiful, and a surge of energy courses through you, carrying you those final meters across the line.

the crowd erupts, applause filling the air, and you pause, taking a moment to catch your breath, the reality of the win settling in. you’ve done it. 

you’re the world champion. 

salma is beaming, her eyes bright and just a little teary as she pushes through the crowd to reach you. the two of you meet in the middle, and she throws her arms around you, pulling you close. 

“i knew you’d do it,” she whispers, her voice thick with pride.

 

“you’re amazing, mi amor.”

you laugh, the sound breathless and joyous. 

“i... i still can’t believe it,” you admit, pulling back just enough to see her face. 

“i couldn’t have done this without you, you know?”

“don’t give me too much credit. this was all you,” she says, grinning. 

though, there’s a sadness in her eyes, a reminder of the goodbyes yet to come. she squeezes your hand, and you know what’s coming next.

“you’re leaving soon,” you say quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

she nods, glancing at her watch with a resigned sigh. 

“i’ve got to get to the airport in an hour,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb gently over your hand. 

“australia está esperando.”

you bite back the ache in your chest, managing a small smile. 

“have fun at the world cup– show the world what you’re made of.”

salma chuckles softly, the sound both warm and a little bittersweet. 

“don’t worry. i’ll bring everything i’ve got.” she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“text me as soon as you’re done here. i want to know everything, okay?”

“of course,” you say, savoring the feel of her, of this moment, one last time. 

“and, salma?” you meet her eyes, hoping she sees just how much you mean it. 

“you’re gonna be incredible, too.”

the press events and post-race interviews stretch on for hours, but finally, you’re alone. as soon as you’re free, you pull out your phone, firing off a message to salma: 

i did it!!

moments later, her reply pings back. 

like i said earlier, i am so proud, my love!!! you fucking did it!!!

it’s like she’s here with you, her pride and excitement wrapped around you, making you feel like the win is just a little sweeter.

a week passes by, filled with interviews, team meetings, and that inevitable lull after the high of victory. you keep up with salma through video calls, her face lit up on your screen every night as she talks about the intensity of training, the pressure of the world cup building around her. 

you hear the exhaustion in her voice sometimes, see the strain in her shoulders, but her smile is always there, unbreakable. she tells you stories about her teammates, about the way the stadium feels during practice because of the australian winter.

when spain reaches the quarterfinals, you know. you have to be there, to support her in the same way she’s always supported you.

after booking the ticket, you keep your plans a secret, not wanting to distract her. you arrive in australia just in time for the match against the netherlands, slipping into the stands, heart racing with anticipation as you wait for her to take the field. 

when the game starts, you can barely sit still, every pass, every tackle making your pulse race. then, as the ball lands at her feet, she’s off, a blur of determination and skill, weaving through defenders with that same focus you’d seen in yourself on that championship course.

she scores, and the stadium erupts, but nothing compares to the pride filling you as you leap to your feet, cheering at the top of your lungs, lost in the moment.

it’s after the game, in the thick of celebration and noise, that you let her spot you. as she glances up at the stands, her eyes land on yours, going wide with surprise before filling with the kind of joy that only she can express. she laughs, a shocked, delighted sound, and rushes over as soon as she can.

“how… how did you get here?” she asks, half-breathless, half-laughing, as you lean in for a hug.

“oh, you know,” you say, shrugging with a mischievous grin. 

“i went through security and got on a plane, sat down for 18 hours– and got a ride here!”

“shut up,” she says, smacking your arm lightly, her face breaking into a grin. 

“seriously, though, i thought you were stuck with press things back home. how did you manage this?”

you shrug, meeting her gaze with all the sincerity in your heart. 

“seeing you here? cheering for you? that’s worth any missed interview. i couldn’t miss seeing that goal you scored!”

her smile softens, her fingers interlacing with yours. 

“you’re really something, you know that?” she whispers, leaning close, her forehead resting against yours. 

“you’re the best.”

the world cup final arrives. the tension in the air is palpable, every moment stretching thin as spain faces england. 

you can barely breathe as you watch her on the field, each play intense, each shot precise. it’s a nail-biting game, every moment balanced on a razor’s edge.

finally, the final whistle sounds, and spain has done it—they’ve won the world cup. you’re on your feet in an instant, cheering, the pure joy overwhelming as you watch salma celebrate with her teammates. 

tears prick your eyes, your chest swelling with pride as you watch her lift the trophy high, her face lit up in pure happiness.

as the crowd is still cheering in excitement, she’s called to the front to receive the best young player award. cameras flash, capturing the moment as she holds up the award, her expression somewhere between awe and humbleness– yet triumph is in her eyes. you can barely contain your pride, your smile wide and unwavering as you watch her.

your girlfriend is a world champion, just like you were. nothing can take that away from neither of you. 

[bellysoupset]

"Hold this," Max said, fishing out one of his many plastic bags from the glovebox and passing it to Vince. The man was leaning against Max's white pickup, more than a little pasty, with a green tinge to his complexion, his lips almost camouflaging against his skin so devoid the color they were.

"What is it for...?"

"Because you look fluorescent green," Max rolled his eyes, "puke bag."

"I'm not gonna be sick," Vince groaned, but got inside the car. He leaned back, closing his eyes and Max quickly circled the vehicle, getting inside as well.

"I beg to differ, you're one of those weird people who genuinely turn green," Max's was a little amused by how transparent Vince was, metaphorically speaking. The brunette kept his eyes closed, but frowned.

"So I've heard..." he gulped down when the car started moving and Max stole a glance at him, focusing on the drive. He hated the uncomfortable silence, Vince wasn't a quiet person and this was unnerving.

"Sooo... What's wrong, is it a bug?" Max poked his bicep and Vince sighed, opening his eyes, seeming a little annoyed Max didn't let him just sleep. The blonde shrugged to himself, Vince could be annoyed all he wanted, as long as he didn't pass out again.

When Max had barged in the classroom, the sight of Vince crumbling down to the ground had been more than a little frightening.

"No, I don't think so," Vince, in the present, said, staring out of the windshield. It took Max a second to realize he was keeping his eyes on the horizon, probably due to the nausea he was clearly feeling, even if denying it, "I didn't have time for breakfast this morning and has to skip-" he gulped down, pressing his lips in a line when a weak gag jolted him. Vince opened the bag in his lap, but didn't bring it up to his mouth, breathing slowly "skip lunch. I think it's just my blood sugar."

"You should keep some energy bars on you," Max scoffed, "aren't you an athlete? I thought your people lived on those."

"My people," Vince snorted, then groaned loudly as nausea caused his arms to get covered in goosebumps, "stop talking about food, please."

"Sorry," Max drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, feeling a stab of guilt. He was so bad at this, he had never taken care of anyone before and it showed. Hell, most days he could barely care for himself!

He also hoped Vince hadn't realized that Max didn't ask for his address, he had driven him and that friend of his home that one time at 3 AM and it was terribly embarrassing that he had memorized it.

They stopped at a red light and Max turned to look at Vince, immediately frowning, "You're shivering," he pointed out. All the windows were closed and the car felt rather stuffy, there was no way Vin was cold, "are you feverish?"

"No," Vince rubbed at at his forehead, "don't think so..? I just feel really cold..." He was pitiful to look at, white as milk and shuddering like he had just gotten out of a frozen lake. Without thinking, Max leaned in to feel his forehead, then realized what he was doing and froze with his hand mid air. Vince snorted, looking at him through his dark lashes, "you can check it, it's fine. I don't think it's a fever."

Max's ears burned and he wanted to die from embarrassment. Instead, he slammed his hand harshly against Vince's forehead, then pulled it back quickly, "yeah, you don't have a fever, you're freezing."

"Low blood sugar," Vince breathed out through his mouth as the car started moving once more, swallowing convulsively and fidgeting on his seat, "are we almost there?"

"Almost," Max sped up a little bit more, they weren't far out, "you're still feeling faint?"

Instead of answering him, Vince simply nodded, too busy taking slow breaths. He leaned forward, mouth hanging open over the bag, causing Max to cringe in sympathy.

"Almost there," he repeated, squeezing Vince's nape without thinking and leaving his hand there when the man didn't shrug him off immediately. Actually, Vince seemed weirdly welcoming of the touch, something that shouldn't surprise Max given Monacelli had been all over him when he was sick, but that did anyway.

As soon as he parked in front of Vince's place, the man shoved the door open and leaned out of it...Then fell.

"Shit, Vince!" Max cursed, jumping out of the car and running around it. Vince had fallen to his knees and he had an arm wrapped tightly around his stomach and was dry heaving on the grass, "shit-shitshitshit-" Max sunk to his knees, holding Vince's shoulder, "hey... So much for not gonna puke, uh?"

As if to answer him, Vince retched once more - silently, he was a really quiet puker - and a splash of bright yellow bile fell in the grass.

Max rubbed his hand up and down the man's back, sighing in a defeated manner. Vince coughed once more, than let out a string of little tiny burps that seemed completely out of place for a dude like him, and was left panting, an arm still around his stomach, his free hand coming to wipe his mouth.

"Sorry," Vince's voice was shot by the acid, raspy and barely above a whisper, "that was gross."

"I see puke weekly, you're fine," Max thumped his back in a lighthearted manner, "you're done?"

"Think... Think so," Vince nodded and the blonde grabbed his arm, struggling to pull him up on his feet. The moment he did, Vin stumbled, but stayed standing with great effort.

"You're sure this is just not eating?" Max made sure he wasn't gonna fall, before grabbing Vince's bag and digging through it to find his keys.

"It's unlocked," Vince answered after a minute of searching, "I... Forgot to lock it."

"I know Doveport is pacific, but geez, Vince," Max frowned, pushing the door open. He had never been inside and it was striking the difference between Vince's place and his own.

Vince's tiny house was smaller than Max's place, everything cramped in one open floor. Nevertheless, it felt like a home. His living room area was a light beige and had a big brown couch, with a small TV rack dividing the "living room" from the "bedroom", a flat screen on top of it and a bunch of books under it. The coffee table was a little wobbly and Vin's fresh laundry was sitting in a bowl there, to be folded and stored away. His kitchen had barely any cabinets, instead everything was inside of jars in open shelves. His bedroom had a pink wall, a bunch of books and one of his football jerseys had been framed and put on a wall, covered in signatures.

"Okay, lie down-" Max guided Vince to the couch, but the man shook his head, pointing the bed.

"Couch's... too small," he stumbled in and finally fell on the bed with a relieved sigh, "thanks, Max, you don't-"

"Where's your food?" Max interrupted Vince before he could say the predictable you-don't-have-to-stay. He didn't wait for an answer, turning around and going through Vin's stuff in the kitchen.

He had almost no junk food, which again was the opposite of what Max expected. A bunch of spices and pastas in all sorts of shapes...

"Here," he found a box filled with energy bars next to his microwave and walked back to the bed area, sitting on the corner, "have a bite."

"No," Vince wrinkled his nose, "too queasy."

"You're queasy because there's nothing in your stomach," Max rolled his eyes, tearing the bar open and breaking a piece of it, "open up, c'mon."

Vince glared at him and Max sighed, lowering his hand. He was being too forceful, he knew that. It was just... Weird being around Vince when he was existing in this weird limbo of crushing on the guy, getting to know him and taking care of someone for the first time. He was both worried and overthinking it all.

"Help me out here, man," Max said quietly, "I don't know what to do."

Vince's shoulders moved down and he nodded, rubbing his face in a frustrated manner, "uhm... Energy bar is too rich," he said after a minute, making a disgusted face, "I have saltines in one of the jars."

"Alright!" Max leaped for them, going through all the jars. Part of him was enjoying the snooping around, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in someone's house... Well, except for his tinder dates, but those barely counted, "who needs that much pasta?" he whispered under his breath, then raised his eyebrows at the fancy set of pans inside the only cabinet. They were all baby blue and looked expensive as hell, "these are cute..."

"Max," Vince sounded amused, "saltines?"

Oh yeah. Max found them in the smallest jar, next to a metal tin filled with cookies, and he came back to the bed, holding five of the crackers as well as a Gatorade bottle.

"Here you go..." He fidgeted, watching as Vince started taking tiny bites, in between small sips of the electrolyte, "better?"

"It's been twenty seconds," Vince snorted, closing his eyes, "sit down, you're making me nervous."

"I'm making you nervous? You're the one who collapsed like a victorian lady," he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "are the crackers staying down?"

Vin shrugged, not moving a muscle and Max simply stared, since the man had his eyes closed. Vince occupied most of the double bed and he looked... Weird. Not just the paleness and slight shivering, there was something off that Max couldn't figure out what it was. His curls had escaped the low ponytail and were around his face, making him look oddly like an ancient statue...

"I like your place," Max paced around, like a caged tiger, "are you gonna nap?"

Vin opened his eyes, looking a little amused, "can anyone nap when you're yapping?"

"Oh fuck you!" Max cried out, his cheeks heating up, "I'm just checking if you're alive, forgive me for giving a shit-"

"You helped so much already," Vince interrupted his outcry, moving slightly on the bed, "but I think I'll just nap now, you should go Max."

"Okay..." He really didn't want to leave. Not only he didn't trust Vince to stay alive when he was still that white, but he simply didn't wanna leave this tiny, cozy house.

"My mom is gonna be here in five minutes," Vince warned him, yawning, "you should leave or she's gonna rope you into coming over for dinner, it'll be a whole thing."

Max didn't hate the idea of going to the Monacelli's place for dinner. Still, he let out a huff, "yeah, I should go," he moved around, fishing Vin's phone out of his bag abandoned on the couch and then back to the bed, shoving the device on the man's hand, "get my number, I want you to text me you're alive later."

Vince let out a sigh, before unlocking his phone and handing it back to Max, a clear message for him to do it himself. Once that was done, that was really no other reason for Daniels to stay around a minute longer, so he patted Vince's arm in an awkward way, "text me. I'm serious, or I'll text your mom. I got her number, this is a threat."

Vince scoffed, looking more than a little sleepy, "yeah yeah..." he yawned, "Max? Thank you. Really."

He sounded so earnest. Max nodded stiffly, he needed to get the hell out of there. Liking Vince was a landslide, not even a slippery slope.

"Yeah, no problem," he walked to the door, "but start eating breakfast, Monacelli."

[peanutbutterlover02]

night changes

Masterlist | part 2 | part 4

summary: Weeks went by, and you and Anton received an invitation to a party at Wonbin's house. Excitement filled the air as you both prepared for the night. However, events at the party took an unexpected turn, leaving you back at your shared apartment with a visibly upset Anton. What transpired at the party? Why was Anton angry? As the two of you stood in the living room, the tension was palpable, and you could feel the weight of the unspoken words between you.

contains: smut, kissing, grinding, drinking, drunk sex.

🎧night changes - One Direction🎧

Weeks had passed since you first met Anton, and in that time, the two of you had grown incredibly close. Despite the busy college schedules, you both made sure to carve out time for one another, sharing meals, having late-night talks, and even working on some projects together.

The apartment had become more than just a shared space, it felt peaceful and homey, a comforting place where the two of you could relax, laugh, and be yourselves. The quiet moments between you had become just as meaningful as the playful ones, and a sense of ease had settled into your daily routine. Life felt balanced, and with Anton by your side, it felt like you had found a little piece of home in the midst of the city's chaos.

Knock knock!

“Anton? Can you get the door?” you called out, your hands busy rinsing off the plates you and Anton had used earlier, carefully stacking them in the drying rack.

“Sure!” he responded, jogging lightly toward the door. You could hear the soft thud of his footsteps as he moved, heading towards the front door of your shared apartment.

“Hey, Tony!” Sohee greeted, striding into the apartment with his usual energetic vibe.

Anton raised an eyebrow, taking in Sohee’s outfit. “Um... are you going somewhere?” he asked, noticing the gray graphic t-shirt layered under a leather jacket, paired with black cargo pants and a cap. It was a classic Sohee look—effortlessly cool yet casual.

“There’s gonna be a party at Wonbin’s and you two are coming with me,” Sohee declared confidently, leaning against the wall with a playful grin as he pointed at both of you.

You and Anton exchanged dumbfounded looks.

“What? I didn’t agree to this...” Anton said, shaking his head. “We’re not going anywhere,” he added firmly, crossing his arms in defiance.

“Why, Tonyy? We should go! The three of us!” you said, your voice bubbling with excitement at the idea.

“See, Tony? Live a little. Come onn, it’ll be fun,” Sohee chimed in, adding to the pressure with a mischievous grin. Anton sighed but didn’t protest further, clearly outnumbered.

“I’ll go get ready!” you said, practically bouncing with energy as you ran toward your room, eager to pick out the perfect outfit for the night.

“Hey, man, this might be your chance. Please come with us?” Sohee nudged Anton’s shoulder playfully, giving him a knowing look. Anton groaned, clearly reluctant but feeling the pressure. After a moment of hesitation, he finally gave in. “Fine, I’ll go,” he muttered, shaking his head with a small smile as Sohee grinned.

After about 30 minutes, you stepped out of your room in a red satin strappy mini dress and black heels, your hair styled just the way you liked it. The fabric clung perfectly to your figure, and the rich red color made you feel confident and bold.

“Omg, you look amazing!!” Sohee exclaimed, immediately hyping you up, his eyes wide with approval. He clapped his hands together, clearly impressed.

Anton stepped out of his room wearing a black tee under a denim jacket, paired with jeans. As soon as he laid eyes on you, his gaze lingered, unable to look away from how stunning you looked in your red satin dress. His expression softened, clearly taken aback by your appearance.

“Oh? You’re ready too, let’s go!” Sohee said, finally noticing Anton’s presence and breaking the moment with his usual excitement. Anton quickly composed himself, but the way his eyes had lingered didn’t go unnoticed by you.

The three head out of the apartment and into Anton’s black car.

The three of you arrived at Wonbin’s place, the heavy beat of the music growing louder as you approached the front door. Once inside, the room was bathed in neon LED lights, casting a vibrant glow over the scene. People were everywhere—chatting in groups, dancing under the lights, or gathered around tables with drinks in hand. The party was in full swing, alive with laughter and energy. As the smell of alcohol hit your senses, you instinctively made your way to the kitchen area, weaving through the crowd to grab a drink and kick off the night.

Soon after, Sohee’s friends, the ones who had invited him to the party, went to greet the three of you. 

“Wonbin, this is my friend, y/n, and Anton, who you’ve met before,” Sohee said, gesturing toward the two of you. Wonbin smiled as he extended his hand in greeting, eyeing you up and down with a slight smirk.

“She’s a dance major, by the way,” Sohee added, with a proud grin in your direction, making sure to highlight your passion as part of the introduction.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Wonbin. Thanks for coming to my party,” Wonbin said with a friendly smile, handing you a glass of alcohol.

“Enjoy the party, all three of you, yeah? I’ve got more people to greet, but see you guys around,” he added, giving a casual wave before disappearing into the crowd.

Anton stared at the cup in your hand, looking slightly distracted. “Are you gonna drink that?” he asked, turning to you.

“Huh?” you replied, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“That,” Anton repeated, pointing at the drink in your hand.

Realizing what he meant, you made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth and shook your head. “No, you can have it if you want. I’ll get my own,” you said with a small smile, handing him the glass.

“Thanks,” Anton said, taking the drink, his fingers brushing lightly against yours for a moment.

“Why?” you asked, curiosity piqued as you glanced at Anton, wanting to know why he wanted the drink that Wonbin had handed you.

“Because…” Anton hesitated, putting the glass back down on the table and locking eyes with you. His gaze was intense, and you could feel the weight of his words before he even spoke. “I just… don’t trust him giving you drinks,” he admitted.

“Oh… but you drank it?” you asked, a little confused.

“Yeah… I just don’t like the idea of him giving you drinks, okay?” Anton said, sounding a bit flustered, his tone protective yet awkward.

Your ears flushed, the sudden warmth spreading across your face. “Okay then… I’ll, um.. get my own now, also I’m going to go dance,” you said quickly, needing a distraction as you turned and walked off toward the dance floor, leaving Anton standing there before he could say anything more.

Anton scanned the room from the table, his eyes darting through the sea of people but unable to spot you. A sense of worry began to build in his chest, his mind racing with concern. Just as he was about to push through the crowd to search for you, he let out a sigh of relief.

There you were, by the dance floor, moving effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. The colorful lights flickered across your figure as you danced, completely immersed in the beat. Anton relaxed, leaning back slightly, watching you with a soft smile as the tension faded away.

Anton’s initial relief quickly turned into a frown as he saw you dancing closely with another guy. Your back was pressed against the man’s chest, swaying together in sync to the music. You looked a little unsteady, your movements slightly off, likely from the alcohol.

A surge of anger and protectiveness welled up inside him, and for a moment, he instinctively wanted to march over and pull you away from the guy. But then, he stopped himself. What right did he have? You weren’t his to protect, and it wasn’t like you two were dating. The thought stung, making him feel helpless as he stood there, watching you and the other man dance together. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay rooted in place, but the sight gnawed at him.

The sight of you laughing and dancing with the man, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face lingered too close to your neck, sent a wave of fury through Anton. His jaw tightened, and he gripped the glass you had handed him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His usually composed demeanor was slipping, and the anger building inside him was evident.

As the song ended, you wobbled back to Anton, giggling softly. He quickly reached out, gripping your arm to keep you steady. His jaw was still tense from earlier, but his grip was gentle.

“How drunk are you?” Anton asked, his voice a little sharper than intended.

You looked up at him with a playful smile. “Oh… I only had a couple of drinks,” you replied, your words slightly slurred but truthful. You were tipsy, not completely out of control, but just enough for the world to feel a bit lighter. Anton, still visibly frustrated, exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the emotions he was wrestling with.

Anton’s expression grew serious as he asked, "Who were you dancing with?"

You giggled, swaying slightly as you tried to remember. “Oh… his name was Sungchan? I think?,” you said with a light laugh. “Why?”

His gaze darkened, more intense than usual. “Don’t dance with him. If you want to dance, do it with me instead,” Anton said, his voice steady but the weight of his words heavy.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your stomach twisted at his unexpected intensity. Flustered, you tried to play it cool. “Are you jealous?” you asked with a teasing smile, though your voice betrayed how nervous his words had made you feel.

Instead of answering, Anton slipped his arm around you, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of heat through you, making your cheeks flush a deep red. You instinctively tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip around your waist, his expression resolute. “Stay,” he said, his gaze fixed over your shoulder, watching a figure staring at you in the crowd behind you.

“Wh- why? Anton?” you asked, confusion lacing your voice. Before you could get an answer, Anton took your arm and guided you outside of the party. “Anton? Where are we going?” you questioned, tugging lightly at his firm grip.

He didn’t respond, instead opening the passenger door of his car and gently urging you inside. As he walked around to the driver's side and started the engine, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. “But Sohee’s still inside?” you protested.

“He’s with his friends. Don’t worry,” Anton finally replied, his tone firm as he started the car and headed home. The air was thick with tension, and you couldn’t help but wonder what had prompted this sudden departure.

Back at your shared apartment, you stumbled inside, kicking off your shoes with a sigh. “Boy, that was a night,” you said, heading toward the living room.

But before you could sink into the comfort of your couch, you felt Anton grip your wrist, pulling you to a stop. You turned to face him, surprised to find his hands resting firmly around your waist as he pulled you closer, his face just inches from yours. He gazed down into your eyes, an intensity in his expression that made your heart race.

You locked eyes with him, your hands clutching the fabric of his jacket as you both stood there, enveloped in silence. Time seemed to stretch, and the air felt thick with tension. After a moment, you took a deep breath, thoughts racing in your mind ‘Fuck it.’ With that, you closed your eyes and rose onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips against Anton’s.

As your lips met, Anton responded immediately, closing his eyes and moving one hand to cup your cheek. The kiss was both passionate and tender, and you eventually pulled away to catch your breath. Anton's thumb gently brushed your cheek, and then he leaned in again, capturing your lips with his. You felt him smile against you, making it ten times hotter.

In one smooth motion, Anton wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting you effortlessly so you were straddling him. He walked toward his bedroom, still locked in the kiss, and pushed the door open. Gently, he laid you down on the bed and crawled over you, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and desire.

The two continue making out with each other heatedly. Anton parted from you as he stared down into your eyes, lust filled in both of your eyes. 

“Tony, please…” you murmured, your voice breathless as your fingers gripped his jacket, signaling for him to remove it. Catching the hint, Anton quickly shrugged off his jacket, his movements deliberate as he tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Please... take this off too," you whispered, tugging at his shirt. Anton obliged, slowly lifting it over his head, revealing his toned muscles flexing as he pulled it off. "Fuck..." you muttered, your fingers lightly tracing his abs. "You're so hot," you added.

Anton’s lips grazed your neck as his hand moved slowly up your thigh, teasingly brushing against your skin. His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, "Is this okay?" His voice was laced with a deep intensity that made your heart race.

You swallowed hard, barely able to find your voice as you nodded slightly, then whispered a soft, "Yes." The word came out almost breathless, and you could feel your pulse quicken as he continued, his touch sending waves of heat through you.

Slowly, Anton lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in just your red bra and underwear as your eyes locked with his, filled with desire. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. “Can I?” he asked, seeking your permission. You nodded eagerly, giving him the green light to continue, and he proceeded gently, his eyes filled with both passion and care.

Anton’s fingers went behind you to unclasp your bra, suddenly you were only left with your panties on. Anton stared at your boobs as he took your right nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. You arched your back as moans fell out of your mouth, Anton's right hand now slowly sliding to your panties.

“Ngh… Please..”, you moaned out. Anton was still focused on your nipples, not hearing your pleading. You couldn't wait, the aching feeling between your legs was becoming too much, so you took matters into your own hands as you grabbed his shoulders and flipped yourselves around. Now, with you sitting on top of Antons crotch and Anton sitting on the bed as he grabs your waist tightly.

You started grinding yourself against him, “fuuckkk..”, you moaned out. Anton was trying to regain composure but he could hide the fact that he was also whimpering from you grinding on his erected crotch. Anton’s head was against your chest, littering you in kisses as your hands around his head pulled him closer into you.

Heavy breathing and the smell of sweat filled the room as you both felt your climax nearing. Anton finally lifted up his head, staring at you as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. Blocking the airway for the both of you, making it ten times harder to breath yet hotter for you. Moaning against the kiss, you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“I’m close”, you told him, breaking the kiss. “Me too..”, Anton replied, drawing you closer so that your foreheads touched. Both moaning as you reached your climax, you held Anton’s cheek, making you face each other. Both flushed, sweaty and filled with lust. You pressed your lips against his, sharing a tender kiss. “More?”, you asked with a soft voice.

Anton gazed intensely into your eyes, and you had to gently tap his shoulders a few times to snap him back to reality. Suddenly, his awkward demeanor returned. “Uh, we should probably stop here, you need to sleep,” he said.

You glanced at the clock on the wall—it read 12:00. “Y-yeah…” you responded, realizing how late it had gotten and that you both needed to be up early for class. Shifting off Anton’s lap, he went to his closet and pulled out a loose dinosaur t-shirt and a pair of shorts. “Here, change into this,” he said.

As you grabbed his clothes and started to walk back to your room, he gently held your arm. “Stay here? Please?” Anton asked softly. You decided to change in his room and climbed into bed next to him. He immediately pulled you close, cuddling you tightly. Anton turned off the bedside lamp and kissed your forehead, whispering, “Good night.” He hugged you even tighter.

“Good night,” you mumbled against his chest, smiling at all that had happened.

a/n: heyy, i’m terribly sorry for the late update :( I was busy these past few dayss but i hope yall enjoy this onee, btw another chapter is on its way <3

[adoreeenina]

I wanna be yours - Ch. 3

Relationships: Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

WC: 2.7k

Series Summary: ~~~ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.

“Let me out of here!” Spider screams, he knows Quaritch is on the other side, watching him. He looks up at the camera, cussing at him in Na’vi.

“tsengpe Y/n? Oe new peyä nì'eyng! zun ayngenga tìsraw seyki peyä, tspang aynga” (Where’s Y/n? I want her back! If you lay a hand on her, I’ll kill you!)

Behind the mirror, Quaritch and Lyle watch as Spider slams a chair again the mirror.

“He’s completely feral. Thinks he’s on of them” the man behind the computers say as the three of them watch.

“How’s the girl?” Quaritch ask, not taking his off the boy. Quaritch gave the order to Lyle to take Y/n to medic before coming to look for him.

“Still knocked out. She has four fingers. Like the kids back at the shack” Lyle informs. Quaritch looks away from Spider to look at Lyle, lightly brushing his fingers shading his as he reach for the black coffee mug behind him.

“She’s a Sully” Quaritch wonders.

“Could be. She looks like she been mauled multiple times, though. Even has two different eye color” Lyle responds.

“None of the others seemed to care much for the kid when he fell other than the girl. Could be useful for us” Quaritch nods to himself as he takes a sip of his cup coffee.

“Where is Jake Sully?” Ardmore ask. The machine they had place him in, whirs.

“I don’t know!” Spider groans loudly. Electric zaps through his body and pulsate hard inside his head. Wrists and ankles stirred and jumped to escape the confines that strapped Spider onto the table you currently occupied, or more like it occupied him.

Ignoring Spider protest, she kept pressing on.

“We know that you know” Ardmore holds back from rolling her eyes.

“I don���t know!”

Miles from afar, behind a clear observation glass, watches his predecessor son being tortured. A feeling he doesn’t recognize. It took everything for the Colonel not to feel something wrenching in his gut instinctively with every passing moment.

“Just form a picture of your mind”

No.

“Is it one of the floating mountains?”

No.

“Let me out of here!” Spider screams, his head throbs, almost feeling like it’s going to explode.

Back with Quaritch, he watches the hologram of Spider brain as Lyle leans down with his hands on his knee to have a closer look.

“He’s fighting us. Give us a minute” one of the doctors says.

He felt uncomfortable at the prospect of his son being psychologically harmed at the convenience for Jake Sully. His other half reasoned that this was not HIS son, but it didn’t make the interrogation any less hard to watch.

“I don’t know!”

“Just form a thought, and we will see it.”

“I don’t know!” Spider repeats. He doesn’t know how long he’ll have before passing out or maybe not waking up at all. It takes all of his energy to fight it. He still has Y/n being held captive.

“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do” the longer the torture device goes, the more pain Spider endured.

“Which clans would be harboring him?”

“I don’t know! You’re gonna have to kill me!” Spider bluffs before screaming once again.

“It’s not gonna stop until you give us something. Where is he?” Ardmore demands.

“I don’t know, you buttholes!” Spider voice noticeably cracks. “Okay?”

“If you don’t tell us, we’ll put your friend here instead, would you want that?” Ardmore taunts. Spider eyes widen as his fist balls up.

“No!”

Quaritch, having enough, pounded from around the corner and slams his hand on the red button, Lyle following close behind him.

The machine whirls to a stop, making Spider let out a sigh of relief, feeling the pain subside, but not by a lot.

Armoire turns to glare fiercely at whoever stopped the machine seeing the Colonel wall towards her.

“General, let me try the personal angle”

“He’s not your son.”Her cold stare lingered on his eyes, in warning.

She turns to leave before glancing at Lyle, who just nods at her before looking at Quaritch, who looks like he’s debating with himself.

Quaritch turned to his predecessor’s son decidedly.

Chemicals.

That’s what you smell as your nose twitch in distaste. Your ears were ringing at the loud sound, but at the same time the sound felt so far away.

Bright lights burned your eyes as you came to, your body numb and unfeeling. Pain pounded your head, the silence unnerving whilst you tried to comprehend where you were. A mask covering the lower half of your face and bright lights shining down on you.

You hear the beeping of machines around you and for a wild moment, you think you’ve been dragged all the way back to the labs in High Camp. You turn your head, hoping to catch a glimpse of Spider, Norm or Max but is immediately hit by a pain worse than anything you’d ever felt before, and that’s says something.

When you do finally manage to look to the side, just a small glimpse of what’s surrounding you, you realize that you’re not at High Camp lab at all. There’s no sign of your siblings or parents, of Norm or Max, or even Spider.

Your ears perk up at the sound of movement somewhere she cannot see, and dread sends a shiver down her spine. Feeling a hand on your arm, your eyes snap open with both alarm and fear. Panicked, you hoist yourself up and look around as you pant, seeing many humans in lab coats.

Where’s Spider?

“Ma’am, please lay back down” you ignore her as you pull on the IV from your arm, hissing in the throbbing pain in your vains.

“Get the Colonel” you hear a someone scream out. Seeing someone in military uniform coming at you, you hiss as you take grab him by his neck and you lift him up before quickly, with all your might, slinging him around, smashing him into the two scientists behind you.

“Get down” you hear a demanding voice, your turn seeing the two dreamwalkers from the shack, one with familiar yellow cuffs, the other with his arms up.(Ja and Mansk)

You hiss as the one with with sunglasses gets near you, he reach for your wrist, you dodge it by grabbing his wrist, you lean back slightly and bring your knee up , using your foot, you kick him in the side, knocking him back.

“Oh shit” you hear the other dreamwalker mumble.

Spider tucked himself away under the bench in the holding cell, the cold white tiles of the room foreboding and uncomfortable. He wanted to find you, but he had to find a way to find you first. The last he remembers was you were bleeding and knocked out before you were taken.

His attention focused on the door as it let out a hiss. Quaritch stepped through as he sucked a greedy breath through the mask in his hand, and bent down to look under the table. Spider caught the face of Quaritch searching expectantly, it immediately soured his own. The Colonel took notice and sighed. He grunted with the effort of bending so low, and stood to walk around the table.

Spider darted out from underneath, aiming for the closed cleared door. Quaritch reacted fast and snag Spider with his long, strong arms and relented against his son's struggling body.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Easy, tiger. Easy”

Spider was easily picked up like he weighed nothing and forcefully sat down and held to the table by the Colonel’s large hand. He wriggled, growled, and hissed as he struggled against the massive hand of Quaritch but to no avail. He realized his position in the matter and soon he reluctantly eased his retaliation.

Quaritch push Spider down slightly before taking a step back. He holds his hands up as sign of no harm, as he stands up to his full height.

“We good?”

Spider scowls at the failed escape attempt. He didn’t feel comfortable at the thought of having to interact with this revenant of his father.

Quaritch took note of his son's submission, and regained his calm demeanor. He kneeled in front of his scowling son, intending to soothe and relay his plan in such a way the kid would have to agree.

“Kid, you got heart”

Spider glance up at Quaritch and practically rolls his eyes at the admission, not caring what the strange recombinant had to say.

“Those science pukes leaned on you pretty hard but you gave them nothin” His intent stare at Spidee continue as he nod at him, almost respectfully, “I respect that”

Spider didn’t really know how or want to answer to this, Spider shifted slightly away from Quaritch in discomfort.

Hearing clanking of metal is what made Spider glance up slightly at Quaritch as he pulls out the dog tag that Lyle had scrounged from his corpse. He gently holds his hand out towards Spider, to show him the dog tags.

“I thought you might want this”

Spider doesn’t bother to look at him as he continues to ignore him. Quaritch jaw clench slightly before forcefully grabbing Spider’s hand and shoving the dog tag into his hand, closing it into a fist, before he points at it.

“That’s Colonel Miles Quaritch. Deceased. Killed in action”

Yeah, no shit. Spider rejects the offer of his dead father, he wants nothing from this man. After a moment, Spider tosses dog tags across the room, to show him he wants nothing to do with his father.

“I’m not that man” Quaritch replies as he stands back up, “but I do have his memories…” he walks over to the throws dog tags, kneeling down to pick them back up, “enough to know that, uh, well, he want always the best father” Quaritch turns to sit next to Spider on the table.

“But that’s not an apology. I’m not your father. Technically, you and I” He motions between Spider and himself “we’re nothing to each other, but… I can help you. I can get you and your pretty little friend outta here”

Spider glance at Quaritch at the mention of you, before casting his eyes downward.

“Ah, I’m not gonna ask you to betray Jake Sully. I know you’d never do that. You’re loyal, and I admire loyalty”

Spider seems to acknowledge the praise. He knows he’s loyal, you tell him that all time.

“Just ride along” Quaritch smiles softly before it falls, “otherwise, I gotta give you back to the lab coats”

Spider finally turns to look at Quaritch, “I want something in return if I help you ”

“Oh really? And what would that be?” Quaritch squints his eyes as eyes Spider.

“I want Y/n back. There’s only a limit of what I can show you, if you want to learn the Na’vi way, she can teach you” Spider offers, hoping Quaritch would agree. You protect him all the time, now it’s his turn to protect you.

Quaritch tilts his head back in thought as he sticks his tongue in the inside of his cheek.

“She a Sully?” He couldn’t help but ask, from what he seen of you, you have similarities of both your father and mother.

When he first seen you, there was obviously something odd about you, he didn’t realize what it was until they brought you back to Bridgehead, he notice your figure. Your body was soft not hard like the other Na’vi, your figure was also fuller, curvier, he was surprised that top you were wearing managed to hold up your breast. He even caught many of his men eyeing your figure on the flight here. He remembers how Lyle told him how you even have two different eye color.

Heterochromia, that’s what it’s called, but it’s a human thing, how does a Na’vi manage to get it? Probably inherited from Jake Sully’s genes, perhaps?

Spider hesitates to answer but answers anyways, Quaritch will find out whether Spider admits it or not.

“Yes” Spider answers. Quaritch hums. The hiss of the glass door opening, catches Quaritch attention, turning his head, he sees Lyle kneeling down to look at Quaritch.

“Colonel” Lyle urgently calls for him. “The native is going rogue”

That catches Spider’s attention. Quaritch hoist himself up to follow Lyle.

“Let me come” Spider stands on his two feet, wanting to desperately see you and hopefully to calm you down, you’re most likely just scared.

Not saying anything, Quaritch pushes Spider in front of him, following Lyle to medic wing, instantly hearing Ja and Mansk and many machines being broken.

Getting closer they see you jump over the lab table, throwing your legs around Mansk and take him down to the floor with the scissor takedown.

“That’s some Black Widow shit right there” Lyle whistles impressively.

“Lyle, focus” Quaritch walks closer to the cleared glass door, pressing the code as the glass door opens with a hiss.

Hearing the door open, you push yourself away from the one in glass to see a man with a green shirt. You hiss at him as you back away to creat distance.

“Calm down, darlin’. I’m not going to hurt you” Quaritch holds his arms out, showing he means no harm. That doesn’t make you feel any better when you see a bald Na’vi coming from behind you from the reflection on the glass, the same Na’vi that shot at you.

You turn to snarl at him, you kick the table at him, being distracted another took that to his advantage and grabs you from behind by wrap his arm around you waist, you wince feeling the pressure of your wound. You wrap you arms his neck as he pick you up, you pull your knees in, and using your body weight, you kick your legs out, using the momentum to pull his body over yours, throwing him across the room.

“Shit”

“Y/n!” Your head snap to see Spider next to the unmoving demon.

“Spider” you sigh in relief, you take a step towards him but felt someone grab you by your kuru, they kick your legs out from under you, making you fall on your knees.

“Lonu, vrrtep” (Unhand me, demon) you hiss. your hands shot up to grab at whoever was holding wrist, easing the pull of gravity.

“Hey! Let her go, asshole!” Spider tries to run towards you but was held back by Quaritch.

“Now darlin’, we need you to calm down, can you do that?” You almost feel like he’s taunting you and you don’t like it. You snarl at him, showing your sharp fangs.

“Y/n” Spider calls softly as he pushes away from Quaritch, he takes small and slow footsteps towards you. You turn to look at Spider, your gaze soften seeing him. You let the fight leave your body as you let your body slump on the floor, showing your submissive.

Seeing you finally calm, Quaritch signals Lyle to let you go, as he takes a step closer with arms raised. While Quaritch is busy with you, Lyle goes to help Mansk, to check for any damage.

“I ain’t going to hurt you, sweetheart. I got a proposal for you.

I can get you outta here if you help me” you listen but you don’t respond, not taking your eyes off Spider, not even for a second. Spider nods as if encouraging you.

“What do you need help from me?” You scowl. You speak in perfect English, but your Na’vi accent is strong, making Quaritch grin wildly.

“Teach us the Na’vi way,” He rumbles low, his voice raspy in a way that makes your tail twitch. “What do you say?”

“I can not teach when you do not want to learn,” You shoot back harshly, making Quaritch huff with a small smile.

“I really want to learn, sweetheart.” He continues, “We really want to learn”

“The Na’vi has tried to teach the sky people before, it’s hard to fill a cup that’s already full” you warn.

“Well, my cup is empty, darlin’”

You don’t believe him. How can you? You know who this man is, you recognize his voice from videos you have seen from Norm and the other scientists back at High Camp. You know all about the pain and suffering he has done. If it means keeping you and Spider safe, then you’ll take it.

You scowl as you look at Quaritch.

“I will… teach you our ways” you reluctantly reply.

“Outstanding” Quaritch grins.

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[baelabong]

“I’m better”

Pairing: plastic!Karen Shetty x plastic!fem!reader

Warnings: Pining, kissing, jealous!Karen, flirty!reader, mentions of s3x, s3x jokes, crude language

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In the bustling cafeteria of North Shore High School, Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners occupied their usual spot, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Y/N and Regina George. Karen, tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the table, couldn't hide her impatience.

“It’s been five minutes ”, the curly haired girl sighed as she looked across the bustling cafeteria

“Mama, it’s fine. I’m sure she just got held back in class and can’t text you back”, Gretchen said as she patted Karen’s head

Gretchen, always attuned to Karen's whims, nodded sympathetically.

“Not but she’s also been taking up all of y/n’s attention lately. Ugh!”, Karen complained

Before Karen could delve deeper into her complaint, the cafeteria doors swung open, revealing Y/N and Regina strolling in arm in arm, their laughter filling the air. Karen's eyes widened, and she exchanged an exasperated glance with Gretchen. She sat on the edge of her seat and was ready for whatever excuse y/n was gonna say as to why she wasn’t replying.

Y/N and Regina approached the table, their infectious energy preceding them.

"Hey, losers. What’s the gossip also, we’re hanging at my house afterward”, the blonde girl spoke with authority

Karen, trying to mask her annoyance, put on her ditzy persona.

“Oh, you know just waiting for the two of you like always”

Y/N smirked knowingly, sensing the undercurrents in Karen's tone.

The girl wore straight cut jeans that made her look taller than she was, but even then Regina and Karen stood tall when next to the girl, and an off shoulder-cropped top that could pass off as a baby’s t-shirt due to how much it revealed her stomach and shoulders.

“Sorry, got caught up in Regina's thrilling story of how some girl named Janis had an obsession with her.", y/n sat down

Regina laughed, oblivious to Karen's internal struggle.

As the conversation turned to the mundane details of their day, Karen couldn't resist peppering the discussion with subtle jabs, her jealousy veiled by her bubbly demeanor.

"Oh, Y/N, did you get my text? I sent, like, five emojis in a row. So cute, right?"

Y/N, playing along, chuckled.

“Sorry, Karen, got lost in Regina's rant on how she saw Jason working at Taco Bell. You know how it is."

Karen's attempts to hide her jealousy were betrayed by the narrowing of her eyes, but she quickly covered it with a forced giggle.

Gretchen, sensing the tension, attempted to steer the conversation into safer territory.

“Anyway, class was, like, so boring today. Mr. Duvall went on and on about quadratic equations."

Regina rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Ugh, like, who cares about math? I'd rather discuss something important, like which shade of lipstick looks best on me."

Karen, unable to resist a snide remark, interjected.

“Well, speaking of shades, Y/N, I noticed you were wearing a really bold color today. Trying to make a statement?"

Y/N, catching on to Karen's game, raised an eyebrow.

“Just trying to keep things interesting, Karen. Isn't that what you love about me?"

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The next day, Y/N decided to play a lighthearted prank to get Karen to speak up more. She carefully chose her outfit that took her an hour of indecisive choices.

She decided on a skirt that SHOULD have been a dress code violation to the school but isn’t, with nothing but a bra under her cropped cardigan that if she moved too much, anyone would be scared for the button to pop.

Y/n texted Gretchen to pick her up today because she refused to get her license with the excuse that she wanted to stay as a passenger princess (for karen 🗣️🗣️)

Y/N entered the school confidently, ready to see the reaction it would elicit from both Karen and Regina George.

As Y/N strolled through the hallways, the two couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes from their peers. The whispers and nudges followed them like a shadow, heightening the dramatic tension.

Y/n spotted Karen at her pink locker that she glammed up the first day of school. Karen was re-applying her lipgloss as she looked at her reflection in the mirror hung up in her locker. The sound of y/n’s heeled boots clacked and Y/N's eyes met Karen's, a playful challenge embedded within the gaze. Karen, a mixture of surprise and amusement, couldn't help but turn away from the girl, focusing on just applying her lipgloss to avoid looking at the girl.

However, before y/n reached Karen, Regina appeared strutting to the shorter girl, feigning casual conversation while secretly sizing up the outfit.

"Well, well, Y/N. Trying to make a statement today, are we?"

Y/N, playing along with the charade, grinned mischievously.

"Just thought I'd shake things up a bit, Regina. Keep life interesting."

Regina smirked, sensing an opportunity to stir the pot.

"Interesting, indeed. I wonder what Karen thinks about your fashion statement."

Meanwhile, Karen observed the exchange that happened just a meter away from her, an amused glint in her eyes. She approached the scene, pretending nonchalance.

"What's going on here? Am I missing the latest fashion trends?"

Y/N shot Karen a sly look, reveling in the game they were playing.

"Oh please, you look like you want to fuck me.", y/n joked and Regina laughed with

Karen chuckled, her gaze lingering on Y/N with a mix of admiration and desire.

“Well, you certainly know how to keep things exciting. Let me try your top on sometime."

“Maybe, take me out for a drive later and we’ll see”

As Regina and Gretchen sensed the tension they both left, leaving the two girls to figure themselves out.

As school came to an end, Karen pulled up her Pink Porche at the front of the school where Y/N waited while ok her phone.

The girl rolled her windows down and told her to get in.

As Y/N entered, she buckled herself in as Karen started driving.

The pair talked about school that day and they shared laughs and giggles.

At one point, Y/N wanted to pull the curly haired girls strings again. The girl pulled out her purse and took out her lipgloss. She looked into the mirror and carefully re-applied it as she said,

“Oh my God Karen. Earlier at lunch I got held back right and so I missed out on lunch but when I went to find you guys, Regina had already got me my food. Isn’t she just the sweetest”, Y/N said practically drooling over Regina’s actions.

The car came to a halt and Y/N turned to Karen with a sad expression on her face.

Her usually bright persona disappeared and y/n realised.

“What do you like about her anyway. She hasn’t even fucked you like I have and you treat me like we’re just friends”, Karen said with tears welling in her eyes.

Y/n’s expression softened and turned her body to the girl.

“Oh, Kary, I don’t like Regina like I like you-“

“Then be mine”, The girl huffed out

The latter softly grabbed Karen’s cheek as they both leaned close. Karen’s hand found their way to Y/n’s waist, carefully tracing circles on her exposed skin.

Y/n could feel the girls breath on her face as she closed the gap between them two. Their lips moved in sync and Karen leaned forward, making Y/N go back into her own seat, trapping the girl with one hand on the wheel and the other on the girl.

Y/N pulled back quickly as she quickly realised and said,

“Alright that’s enough, I just re-applied my gloss”, she huffed out pouting as a joke.

Karen giggled at the girl as the latter applied gloss on again.

“Woman, are you serious. I just-“, Karen said wide eyed

Y/N leaned in once again and harshly grabbed the girls face, leaving Karen in shock of the girls sudden bold action. Y/n pulled away and fixed up her top as if she didn’t just silence the girl.

“That was one of my life goals, to be kissed by you”

Karen giggled as she reignited the engine and Y/n turned her head to the window pretending she didn’t hear the other.

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AU: Good lawd

Thank you @candytounge0218 for the idea 🩶🩶

[aj1dordinary]

y'know, im something of a roman empire myself actually

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x platonic!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

no beta reading we die like men. here’s another chapter even though i have like 3 papers due within 2 weeks.

after stepping out of the portal, your eyes catch first the palace setting. how its stone and marble material reached towards the sky and provided a sturdy foundation for your feet. there was clear signs of royalty with the hues of gold and purple that mingled with the color of natural scenery.

however, the view was interrupted when the armed guard replaced it. stern and well-postured, you straightened your back to replicate the menacing look. liu kang had educated you well enough before leaving so you could differentiate the two princesses among them.

johnny whistled, prepared to ruin the scenic moment immediately with that mouth of his. you elbowed him again, “not now” you mouthed.

“you should listen to your assistant more,” raiden said as Earthrealm’s chosen defender. “i’m sure she goes through a lot to keep you out of trouble.”

liu kang hummed in agreement before bowing before the princesses, addressing them as mileena and kitara. the rest of the group’s actions followed after the god.

as he went around, he introduced everyone. well, everyone except you, you stood farther back than the hand-selected fighters. but, your presence did not go unnoticed.

“and the girl?” mileena raised her eyebrow.

liu kang pursed his lips again before speaking, “a spectator, at the request of johnny cage. i assure you that she is of no threat.”

you inch back a little farther behind the pack as the attention seemed to have shifted to your meek form. thankfully, conversation was more focused on the battles that were to take place.

“i hope you are prepared raiden. our champions are determined to win.” kitana smirked.

“myself included, it’s been too long since Outworld has hailed victory.” mileena held her head high in confidence.

before you could also disgrace the group with your quick retorts, the conversation was interrupted by a guard, but clearly one of a higher ranker or importance. tanya, the future empress called her, declared that you all head to the capitol and without further hesitation, you all moving once more.

you made sure to be out of sight, realizing now just how out of place you really were in terms of stature and build. to keep your mind off things, you took out your phone and quietly did the job you were hired to do: vlog.

so as you guys paraded through the city, you whispered amongst the group and took shots of the Outworldian city. 

“so raiden give us a little pre-game interview. how do you feel as earth realm’s champion fighter? surely, everyone is gonna want a piece of you.” you shoved the lens into his face again in true paparazzi fashion. 

he flushed, you could tell the attention that he has been getting as of late was new to him, but he entertained your antics anyway.

“definitely a little nervous, but also confident. i won against three other of lui kang’s handpicked fighters so i know i have the ability.” he rubbed the back of his neck as confetti had begun raining down.

“a great insight to have raiden. i implore you to keep that same energy throughout our time here.” liu kang spoke like a proud father.

“and you kangaroo?” your low-attention span now shifted. 

the nickname always seemed to catch him off guard, so with a recollected sigh, he spoke, “pleased.”

“kung fu! ken-doll! get in on all the fun! we’re being celebrated right now.” you yelled, eager to ramp up the energy within the group.

“we are being celebrated, you just happen to be here also.” kenshi brushed past you, unwilling to give you anything else. ouch. but johnny was quick to replace him, shaking his fist like an angry old man at kenshi’s insult.

kung lao and johnny matched you energy-wise as you all declared that when raiden wins the tournament, you’d order mountains of food and create content to entertain the fans back in Earthrealm.

once a little more composed, you took notice of all the different kinds of beings there were in outworld, you also took in how it felt to be celebrated. mileena seeing the curiosity in your eyes began recanting to raiden about the history of Outworld. she even mentioned about her late father.

you cut liu kang off in the middle of him performing his diplomatic duty, “i’m sorry for your loss. must be difficult.” you provide a flat smile.

“i appreciate your gesture, but you have nothing to be sorry for. not as much as this one here…” she mutters. she stops the carriage to get off and approach a figure in the distance. in the mean time, liu kang is not ignorant to the interaction between you and mileena.

“you have lost your father too.” he spoke, his tone sympathetic. you look down, the camera no longer recording. there was no escaping the conversation with the all-knowing god.

“my mother and sister too. a home-invasion gone wrong. i wasn’t home. i never was, always afraid of missing out. so i blew them off that night when they wanted to watch a movie in favor of partying with friends.” 

silence hovered over the group despite the festival music still playing in the background. you made quick work of wiping your tears before apologizing again, scared of dampening the mood. johnny, who knew of your story when he hired you, just provided a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“so your humor is a cover-up, huh?” kenshi muttered.

“really, you want to do this right now?” johnny stood from his position in the carriage. kenshi also stood, making the carriage a little wobbly.

kung lao and raiden replaced his spot on either side, providing you with shoulders to lean on.

“now, now. we will not make a display of ignorance.” liu kang intercepted immediately, a stern tone taking over. “kenshi, now is not the time or place. johnny, not every altercation needs verbal and physical offense. i order you both to sit back down and let us carry on to Empress Sindel’s palace.” 

and so it was. mileena returned and the parade carried on as she muttered “li mei and those damned tarkatans” under her breath.

you collected yourself at the palace and stood amongst the group discussing tactics for the fights raiden would be enduring. suddenly, silence took over before johnny pushed you behind him, “red alert. stock villain incoming.”

he spoke in reference to what you would classify as demon split the crowd. his tall stature definitely struck fear deep within you. maybe now would be a good time to start praying. liu kang introduced him as general shao. his goal clear, to antagonize and belittle the group of Earthrealmers that stood before him. the others remained tall before him, but you were kept behind them out of necessary precaution.

the princesses returned and sat on their respective thrones beside Empress Sindel. there was no pause or hesitation for further introduction. she immediately began setting the stage for which raiden would take alongside his enemies.

you begin twirling your hair out of anxiety when his first opponent was introduced. the same li mei that mileena seems to distrust. you found out soon enough in empress sindel’s “motivation” speech.

then the battles commenced. each one menacing than the last. but each time raiden came out victorious. the first part of the tournament was adjourned and true to your goal, you, raiden, kung lao, and johnny made the most of the dinner that was provided. you couldn’t help but feel giddy despite the emotions you let loose earlier. maybe the relationship between Earthrealm and Outworld wasn’t as bad as kangaroo made it seem. you watch as johnny flirted with every woman at the party, as kenshi remained unbothered, and kung lao finish plate after plate. raiden and liu and seemed deep in conversation. 

that’s when the feeling returned. the one of doubt that sat deep in your stomach and extended into your throat. everyone here had a place, even in this new world. you begin picking at the remnants of food on your plate.

“i never got your name warrior.” 

you look up and notice that it was princess kitana. as instructed by lui kang, you bow before her.

“no need,” she paused. “i just want to know who you are in relation to everyone.” she sat down in the empty chair next to you.

“firstly, i am no warrior, but my name is y/n. this is more of a business trip to me than one of diplomatic relations.”

“hm. a little disappointing. but, lui kang doesn’t bring just anyone to Outworld.” she swirled a glass of exotic wine before sipping.

you chuckle, once again fully aware of how out of place you were. you don’t respond though.

“have you ever fought before?” she raised an eyebrow.

“maybe when i was younger. i took ballet, gymnastics and karate, but i lost all passion for those beginning crafts when my family… i’m sorry.” you used the napkins provided to blot at your eyes.

kitana shared a look of understanding. she even placed a hand on top of yours.

“i think you should get back into it. not only is it an excellent outlet, but,” she extended the ‘u’ for emphasis and dramatization. “i’m surrounded by brutes on a daily bases and would love some feminine company. maybe i can show you something?” she leaned in, eyeing the space around you guys for anyone lurking in your conversation. 

and how stupid would you be to deny the princess’ request. with stifled giggles and rushed footsteps, kitana grabbed your hand and rushed off to the palace quarters. sindel watched in amusement, she had the same harmless suspicion as a mother watching her daughter and a friend do some secret activity at a sleepover. 

“i won’t go too hard on you, just show you moves you can do when someone invades your space in a manner that is distasteful.” 

it only took a couple minutes for liu kang and the rest of the quartet to notice your usual cheerful and sometimes invasive presence was missing. and how lucky, you did not have to witness mileena’s moment of weakness or when general shao insulted your boys or the plans he had that had yet to be unravelled.

when you finally returned to them later that night, you were a little bruised and definitely sore, but you wouldn’t rest until you could show what you learned on a real person, someone like… a drunk johnny cage.

“how did you manage to sneak off with princess kitana?” kenshi quipped, a little dismayed that it was you of all people.

“i didn’t do anything, in fact, it was her who rizzed me up. don’t be jealous ken-doll.” you wiggled your eyebrows to piss him off further.

“well don’t leave anything to the imagination. what happened?” johnny slurred. this time, he was cosigned by a similarly drunk kung lao, leaving a blushing raiden behind.

“yeah? you wanna know?” you egged them on, leading them to their impending doom.

they nodded eagerly. “well come closer, i can’t exactly say this with so many ears leading back to the empress.” you tease.

when they approach and lean down for you to whisper into their ear, you unleashed your attack. you provide a swift uppercut to kung lao’s chin sending him flying back before he composed himself. you then quickly drop down before swinging your leg around to knock johnny off his. kung lao, the ever so competitive, charged back. this time, you used your refreshed gymnastic skills from kitana to avoid his rapid punches.

round off after round off you avoided him until you could feel your exhaustion setting in, while on your hands, you bent your knees and elbows, trying to gain enough energy to push off and drive your legs up. your heels made contact with kung lao’s chin and sent him flying back. he did not get back up, succumbing to the contact and his drunken haze.

after you sent johnny to the ground, he made no attempt to get up, his drunken state rendering him incapacitated. 

you gracefully finish the round off and put both your hands in the air as if you as if you had finished an award winning gymnastics routine.

raiden clapped, clearly amused at the current state of his friends. kenshi rolled his eyes, but had a little smirk on his face. “since johnny was so adamant about you capturing everything, you should take a photo of them now.”

“omg ken-doll, that’s the best idea you have had yet!” you squeal and proceed to whip the device out to do so.

“i see that your confidence is back on the mend. i’m happy for you. i am also glad that you are no longer running from conflict.” liu kang chuckled and pat you on the back.

raiden picked up the unconscious kung lao while kenshi attended to johnny. you all then proceeded to walk to the quarters provided to you to settle in and prepare for the next day.

“i knew i had chosen right after all.” liu kang said.

“me? chosen? you flatter me kangaroo.” you smile.

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(The Next Day)

raiden stood before empress sindel, though her daughters were missing from their standard positions. she commemorated him of his past victories and how he only had two opponents who stood before him.

you were back on the sidelines with johnny, phone already recording. you were trying so hard not to yell out “Out-Worldstar”. the jokes just write themselves really.

so imagine your surprise when she announced that kitana was to be his next opponent. slyly, you and johnny slid your phones back into your pockets and just started whistling. all of a sudden interested in the plants and decorations rather than raiders impending doom.

“come on guys, you don’t have any faith in raiden?” kung lao nudged.

“it’s not that,” johnny began. “it’s that he’s definitely going to feel it after,” you finished.

“and i will win.” kitana interjected. she looked over at you, you could tell by the crinkle in her eye, she was smiling, ready to show you what it meant to really be femme fatale.

their quarrel began and liu kang had to even stop himself from giggling as you stared at kitana with a wide mouth and a hint of fear in your eyes. she could definitely hold her own in kombat. she performed aerial flips and even put her magic skills to the test against his lightening. it was miraculous even that their fight looked as if they were floating, feet only touching the ground for a moment before attacking or blocking.

despite her flare and her fans, raiden defeated her in a split second moment of weakness. but it didn’t damper how you felt about the strength she exhibited, if anything, it only fueled the fire in you to get back into your hobbies that you discussed last night. you were determined to actually earn your position within liu kang’s entourage.

she congratulated his victory and with no moment of rest, raiders next opponent was introduced: general shao.

you, johnny, kenshi, and kung lao visibly and audibly gulped. kenshi even tugged at his collar a bit to relieve pressure. it seemed as if the ground shook as he approached the ring. you heard how he made a commotion last night by insulting Earthrealmers and their inherent weakness, so you knew he would show no mercy towards raiden.

you look around at your companions, while lui kang focused intensely on the oncoming battle, everyone else was face deep in a newspaper. this caused you to tilt your head while wearing a monotonous look upon your face.

“ok, i know we are all concerned right now, but maybe the least we can do is cheer him on during his final fight.” neurons began firing as you thought of ways to encourage raiden. then it hit you.

“no.” 

“ken-doll come onnnnn. you have to join in or else it won’t be authentic.” you begged, hugging his leg and refusing to get off despite his attempts to kick and remove you.

“i am not doing a pom-pom cheer for a fight.” he grit his teeth.

“come on man, its his last one. we either celebrate now or he dies without ever knowing we were there for him.” johnny wrapped his arm around kung lao and kenshi.

“we can be like the Jackson 5! raiden being michael, obviously” he continued.

“i can hear you guys.” raiden turned, almost embarrassed. 

“one time?” kenshi looked down at you, who was still holding on to his leg, returning his stare with puppy dog eyes, your lips wobbling.

you nodded feverishly. he sighed knowing that you have managed to knock his ego down twice now.

“ok.”

you hopped back up excitedly and immediately got your camera ready and positions set.

the kombat was long and brutal, general shao taking every attack raiden gave him and raiden doing the same. though, you do think your plan to increase raiden’s mood distracted the general at some points, allowing raiden to get some solid hits in. you could not lie, raiden’s usual shy demeanor did not match the one before you: a calm, composed, yet deadly storm. his movements also memorized you as his flash of lightning put on a show similar to that of fireworks.

and as general shao fell to the ground, it fell silent even as the ground trembled. you cheered and even entered the ring to give him a hug with the strength of a anaconda, lifting him off the ground some.

“you did it! you singlehandedly saved Earthrealm” you bounced with misplaced excitement.

“and she calls me kangaroo.” liu kang enters as well to also congratulate his champion.

sindel arose to also congratulate him before swiftly disappearing to someplace that would remain unknown to you.

“come. let us bid our hosts farewell and return to Earthrealm.” liu kang looked pleased at the state of his entourage before leading the way. 

[bepisbee]

Temptation

second part

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“Violet!” Blue’s yell echoed the stone stairwells. It was angry, but laced in concern. “I swear to Nayru- get your skinny nerd ass down here!” Vio paled. He was not in a state to be seen. The magic slowly terraformed him into a partial creature, nails stained black and sharp gradient black down his hands. His eyes remained as they were when he touched the mirror. He peered his head out of the bedroom door.

“Uhh aha heyyyyy~!” It was absolutely awkward, guilty, and not like him. “What’s up?”

“What’s up!? I am gonna tear you a new one, that's what!” As Blue rounded the corner, followed by Green and Red, he ducked back into the room. It was too late though, they saw where he went. “Violet Link Smith!” Uh oh, he hissed, this was going to be bad.

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At first, Vio doesn't even realize the situation he’s placed himself in. He spent so long around Shadow and the dark mirror openly diffusing dark magic like a humidifier. Absorbing it through the air, through Shadow. Especially through Shadow. The gradual increase and consumption of dark magic energy. It started there. Spending time with him, sharing magic, even combining physically into one being. He didn’t even know that was possible! Vio had no idea they could separately combine with magic. He thought maybe the others could too, but he dared not bring up the idea. Sure they were parts of Link, it made sense for the colors but what he and Shadow did felt so much more intimate than that. Vio didn’t sense it at the time, but it had altered him. It changed his magical abilities, compatibilities, his very essence.

Until after they all finish the quest and suddenly he's not around it anymore. Vio is plagued with sweats, shakes, mood swings, blood pressure dropping, horrible nausea. He doesn't know why. He has a few ideas, but nothing certain.

But he does his best. Never tells the others and never goes back to the tower. He hides between the library and his room and becomes nocturnal to avoid the others seeing him. Eventually the major shock and withdrawal symptoms stop but there's still an itch he can't scratch that's always crawling under his skin. A longing, a deep ache that has settled into his core with only one solution: Dark Magic. He had the idea, sure, but he convinced himself it couldn’t be that. It couldn’t be that, he toed the line enough already. 

So he searched elsewhere for answers and distractions. His recent line of work took him to strange sightings and puzzles in their area that appeared after a kinstone binge with the local library Minish. Maybe, he reasoned, he could find secrets that had answers for him. Or just distract himself from another wave of weariness and magical hunger he was ignoring.

The first thing he was conscious of was the sound of wet dripping on stone. A continuous rhythmic drip that for some people would be annoying, but for him it was calming. It was a focus, when everything was dark and fuzzy around his head. Then slowly as feeling came back into him the hard damp stone under his back, and a static with ringing in his ears. It had been harder to get up lately. Vio winced at the stagnant air.

Vio opened his eyes with a groan. The ice blue rings were very dull in their color. It took him longer than it should have to remember where he was. Vio sat up and shook out his hands, then arms, and stretched as he stood. He was finished here anyway, he just needed to rest so badly he’d passed out. This ominous riddle cave had no more answers for him than the books at Hyrule Castle. At least he had gotten some heart gem for his efforts. He sighed and winced at his sore muscles. He couldn’t tell if that was caused by sleeping on a damp hard stone, or his flaring symptoms. He groaned and brushed his fingers through dirty blonde locks as he walked out of the forest cave. Another damn dead end.

At this point maybe he really should go back to the tower of winds and hunt there for some scrap of anything. It would make him feel better personally to have some momento of Shadow, and maybe some more research materials. He was trying not to think about what deep down he already knew was happening. Vio mumbled to himself, maybe there would be spells he could cast to get this desire out of his system. Do a few shadow balls and fires and be sated. He nodded to himself as he situated his belongings, he would take a trip out there and gather materials. He reviewed his findings as he walked.

He had researched his symptoms. They matched up with a few things, mainly a flu, virus, or addiction withdrawal. Considering he didn’t do drugs and potions did shit he was left with more questions than answers. Something tugged in his core at the bouncing thoughts. Shadow. He really missed the bastard. The heartache didn’t help either. Vio asked a few trusted friends, and only time would heal. So far it has not.

Vio trudged his way back towards the castle, cringing that it was turning daytime. He had gotten into a more nocturnal schedule. Firstly to avoid his siblings and anyone who would care enough to tell something was wrong with him during the height of his withdrawal- symptoms- he corrects himself. Secondly because it felt natural. Ever since doing so with Shadow. Nighttime was best for them, peak of his powers, no draining light, sneaking around behind a tree and making out. Nowadays too long out in the daytime gives him a nasty sunburn. It should have been a sign to him, having light sensitivity.

He smiled to himself at the thought of Shadow calling him a lobster. If only he hadn’t converted Shadow too late, he might still have a corporeal form. His smile slipped off. They still might be together, in more ways than one. Vio shook his head, and started back to the castletown. It was going to be a long day and the sun was just rising on the horizon.

He snuck in through the back. He wanted to avoid anyone, at least until he could get a bath, fresh clothes, and some caffeine. While it had been maybe an hour at most, he was feeling tired from the light.

One well needed hot bath later, Vio slipped into the castle kitchens. Just his luck it was bustling with cooks, making breakfast for the castle, and Red. He blended in at least, wearing a simple lavender undershirt and trousers with his belt and dagger, and a spell tome tied up. He’d never get caught without a weapon. He was too paranoid for that. He thought he was getting away unseen, staying off to the side. 

He lifted a kettle full of water, to the stove. Just because he wanted tea didn’t mean he would be a dick and not make some for the workers in here too. Especially being in their way. Vio jumped when Red hugged him hard, squishing with surprising strength.

“Vio!! I was worried a magical book ate you!” he giggled. Vio instantly felt bad. What had it been, four weeks since he had shown his face? Maybe this time slip up was a blessing in disguise. While he didn’t want to worry them with his strange state, he did miss them. “Are you okay? You look pale. Well, paler than usual haha, you always look like you haven’t slept.”

Vio glanced and analyzed his stance. It was open and friendly and relaxed. He was in a bright red cooking apron, sewed for him by Blue as a birthday present last year. He felt a genuine soft smile curl up on his face. Red’s hair was up and away from his face, but a few pieces hung out haphazardly. It was so Red.

“Believe it or not, I did sleep well actually. Too well, which is why I am up at this ungodsly hour instead of  bedding down as the sun rises,” He chuckled and patted his side in a return hug gesture. Red let go. “Would you like some tea? Little chilly this morning. I’ll make that Blueberry one?” 

“Ohh that sounds nice, yes please!” He grinned, happy to see him and even happier Vio seemed alright. “With-”

“Two sugars and a spoon of honey, yes.” Vio finishes with another smile. Familial warmth spread across his chest, lessening the pit that begged for something he had been refusing to identify. “I remember,” he set up their cups, a small splash of heavy cream in his. A bad habit he knew, but oh well. Vio added the correct loose leaf mix with dried berries into the steaming kettle water and shut its lid. Carefully, he took it off the stovetop with a towel for the heat. “What have you been up to?” he asks before Red can get curious about his own fairings.

“Pastries! And hand combat! I won in a ring fight!”

“You what!?” Vio whipped around to him in shocked concern, he almost overfilled the cup. Looking him up and down and inspecting his hands revealed no injuries. Only calloused hands from cooking and combat. Although, his knuckles looked like they could have had old healed bruising very faintly. He narrowed his gaze.

“It was funnnnnn!” Red defended, taking his hand back and putting it on his hip. “I was fine. Plus I won a hundred rupees and busted the underground ring for Zel.”

“You fought in an underground ring!?”

“And won!” Vio rubbed his face.

“Good fuckin’ Farore.” Maybe he should crawl out of his book hole more often. Red just giggled.

“What have you been doing? Besides making the librarian mad you never return your books.” He teased, “What have you been researching? She said you had so many different book kinds it was hard to tell the theme. Medical books, magic books, traveling books? Ohhoh! potions??”

“Mmm.” He hummed an agreement. “Something like that.” it was partially true anyway. “I tried a potion for insomnia a few weeks ago, but made some alterations.” for his withdrawal symptoms. And magical extractions.

“I got sucked into a brain hole after that. Looking into ingredients and then their origins, and then their locations, and then the history of the plants and then history of the people who made them…” Vio rambled. “Ah, you know how my brain is.” He sipped the tea. “I just stayed up all night a few times and suddenly I was in that pattern. It was much quieter to read as well.”

“That makes sense.” Red nodded. “Surely that wasn’t all you looked at in the last six weeks?” Six!? Vio frowned. Oops. “You could do that in days, haa!”

“I didn’t want to ramble on too long.” Vio excused, fidgeting. “There’s a lot more than that, yes. I’ve also been doing some puzzle solving. I got tbis heart gem in a cave last night, actually.” He showed Red, be hadn’t consumed it yet.  “I uh… actually wanted to talk to you guys about something. A little road trip so to speak. I’m not sure how well Green or Blue would react.” He frowned. “They’re a lot more wary of my relationship with Shadow and… that theme of things.”

“Why, where do you wanna go?” Red leaned on the counter with his tea, brows a little furrowed.

“I wanted to scour for research materials within the tower of winds.” Vio sighed, “I know it gives you guys the creeps, but there could be some honestly useful things in that place. Plus it would be better for me to find them than some random wandering adventurer. Also,” he looks to the side, unsure if he should mention. But it’s Red, he would understand. He looks back to meet his eyes. “I… wanted to grab something from Shadow’s room to keep.”

“Oooh.” Red understood as he assumed. “Yeah, I get that.” he patted his shoulder. “I miss him too, I know it’s not the same as how you feel but I get it. One of us can come to help!” 

“That’s nice of you, but you all have important jobs here. Mine lets me step away awhile. I just didn’t want to go without saying something to one of you.” He puts his now empty cup by the dirty dish sink. He doesn’t want interruptions, and if he breaks down? He sure as hell does not want to do that in front of them. “I am.probably going to spend most of the time in Shadow’s old room, reading what I find. It would be boring to any of ya- you.” he corrects his almost use of ‘yall’ he had picked up from his partner. “And quite frankly I would rather be alone for my first return there. I’m going in a few days, for probably a week at most with travel time?”

“I’ll make some bread!” Red bounced on his heels in excitement. “I love baking breads!”

“Thanks Red. I knew you would understand where I'm coming from.” He hesitates and pulls him into a short hug that makes him giddy.

Red beams and runs back to his kitchen work. Vio laughs and shakes his head. Well, that's part of the plan done then. He snatches a dried meat stick hanging up and makes his way back to his room in the castle. Thankfully it was uneventful, aside from the castle workers' stares. He wasn’t sure if it was him, or the fact he was awake and about at this hour that drew their gaze. Vio looked at himself, suddenly self conscious. Maybe he should have laced this undershirt higher to his neck…

He distractedly ran nose first into his door and some maids giggled at him. Vio flushed and quickly ran inside, locking the door. He lightly smacked his cheeks. 

“Focus! Dumbass!” Vio shook his head and went to make plans for his trip. Starting with a good old fashioned checklist.

He didn’t mean to, he had just been so tired! He had been awake for well over a day anyway. Vio had fallen asleep right there on the floor, surrounded by books. He was a foot away from Shadow’s damn bed and he slept on the floor. A laugh bubbled out of him, startling him. He covered his mouth and took self stock. He felt normal.

That was not normal.

Vio scrambled to his feet, running. Not only did that mean he actually had an addiction, it was his worst theory. He was addicted to darkness. But that also meant somewhere here there was darkness. Vio turned into the room where they had placed the mirror and its shards. It felt so good. He swallowed, cheeks flushing as his heart raced. The air was tangible with the delicious magic. He stepped to the remains. 

Familiar whispers caressed his skin, wrapping around him. He knew that tone, not quite words but still understood.

The mirror.

He touched the frame, rewarded with that magic seeping into his flesh, rushing into the magic veins coursing through his body. He licked his teeth, a little too sharp on the incisors. His pupils dilated, scleras around the ice blue turning black and inky, he watched in a dangling shard. Getting up close, the blackness was shifting around. It was dying his sharp color a purple hue. He took his hand off, but the color remained. His face had”t looked healthy in color in years. Vio swallowed thickly and looked around the room

“Okay,” he steadied himself. “Okay. So it’s magic. It’s…” he took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. Fuck that feels good.” he shut his eyes and hummed in satisfaction. He hadn't felt like this since the first time he and Shadow had fused together. A shudder ran up his back, the mirror becoming clearer. Begging to be taken with him. Vio tilted his head, he was sure it would have wanted to be repaired but that wasn’t so. Did it recognize him??

He took a cloth from his bag and wrapped a large shard, tucking it safely away. “I’ve got you, if you’ve got me,” he whispered. “May I study you? I’ll be careful.” magic wisped around him playfully and he smiled.

That was two months ago. So it really shouldn’t have surprised him when he heard the colors enter the base of the tower.

“Violet!” Blue’s yell echoed the stone stairwells. It was angry, but laced in concern. “I swear to Nayru- get your skinny nerd ass down here!” Vio paled. He was not in a state to be seen. The magic slowly terraformed him into a partial creature, nails stained black and sharp gradient black down his hands. His eyes remained as they were when he touched the mirror. He peered his head out of the bedroom door.

“Uhh aha heyyyyy~!” It was absolutely awkward, guilty, and not like him. “What’s up?”

“What’s up!? I am gonna tear you a new one, that's what!” As Blue rounded the corner, followed by Green and Red, he ducked back into the room. It was too late though, they saw where he went. “Violet Link Smith!” Uh oh, he hissed, this was going to be bad. “You said one week! Red argued more time for you. It has been eight!” Blue pounded on the door.

“You have to promise not to freak out! Or punch me! I have too pretty a face!” humor will get him nowhere but it was his natural defense. He blamed Shadow for that one. “Let me explain first!”

“Blue, hear him out.” Green reasons. “He wouldn’t leave us for that long without a damn good one.” The veiled threat was clear.

Blue sighed but didn’t yell again. He took that as a go ahead.

“Ah- okay. So… the short version is: you know how I talked about my time with Shadow?” he gets an affirmative answer and sounds. “I haven’t told you nearly all of it. Time in the dark world runs differently, slower. I spent a lot more time with him than the month in this world implied.” He talked with his hands despite the door being shut. He was nervous. “The whole time I was in and around the natural magic of the dark world.”

“This is the short version?”

“Do you want me to explain magical adaption,  veins, capabilities, compatibility, and such?” he snarks back. “I didn’t think so.” he pauses to collect his thoughts and continues. “I think the best example would be water. Say you go into the lake and it is cold, but after a while it doesn’t feel cold anymore. The lake didn’t get warmer, you got colder. Does that make sense so far?” he waits for more affirmation, “So, The Dark World magic is that lake. I adapted to it. Except uh… it’s magic. And dark magic naturally has physically addicting properties to lightworlders. My slow exposure from the tower before being there built up a tolerance and when Shadow and I- …” there was an awkward silence and he just omitted something entirely. “Doesn’t matter- it- made me not only compatible with his magic, but reliant.”

“So…?” Green prompted.

“The mirror is still alive, and albeit much weaker by thousands of degrees, is enough to trigger that response. It has… affected my appearance some. It’s similar to-” he mumbled something that sounded like “Nightshade,” but they weren’t certain, or what that meant. “So: I’m still me, don’t punch me in the face please.” he ends and finally opens the door to Blue’s unimpressed expression. “I am sorry for losing time. The last thing I ever intended was to concern you guys.”

“Holy mother of Din.” Green blinked at the man before him. “That’s…”

“So cool!” Red had a very different reaction, eyes sparkling. “You kinda look like Shadow!” He took his hand and examined it. “Isn’t it hard to write with these?”

“But you’re okay?” Blue emphasized, “You said you needed this uh magic but you haven't been here in literal years.” his eyes narrowed at Vio who gulped. Busted.

“Ahhahahaha,” he laughed nervously, avoiding his gaze. “Uh…”

Red gasps, “You were avoiding us to hide something! Violet!” his turn to scold Vio, “I knew that wasn’t all you were up to.” he pouted. “You made me look like an ass, defending you.” he swore! “Were you okay? Did it hurt??”

“I’m sorry, Red.” he fluffed his hair, despite being shorter than Red. “I- would rather not talk about it.” he winced, “It was not pleasant and that is all I am willing to tell you.”

“Vio!” He smacks his arm. “Idiot. Are you okay now? Actually?”

“I’m okay,” Vio sighs, “Probably. I got a little lost in research… and the bed still smells like Shadow…” he mumbled the last part under his breath. They caught it, but knew better than to comment. “It isn’t anything I can't take home. Give me a few and I’ll pack up.”

Vio was cautious around the mirror shard and took papers and books with him. A few bottled vials of strange liquids, some the same weird flowy blackness as his eyes. Green made small talk on the way back, which he appreciated. It was nice to learn what had been going on in his absence. With some prompting he gave condensed versions of what he was working on, with the disclaimer he knows there’s no guarantee on anything.

“I could possibly at least contact him through it. If he’s… uh… there.” he chewed on his lip as he thought. Vio had his cloak hood up, the sun feeling more harsh than ever before. “It’s all theoretical of course, I know not to get my hopes up over anything.”

“The idea behind it is solid. What about a rune in the mirror’s back to prevent interference with other worlds or realms?” He had actually been listening? Vio gave an impressed look.

“That’s a good idea. Shouldn’t be too hard to make one…” he babbled some details Green didn’t fully understand but gave supportive feedback where he could. He promised to do this with them.

Vio did not do this with them. His appearance didn’t go down, but he didn’t mind. It reminded him of how they looked together. He sat on his bed, mirror shaped into a frame runed and spelled. He dribbled the blood from his palm onto the surface as it whispered in excitement. He focused, fidgeting in his excitement.

“.....”

“io? Vio!?” His chest panged as a lovely sight greeted him. Shadow in the mirror. He looked to be his age now, face slimmed out and hair longer. His eyeliner was stunning. Vio laughed and hugged the mirror to his chest.

“Shadow! Fuck. Hey, hi.” he pulled back and looked him over. “Where are you??”

“Vi.” He looked just as lovestruck. “I miss you so much. Uh- I’m in my room? Sorry that wasn’t helpful. In the dark world. None of my world hopping powers work anymore. How are you here?”

“I’m not actually there,” he chuckled. “I’m in my room uh at the castle. This is a shard of the mirror.” he moves it around, comically making his own face fly around on Shadow’s plain. He giggled and Vio’s heart melted.

“I love you. I love you Shadow. Gods you have no idea…”

“I'm pretty sure I do.” he smiled and leaned in closer. “What’s up with the eyes and claws dear?”

“I’ve uh- so funny story.” He explains the magic alterations and addiction.

“Soooo you’re saying you’re addicted to me?~ I can always help with that. You aren’t the only one with a massive craving.” Shadow teased, enjoying the blush he caused.

“Yes. I just need to figure out how to make the image a portal. Or how to make one myself.”

“I can try to walk you through it, but it’s difficult magic. Most people can’t make one on their own.” he watched Vio’s face turn away and address someone else, a busted look on. “Babe?”

“Uh haha sorry Red’s caught me.” he turned the mirror and Red appeared instead, but blurrier.

“Hi!” he waved. Red squealed and disappeared, running out of the room. The sound of Vio’s genuine laugh warmed his heart. “Wanna try?” he comes back into view.

“Yes.”

They gather around in Vio’s room while Shadow talks him through magic steps and feelings. At one point he scares them all when Shadow vanishes and Vio has to add blood to the surface to work again. That had not been part of the explanation.

He sits the mirror up and stands, ready. He takes a breath and focuses inward. Pulling on the dark magic in his veins, rushing through. It would use up his supply but he felt he could do it.

He weaved the magic, earning an impressed woah from the crowd. The circle sparked to life and through stepped shadow. As it shut behind him, Vio fell forward into him, fainting.

“Vi-woah!” Shadow caught him. “Hey!” he brought him back up, getting blinked at deliriously. He still held him upright. “Are you okay??”

“Uh-huh. Used all reserves.” He grumbles into him. He wobbled as Shadow walked him to the bed. “Little vial, left drawer dresser. top row.” Blue nabbed what he was talking about and handed it over. Vio downed it and made a face. “Blugh. Ewugh.” his color recovered. “Phew, thanks.” Shadow caught him in a deep kiss the second he saw he was okay again. “Mm! Mmmh…”

“We’re right heeeee--!” They flashed for a second and molded into a single being before falling back apart.

“Oop- sorry love.” Shadow flushed. “I got excited.”

“What the hell was that!?” Green demanded.

“Oops.” Vio scratched his cheek. “Uh that’s a thing I have also been meaning to mention. I believe we might be able to do that as well. Like how we can combine into Link? We can do that in a way with just parts. I’m pretty sure.” Vio yawned. “Another time. If you don’t mind, I am going to pass out now.” He slumped into Shadow.

“Uh.”

“Well. Welcome back?”

Vio slept in Shadow’s arms that night and had the best night’s sleep he had gotten in years.

Later he would gift him with the piece of heart he had found.

[g0lden-diety]

How abouut…. Bakugo with black reader grumbling about getting dragged to the club but you try to convince him that it’ll be fun bc he’ll be with the guys while you stick with the girls and it’ll be a cute lil outting for y’all. he gets irritated but figures he should go bc you’re looking like 🔥sin🔥 in that black dress and he would want to be around just in case anyone tries it but he honestly gets more than he bargains for when he sees u throwin it back w the girls and it’s over when he sees someone approaching you and now he’s tight bc he’s gotta drag u out the club and show youre his 👀👀, just a thought 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

Oh...oh hell yeah, this is perfect!!! Like this was my face when I read the request:

Little Black Dress ┆ K. Bakugou

Pairing : Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Black!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

cw: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex, choking, cockwarming, oral (fem. giving), overstim, fingering, impact-play, slut-calling, some aftercare, praise, some degradation, smut (obviously) MDNI

All characters are aged up!!

Author’s note: soooo, this was originally gonna be a headcannon/drabble post, but I REALLY liked this request so I decided to turn it into a short fic, I hope you enjoy‼️<3

Minors Do Not Interact // 18+

“Why the hell are we even going?” Katsuki uttered loud enough for you to hear, causing you to sigh from the bathroom.

“Katsu, c’mon! Mina invited us out so we could finally get a fuckin’ break. You can hang with the guys, I hang with the girls, we all can drink, dance, get lit. It’s gonna be fun,” you said as Katsuki made a ‘tch’ sound from your shared bedroom.

Mina had invited you, Katsuki, Kirishima, Deku, Ochacco, Kaminari, Jirou, Hagakure, and Sero out to the club to get sort of an escape from the day-to-day hero life. Obviously after tonight, and the morning after you nursed your hangovers, it would be back to business.

“Ok, how do I look?” Katsuki’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you. Your curves filled out the silk, black dress, it stopping at mid-thigh, dipped low in the front, backless, and only held up on you by a few strings.

Katsuki looked at you like you were straight up sin, and goddamn, did he wanna be a sinner right now.

“Still don't wanna go?” you asked cockily, leaning against the doorframe, resting your hand on your hip. You could see him subtly shift in his seat as his eyes flit from your chest, to your hips, then slowly up to your face.

“Tch, c’mon n’ let’s go, ya cocky lil shit,”

So there you all were, the smell of sweat, sex, and alcohol wafting through the air. You and the crew stood in front if the bustling club, live with energy. You and Mina we're going to practically buzzing with excitement. Glasses of sickly sweet drinks were poured, making the person who ingested them feel light and airy, like they were on top of the world.

“Alright ladies n’ gents, let's go get some shots cause I'm tryna drunk n’ nasty,” she spoke, sending a wink to Kirishima, making him wink right back.

“Do not make babies on the dancefloor, I beg of you,” Sero mumbled as you laughed, grabbing Mina’s hand, then she grabbed Ochacco’s, who grabbed Hagakure’s, who then grabbed Jirou’s as you all head to the bar, leaving the guys stuck.

Soon, drinks were poured, music was bumping, people were dancing and having a good time, as they should. The honey-colored liquid made your head float as you moved your body with your friends to the bass thumping through the club.

You were feeling the music, the fun, having a great time, but there was one issue. Katsuki hadn’t been paying you attention all night. He only really conversated when you stopped at the bar to get another drink, or whenever you and the girls took a break from dancing. The thought made you subtly pout in frustration.

You began to move your hips provocatively, wining and twisting your lips, hypnotizing anyone who looked. This caused a bit of an uproar, seeing as more and more people began to crowd around you, hyping you up. Katsuki heard the commotion on the floor, eyebrow raising as he wondered what the hell was going on. He moved past the people, subtly not-so-subtly shoving past people. Once he saw, his eye twitched in irritation.

You, his girl, his woman, was in the center of the floor putting on a show for everyone to see. You were throwing ass so disrespectfully in that dress, he was surprised the cops weren’t called for disrespectful-ass throwing. Katsuki watched silently, feeling his blood boil while perverted eyes watched you, lusted for you. How dare they? You were his, and his only.

His final straw was when someone, a man, slinked closer to you. Katsuki couldn't tell who he was, or what he looked like, due to the lighting of the club. He watched as the guy stuck out a hand, reaching for your ass.

“Oh, hell no,” the blond thought to himself, angrily trudging over to you. You glanced, seeing Katsuki getting closer.

“Kats-”

“Shut up, we need to talk,” you couldn't even get a word out, you were too busy being dragged to the back of the club, down the dark hallway, and into the bathroom, the door licking behind the both of you.

“Have you lost, you're fuckin’ mind?!” he exclaimed as you winced at his tone, it making your head pound.

“Shhhhh, you're so loudddd. Besides, don't even know why y’ care. Y’ haven't been payin’ me no attention allllll night. What, cause I put on a little show, it's an issue?” you asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as he breathed out deeply.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, obviously being over this bullshit.

“Mmkay, while you're in here havin’ your bitch fit, I'm gonna go out n’ continue to par-” his hand slammed up, blocking you from the doorway. You looked at his hand and arm like it was a foreign object, wondering what the hell he thought this was.

“Uh, excuse me? I don't know who the hell you think you blo...” you sentence trailed off as you looked into his eyes, them darkened with lust. He looked down at you, the way your brown skin looked in the red lights of the bathroom, the way that little, black dress fit tightly in all the right places.

“You,” he gripped your waist, turning you and pinning you against the sink counter.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere. You wanna put on a show for everybody to see what's mine? Fine, I'll show you why you're mine,” all of a sudden, your hands were being pinned on the counter, hissing as a shooting pain going up your spine, asscheek throbbing.

“Katsu-”

“Shut it, slut. I obviously gotta remind you who you belong to since you wanna act out,” he bent you over farther, smacking your ass again, earning a shocked gasp from you. There was something different in his eyes, something feral. It made your thighs mush together as you felt your core pooling with heat.

He smacked your ass again, a slight moan escaping your mouth from the pleasurable pain. His hand trailed down your spine, flipping up the back of the dress, seeing your panty-less behind.

“N’ you got the nerve to not wear panties either? Oh, baby,” he leaned down, close to your ear while grabbing your hair to pull you back.

“I'm gonna fuck you nice and good,”

Katsuki’s hand tightened around your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You squealed loudly as you felt Katsuki’s fingers plunging into you, curling and hitting against all the right spots.

“Ngh! Kats-shit!” You exclaimed, biting your lips as Katsuki’s fingers moved faster and faster.

“Look at you, takin’ these fingers like a fuckin’ slut. Show me how good it feels, baby,” he commanded in your ear as your eyes rolled, letting out a loud moan, clutching his hand that was placed on your waist.

He bit his lip at the sight of you, his lover, melting at his touch and begging him to slow down. It made his bulge throb against the fabric of his pants.

“Mmm, look at you babygirl, look at how pretty you look,” your head hung low as you breathed deeply, your legs shaking and your core throbbing as you juices ran down your legs and onto his fingers.

“You heard me, slut,”

Suddenly, your head was yanked up by your hair, Bakugou forcing you to look at yourself.

“When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you take orders like a hood little slut, you hear?” He asked as you mumbled something unintelligible.

“Oi,” he smacked the side of your face, yanking you back roughly and then gripping around your jaw, holding your face class to his.

“You should know, I don’t like fuckin’ repeatin’ myself. When I tell you to fuckin’ do somethin’, you do it. You fuckin’ understand?” He asked, gripping around your neck.

“Yes!” You cried as Katsuki smacked your ass with thunder hard force.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes daddy!” You exclaimed as he chuckled menacingly, licking his lips mischievously.

“Good, goood girlll, such a good girl. In fact,” you heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and something, thick, hard, and throbbing against your asscheek.

“You feel what you do to me, slut? Hmm?” He asked, smacking his shaft against your ass.

“Answer me,” another hard slap to your ass.

“Fuck! Yes!” You exclaimed.

“You want me to fuck you? Hmm?” He asked, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed the tip against your swollen, wet folds.

“Yes,” you muttered, barely audible.

You yelped out in pain as he smacked your ass.

“I can’t hear you, slut. Say it again for me, you want me to fuck you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you spoke, a little louder this time.

Another smack, a burning hot sensation that brought tears to your eyes.

“Louder, baby,”

“Yes!” Another hard slap again.

“Louder, slut,” he smacked your ass roughly as you choked back a sob, feeling your ass throbbing.

“Yes! God, fuck me!” You whined loudly as Katsuki chuckled, subtly rubbing your abused ass.

“Of course I’ll fuck you, babe. But first,” you were forced on your knees, gripped by the back of your neck, and forced to look up at Katsuki.

“You’re gonna take care of the shit you caused,” he said, smacking his tip against your lips.

“Open,” you obliged.

“Get to it, and if you stop, I’ll face fuck you until you’re fuckin’ crying,” you immediately got to it, working both your hands, mouth, and tongue around his shaft, teasing his tip and gagging around his length.

“Ahhhh, fuck, baby. That fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as he held your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. You moaned around the base of him as you deepthroat him, not helping but to touch yourself as the faces and noises he was making.

“Yeah, that’s it bitch, c’mon. Suck that dick like your life fuckin’ depends on it,” you gagged again as you pulled back, globs of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

“C’mon, sexy bitch, keep goin’ until I cum all over that mouth and those pretty tits of yours,” you began to suckle his balls, jerking him off and massaging the tip of him, his head falling back as he let out a loud moan.

“Yeahhhh, baby, c’mon, c’mon, just like-AH!” Katsuki felt himself throb in your mouth, him hunching over you and letting out a slight whimper as he came down your throat, pulling out of your mouth as cum came spurting out onto your lips and chest.

“Get up, ‘n turn the fuck around, I’m not done with you yet,” you stood, turning so your back faced him and he bent you over, the cool ceramic porcelain of the sink making you nipples hard because of the cold.

Without warning, Katsuki slammed into you, making you scream. He pulled you back by your neck, choking you as he thrust roughly into you.

“Ahh! Katsukiiii!” You whined as your ass clapped and jiggled against him.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He asked as you moaned, nodding.

“Tell me,”

“Feels so good! Your d-dick ‘s so good!” You moaned as he bit his lip, groaning lowly in your ear.

“Yeah? I’m the only one who can give you dick this good, huh?” He asked.

“Yesss! Only you-FUCK!” You yelled as he hit that spot, making you take it.

“Mmm, you’re the only one I want, the only one I wanna give this dick to, the only one who I know can take it like a good girl,” Katsuki praised as you moaned, feeling a knot in your stomach building up.

“K-Kats! ‘M ‘gna cum!” You mewled as Katsuki tilted your head back, kissing you sloppily.

“Cum for me then, baby. Keep takin’ that dick, just like that. You take it so good, baby, I’m so proud of you. Cum, cum for me,” he gently coaxed as the knot in your stomach finally realeased, your vision scattering with white dots and your voice leaving your body as you began to orgasm, Katsuki still stroking in and out of you.

“Take it, take it baby, ‘cause I’m not stoppin’ til I cum in that sweet, pretty little pussy of yours,” your eyes rolled back as you begged him to slow down but he kept the pace.

“Ahhhh! Katsukiiiiii!” You cried, feeling your legs shake as you creamed down your legs and all over his dick.

“Yessss, yes baby, fuck!” He hissed, leaning forward and pressing his chest against your back, holding you close, massaging your tits as he came inside you, shooting his load into you as he groaned in your ear, catching his breath.

“K-Kats,” you slurred, feeling drowsiness overwhelm you.

“I know…I know. Here, lemme clean you,” Katsuki then grabbed a few paper towels and wiping up the mess on your legs, face and chest.

He then kissed your swollen ass, softly rubbing the abused flesh. He then stood up, kissing your softly.

“You ok?” He asked as you slumped forward, breathing deeply against his chest. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. He slipped off your heels and fixed himself, picking you up bridal style as he carried you out of the club bathroom.

“Where have you guys be-ohhhhh,” Denki wiggled his eyebrows as Katsuki knowingly as the blond mouthed ‘shut the fuck up’, and his ignored all of the playful taunts towards him.

“Jeez, Bakugou, knocked her out, huh?” Kirishima asked as the blond scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, but it just lets all these other fuckers know that nobody can have her, also,” Bakugou smiled smugly.

“Nobody can beat the pussy up like me,”

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors- magic bullet

Derek hale x reader

Hi ok so this took so long to wright omg, anyway I hope you like it there's not a lot of moments between Derek and reader but I added a more at the end

Ps (Her healing looks much like Derek’s except the color.)

Y/n stood behind Derek as he bent down looking at a drop of blood. “Do you know whose it is?” She whispered, bending down behind him. “No, it’s like the scent is covered” he whispered back. The pair heard something causing them to look around on high alert. Y/ns senses were more heightened than Derek’s in times like these. Y/n turned her head forward seeing the alpha climb the side of the building across from them. Seeing this she sprinted towards it assuming Derek was right behind her, she was right. She knew when she saw Derek running right beside her jumping over objects trying to catch up to the alpha. They climbed to the roof of a random building and Derek sniffed the air trying to catch its scent while y/n tried tracking its energy. Y/n jumped to the next roof about to start running after the alpha again but before she could a gunshot rang through the air causing her to turn to where the sound came from only to see Derek fall back and off the roof. Y/n quickly ran to the edge of the roof and muttered a spell to somewhat break his fall.

Once y/n saw that he was on the ground and alive she jumped off the roof using the same spell she used on Derek to break her fall. Once she landed she ran to Derek who was perched up against a random building. “Damn it Derek” she whispered shouted as she reached him falling down to her knees lifting up his sleeve to see the bullet wound letting out some sort of a blue smoke. Derek’s face winced in pain as he leaned his head back against the building. “Here let me try and take some of the pain” she whispered, grabbing his arm but before she could mutter the spell Derek’s other hand slapped hers away “no don’t you're gonna use too much energy.” He huffed out. Y/n looked at him as if the was the dumbest thing she had ever heard “you do know it is my job to protect the people I live and you are at the very top of the list right?” She asked before putting her hand right back in the place it was causing him to glare at her. “Glare all you want to wolf man we’re not leaving until you let me take some of your pain away” she said muttering a spell causing her eyes to glow the vibrant purple and purple lines began to flow up hers and Derek’s arm. His tense body relaxed at the feeling of relief. “Come on we gotta go before whoever shot you comes to finish off the job” she said before helping the wounded werewolf up.

Time skip————

It is now the next day school had just let out and Derek and y/n met at the back of the school. “So did you find him?” She asked Derek who was very ill looking. He leaned up against the school building “no” he huffed “did you?” He asked. Yn sighed worried “no but I did find out he’s going out to Allison’s today, she may have the bullet in her house, considering Kate’s here” she mumbled the last part but she knew Derek heard her. “What?” His head shot up at this. “Oh nothing, just your physic ex-girlfriend is in town. No biggie” y/n sassed finding her nails interesting. She then shook her head and helped Derek up as he now could barely walk without any assistance. “Whatever we’ll talk about this when you're not on the brink of death, plus school just let out so they should be in the parking lot” she said. When they reached the Parking lot they stopped right in the middle of the road when Derek unexpectedly collapsed bringing y/n with him. She heard a tire screech and a ‘Jesus these guys are everywhere’ coming from inside she immediately knew it was stiles and she let out a breath of relief. “Der you gotta try and control your shift if not that then your eyes” she whispers as Scott and stiles came running from beside stiles jeep “what are you doing here” Scott asked. “I was shot” Derek said, breathing heavily. “He’s not looking so good dude” stiles says to Scott

“He can't, I've been trying to heal him all night, it was a different kind of bullet” y/n spoke up from behind him. She was behind Derek keeping him upright. “A silver bullet?” Stiles asked, leaning forward a bit. “No you idiot” “wait, wait, that’s what she meant when she said you have 48 hours” Scott said in recollection. “Wha- who said that” y/n asked, her voice stern. “The person who shot him” Scott replied. Before y/n could say anything Derek’s body tensed and his eyes shifted again. Scott looked around in panic “what are you doing stop that” he said. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, I can’t” Derek growled. “Derek, get up” Scott commanded. People around them started to get impatient honking their horns ready to leave the school.

Stiles helped Scott lift Derek off of y/n and put him in stiles jeep. Y/n grabbed Scott’s arm “Scott I need you to find out what bullet she used” y/n commanded voice stern. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Scott asked. Derek spoke up from the jeep “she’s an argent, she’s with them”. Scott looked at Derek “why should I help you, y/n I’d help but why you?” He asked. At this y/n pushed Scott’s shoulder back becoming defensive “because you need him I can only teach you so much, but if he dies, I will kill you myself, and it will be a slow and very painful death” she threatened. “Find the goddamn bullet” she ordered. Scott looked at her for a second “fine, I’ll try”. At this y/n smiled and patted his shoulder muttering ‘good choice’ and got into the jeep and stiles took off. Stiles drove impatiently as he called Scott repeatedly. He turned to Derek “hey- try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We’re almost there”he says. Y/n perks up at this and Derek asks the same question she was about to ask “almost where?”. Stiles sighed and looked at y/n through the rear view mirror and said “to your house”. “What no you can’t take me there” Derek says. At this y/n looks at him in confusion “wha- I can’t take you to your house?” Stiles asked as if he had just heard the dumbest thing in the world. “Not if I can’t protect myself” he said “umm excuse me?” Yn spoke up from the back “I can’t leave you to protect us both y/n” Derek says rolling his eyes “hun I’m literally made to protect multiple beings at once… it’s my job, but if it makes you feel better fine” she mumbled the last part.

Stiles speaks up from the driver's seat aggravated “so what happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magical bullet hmm? Are you dying? '' he said, waving his unoccupied hand. “No I have a last resort” he said. This was news to y/n so she leaned forward “care to fill me in on it” she asked as Derek pulled up his sleeve. Upon seeing the wound stiles gagged in disgust turning the car engine off “oh my g- is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.” He said disgusted using his arm to cover the view of the wound. “Start the car” Derek growled. “I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles threatened with a boost of confidence. Y/n sat back entertained by her boyfriend and brother bickering with each other. “Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth '' Derek threatened. Y/n almost laughed out loud at the look on stiles face as he cranked up the engine. Y/n sat for a second before a sharp pain pierced her brain causing her to let out a gasp and pulled into a vision.

“Y/n” she heard her voice being called as she looked at her surroundings but she couldn’t see anything just plain white. “Who’s there?” Y/n said taking a defensive stance ready for anything. “Calm down child” the voice said. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” She asked. “Y/n I’ve been waiting to speak with you, your mind is very strong” the voice said. “Yeah it’s like that for a reason, who are you?” She asked again, still looking around, “I don't have a lot of time, your mind will only allow it for so long, listen, protect those around you. But don’t get pulled into ill intentions.” The voice said. “What the hell does that mean?” She asked. “Language” the voice said slightly louder. “Sorry?” Y/n said. “What does that mean? Who around me has ill intentions.” She asked. “Don’t let the need for power cloud your judgment” the voice said. Y/n shook her head confused just as she was about to ask another question she was pulled out of the vision

When she opened her eyes she saw stiles pulling into the animal clinic, “what the hell are we doing here” she asked. “Scott told me to take you here, never mind that, what the hell happened to you?” Stiles asked. “A vision?” She replied looking down thinking about what the voice said . “You get visions?” He asked surprised. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one but this one was different” hearing this Derek turned to her and asked “different how?” before she shook her head dismissing what he had just asked and got out of the jeep and helping Derek out and into the vet.

Once settled Derek took his shirt off making stiles Gag once again at his wound “okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn’t take care of” he said covering his view of the wound y/n was looking around for anything that could possibly help Derek “if the infection reached his heart it’ll kill him” she said opening a drawer filled with herbs. “Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary is it?” He asked exasperatedly. “If he doesn’t get the bullet in time- last resort” Derek said, looking like a small gust of wind could knock him out. Y/n turned towards him still not aware of this “last resort” so she asked “you ever plan on letting me know what this ‘last resort’ is?” While folding her arms. “What she said” Stiles said, mentioning to the girl behind him. Derek pulled a tool out and placed it on the table “your gonna cut my arm off” he huffed. At this the two groaned stiles in distress and y/n in annoyance.

“What if you bleed to death” y/n heard a very faint heartbeat getting louder. She walked out of the room and to the entrance of the clinic she saw Scott on his bike. At the sight y/n let out a breath of relief abt he had been holding in since Derek had been shot but she was still afraid that it wouldn’t work. Scott jumped off his bike and ran through the door of the clinic “Y/N? STILES?” He yelled y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room where stiles was holding the tool to Derek’s arm “I leave for five seconds!” Y/n yelled, taking the tool from stiles. Stiles sighs in relief “oh thank god” he says “you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares”.

Derek looks at Scott “did you get it?” He asked and Scott pulls out a bullet and gives it to Derek who immediately it’s the tip off and pours the gunpowder on the table before collapsing to the ground. Y/n ran to Derek's side and stiles to the other “oh god is he dead” stiles yelled in distress. “No he passed out you idiot” she said, placing her hand on his chest to send a to his heart hoping it would wake him up and it did. Derek sat up immediately and stood up using the table to keep himself stable. He grabbed a lighee and put the flame up to the powder and blue smoke evaporated from the powder making the powder now available to heal Derek so he took it in his hand and put it into his wound making him from to the ground writhing in pain while shifted. Y/n found the sight hot but she wouldn’t comment on it… right now.

After about seven seconds Derek was finally healed and the color returned back to his face. When y/n saw that he was completely healed she went to hug Derek but Scott cut her off ranting about Allison and the argents making y/n roll her eyes and groan “am I ever gonna get my boyfriend back to myself” she mumbled leaving the two. Stiles followed behind the girl and asked if she needed a ride soon after hearing Derek was taking Scott somewhere. The girl took his offer and let him drive her home where she waited about an hour for Derek to return.

Y/n was standing in the mirror when Derek entered the room sighing. “You left” he said. “Yeah well you had a date with Scotty boy and I was tired so…” she replied turning towards the man “a date huh?” He teased grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him smirking. “Yes, a date” she said, biting back a smile. They stared in each other's eyes for a second before Derek leaned down and kissed y/n softly. She bought her arms to wrap around his neck kissing back. He pulled away, putting his forehead to hers. She smiled looking into the green eyes that she had grown to love so deeply “I was really worried you know” she said. “I know, but I also know that you won’t let anything happen to me” he said, meaning every word. And he was right, y/n would give her own life to save anyone she loved, especially him. “Let’s get some sleep, after you take a shower because you stink, stiles wasn’t lying” she said the last part before running out of the room knowing the mention of stiles aggravates Derek because in his words ‘I have had enough of stiles for a lifetime’. About an hour later Derek entered the room with his hair wet and in sweats. “It seems like you’ve been shirtless all day.” Y/n teased. Derek payed down next to y/n “don’t act like you don’t like seeing me shirtless.” He said. “Oh no I love seeing you shirtless, you should have seen yourself when you were healing” she said, raising her eyebrows smiling. Derek turned towards her in astonishment “are you saying I’m hot when I’m in pain?” He asked smirking “whaaat nooo I would never” y/n said dragging out her words. “I was in pain y/n!” He said incredulously. “I know but I can’t help it… you were flexing your muscles and everything” she said sheepishly “go to sleep” Derek said still in disbelief making y/n let out a laugh. “Ok seriously I’m tired goodnight der” she said and he replied with a good night.

@bellabadacadabra

[staplegxnn]

THE THIRD BEAT

(Reposts are appreciated, please do not steal, copy, or publish my work without proper credit.)

Tw: cussing, lots of juicy juicy angst

Headcannons: poppy does not like cussing (humor ensues), Barb is traumatized, Branch is a snuggly mf who loves his gfs with all his heart

Life was slow and messy for Barb after the whole “trying to turn everyone into rock trolls” thing. It wasn’t easy for her to make friends, some people still hated her, others went as far as teasing her and calling her names, it wasn’t something she could escape. But there was one escape…Poppy and Branch, Poppy was the queen of the pop trolls, a sweet and overly optimistic woman with a heart of gold and a love for glitter, and Branch was her pessimistic boyfriend, he was more chill and low energy than poppy was, but he was still all smiles and jokes. Poppy and Branch were Barbs absolute best friends, they didn’t judge her for anything, sure, Branch needed a bit more time before fully trusting Barb, but one he did, they were amazing friends. Poppy was certainly the closest to Barb, they could talk to each other for hours without getting bored, they did each others hair, they went on adventures together- they were absolutely inseparable.

Barb sat on the edge of her bed, sighing as she scribbled down some doodles in her notebook. She didn’t have anything to do today, Branch was out with his brothers and Poppy was doing some queenly shit that Barb would rather just not ask about- she had her own problems ruling her own kingdom. Barb laid back in her bed, looking up at her ceiling, she’d been staying temporarily in the pop kingdom for around a month now, since most of the rock trolls were helping re-construction of the other kingdoms, she honestly loved it there, it was bright and colorful, and sure- it was kind of not her vibe- but it made her happy nonetheless. Barb felt her hand grip around her pen, her notebook laying on her lap, she sat up and started to doodle again, it started with a head, then a body, some legs, some arms…Barb grumbled, she got up and walked to her desk, grabbing some other pens. Pink hair, pink skin, a blue and green dress…and pretty, hot pink eyes. Barb set her pen down, rubbing the paper and sighing, she chuckled, looking at the drawing.

“Poppy…”

Barb sat down in her desk chair, rocking it side to side as she flipped the page and started doodling again. Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought about Poppy, she looked to the picture on her wall of the two together, Poppy hugging Barb tightly, and Barb hugging back- she wanted that to happen again, she missed Poppy’s hugs when she wasn’t there. Barb looked back down at her paper, she drew poppy again, her smiling face and bright eyes, she closed the notebook, setting her pens aside, she took a deep breath and took the picture from the wall, looking down at it.

“Poppy. God damnit why can I not stop thinking about you….”

Barb heard a soft knock on her door, she set the picture down and opened it, almost having a heart attack as she saw the pink preppy princess standing right at her door. She stepped back.

“Ah! Poppy! Oh you’re here! I thought you weren’t gonna be back for another hour!”

Poppy giggled, hugging onto Barb and sighing.

“Ugh- the queen stuff was soooo boorrrrrinnnngg! So I snuck away to come see you!!! I- hope that’s okay-“

Poppy sat down on Barb’s bed, smiling at her. Barb nodded, smiling back and crossing her arms, trying to make Poppy’s hug last longer.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m always one for ditching.”

Barb sat next to Poppy, leaning on her a bit, Poppy leaned into her as well, the two of them falling back onto the bed and giggling. Barb looked at Poppy as she wrapped her arms around her, taking her in another big hug.

“I miss your hugs when you’re not around…”

Barb mumbled, looking up at the ceiling, trying to ignore her thumping heart and burning face.

“Awww! Barb!!! I miss you too. I wish I could come over here more often but I’m so freaking bussssyyyy- excuse my French.”

Barb laughed at Poppy’s remark, looking down at her and sighing softly.

“Eh, it’s fine, I can survive without you for most of the day. I just require like- 5 hugs per day.”

Poppy giggles, sitting up and tackling Barb, wrapping her arms around her.

“HAH! There’s number 3!!!”

Barbs face turned red, she laughed again her face now redder than the burning flames of a fireplace. Poppy noticed this, she tilted her head slightly.

Poppy, despite being busy, was a very devoted person to her friends. She had time for everyone, and everything, you could ask her to do a 4 hour long task during work hours and she’d find the time to do it for you. But most of her time was spent around two people, her boyfriend Branch, and her best friend…Barb. Barb was such a spunky woman, her personality was off the rocker and she was honestly so fun to be around, Poppy never wanted to leave her side half the time they were together, and her favorite times were when Branch, her, and Barb were all together, those were her happiest moments. Recently, poppy had been spending a lot of time with Barb, since Branch was busy catching up with his brothers, it was just the two of them most of the time, and the more that Poppy was around Barb….the more she started to notice little details about her. She always melted into hugs, she wasn’t really that snuggly, but when Poppy or Branch snuggled up to her she would cling right onto them, she always got a bit red when the two were around her…and most of all, the way Barb looked at her.

Barb looked up into Poppy’s eyes, tilting her head as well and chuckling.

“You okay there, princess?”

Poppy shook herself out of her trance, smiling and tackling Barb down into another hug, laying back on the bed with Barbs head on her chest, she melted into her like always, smiling and taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinkin.”

Barb closed her eyes, her arms wrapping tightly around Poppy’s waist. Poppy gently ran her hands through Barbs bright red hair, it was soft and silky, and it shined like fire in the light.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

Barb opened her eyes, looking up at Poppy with a smile. Poppy loved Barbs smile, it was one of the best things about her, it was crooked and toothy- and the most charming damn thing she’d ever seen, it reminded her of Branch’s smile.

“You and Branch, like always.”

Poppy giggled, ruffling Barbs hair. Barb grumbled playfully, turning over and pulling Poppy into an even tighter hug.

“I haven’t seen Branch in a while. Does he come home today?”

Poppy nods.

“Yeah, I hope so. I miss him.”

Barb sits up, smiling down at poppy and stretching.

“I miss him too. Let’s just hope he doesn’t bring his brothers around- cause I am not up for having like- 50 people in my house.”

Poppy giggles, laying her head down on Barbs lap. And there was that look again. Barbs gaze softened, her eyes half lidded, a spark firing deep within her pretty reds. Poppy adored it…it made her feel so special the way Barb looked at her, like she was the only woman in the entire world.

“Nah, I think it’ll just be me, you, and Branch. We could scrap book together!!!”

Poppy smiles widely, both hers and Barbs faces a bright red.

“Ah- scrap booking? Really?”

Poppy scoffs playfully.

“Yes really, you know you love it.”

Barb rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Uh huh. Sureeeeee. Yeah fine, we can scrap book.”

Poppy squeals.

“YAYY!!!!”

She sits up, wrapping her arms around Barb and tackling her back onto the bed, laying down with her and closing her eyes.

“I love…-“

Poppy paused mid sentence, opening her eyes and looking up at Barb, that same look still in her eyes.

“H…hanging out with you.”

Barb smiled, sighing softly and looking up at the ceiling.

“I love hanging out with you too. I swear you and Branch are the only reason I’m even still in Trollstopia. I would’ve moved if I didn’t have you.”

Poppy gently plays with Barbs hair again, giggling.

“I’m happy you stayed.”

Minuets later, there’s a knock on the door, and Poppy immediately jumps up to go get it, swinging open the door and gasping as she saw who it was. Branch came rushing into the room, picking Poppy up and giggling.

“There’s my two favorite girls!!!!”

Branch threw poppy down onto Barbs bed, hopping up and giving Barb a big hug too. Barb giggled, her face flushing as Branch snuggled up to both her and Poppy.

“Oh you’re back Branch we missed you!!! Me and Barb were talking about scrap booking!”

Branch playfully rolls his eyes, just like Barb did.

“Really? Scrap booking?”

Poppy scoffs.

“You two are no fun!!! I’ll go get the supplies from my house. I’ll be right back!!!”

Branch leans in to Barb, whispering.

“Watch, she’s gonna take like a full fuckin hour.”

Poppy snaps back around and looks at Branch.

“LANGUAGE!!!”

Barb and Branch both laugh as Poppy closes the door and leaves. Branch sighs, wrapping an arm around Barb. Barb smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and fidgeting with her leather jacket.

“So, anything new since I’ve been gone?”

Branch gently started playing with Barbs hair- that was one of the many things him and Poppy had in common, they liked playing with Barbs hair.

“Ah, not much. Poppy’s been busy with ruling, and I’ve just been kinda stuck here all alone until she gets done for the day.”

Branch frowns a bit, huffing.

“You could’ve told me, I would’ve come back sooner.”

Barb shakes her head.

“Nah, you were busy with your brothers. I can handle being alone…I was for most of my life anyway.”

Branch sighs, hugging Barb close.

“Well you don’t have to be alone now, you have me and Poppy. And we’ll never leave your side.”

As Branch said this, Poppy came back in the house, hopping up on the bed and snuggling right up to Barb and Branch.

“That’s right! We’re gonna be here forever and you’re gonna have to just deal with it!”

Barb smiled at Branch and Poppy, looking between the two of them.

“Ah- you guys are gonna make me blush.”

Branch chuckles, laying back on the bed and letting his head hang off the end of it.

“But you’re cute when you blush.”

Poppy nods.

“Very. I agree. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!!!! ITS SCRAP BOOKING TIME!!!”

Barb didn’t even have time to process what the two had said to her before she was dragged into the downstairs part of her house by Poppy, Branch following closely behind. Barb sat down on her couch as Poppy sat on the floor, getting out all her art supplies and clapping happily. Branch sat down next to Barb, putting his arm around her and yawning.

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

The next couple hours were filled with constant laughter and talking between the three, like always, it was the most fun they’d each had in a while, just making little paper cut outs, pouring glitter everywhere, listening to music and watching movies, it was great. By the end of the day, they were all 3 warn out, it was dark out and they’d been loud and crazy to their hearts content. Poppy sat on the couch next to Barb, leaning against her and groaning.

“Ughhhh- can’t we just spent the night? I don’t feel like going back home.”

Branch nods in agreement.

“Yeah neither do I.”

Barb chuckles.

“Yeah, no shit you can stay. Have I ever said no?”

Poppy yawns sleepily.

“Watch your-…language…”

She grabs a blanket, not even bothering to grab a pillow, just falling asleep on Barb, all snuggled up in her blanket. Barb sighed, chuckling as Branch sat behind her, covering the both of them with a blanket, Barb sighed, laying back against him and looking up at him. Branch smiled down at her, then he smiled down at Poppy, chuckling.

“She’s out like a light.”

Barb laughs.

“Yeah she is.”

Barb gently plays with Poppy’s hair, smiling as she laid against her, sleeping peacefully. Barb sighed, looking off into the distance for a second before speaking again.

“Branch? Do you guys ever feel like…I’m bothering you….? Like I’m intruding on your relationship…? I’m like- literally fuckin laying in between you two right now.”

Branch chuckles, shaking his head as he turned down the volume of the tv.

“Of course we don’t. Me and Poppy chose to have you around, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Honestly, you make our relationship complete, without you it feels like it’s missing a piece.”

Barb blushed at the remark, fidgeting with Poppy’s hair.

“Does Poppy feel that way too?”

Branch nods.

“Oh absolutely! She loves you. Anytime us two are alone together one of us always brings you up, and that’s why we’re always around you, Poppy needs you just as much as I do.”

Barb paused, the room was silent for a moment as she thought to herself.

“Branch…do you…ever think…- maybe….”

Barb paused again, looking nervous. She shook her head and sighed.

“Never mind. Night, Branch.”

Barb laid back, closing her eyes and snuggling against the two. Branch chuckled, patting her on the shoulder and laying back as well.

“Goodnight, Barb.”

Barb was the last one awake in the morning, she felt the slow rise and fall of Branch’s chest against her head, and the vibration of Poppy’s voice against her ribs. She opened her eyes, smiling down at Poppy, who immediately smiled back at her and hugged her.

“Barb!!! Sorry if we woke you-“

Barb shook her head, sighing and looking up at Branch.

“Nah, you didn’t.”

Branch sat up, helping Barb sit up as well as he walked to the kitchen and started making all of them coffee. Poppy leaned against Barb, sighing.

“Branch told me that last night you were asking if you bothered us. And you don’t!!! You really don’t. We love having you around!!! To be honest we hate “alone time” cause we like it better here with you.”

Barb giggled, nudging Poppy playfully.

“Branch, were you talkin shit last night?”

Branch walked back in with coffee, handing Barb her cup.

“So much shit.”

Poppy gasped.

“Language!!! Thank you for the coffee, sweetie~”

Poppy took her cup from Branch, taking a sip and sighing. Barb stayed quiet as Branch and Poppy spoke to each other, she thought to herself for a bit…she didn’t feel whole without Poppy and Branch with her either, she felt like she needed them as well, she felt…like she was part of their relationship in some way. She shook herself out of it, finishing her coffee and walking to the kitchen to put her cup away. Who would ever love her like that? She was a crazy, off the walls, angry, terrible person- who didn’t deserve love, that’s all she could think about, and that’s all she thought of herself. Poppy looked over to the kitchen, seeing Barb just looking down at the counter as she fidgeted with her cup. Poppy stood up, walking up behind Barb and wrapping her arms around her waist, laying her head on her shoulder.

“I know that face. What are you upset about???”

Barb shook her head, sighing and rubbing her forehead.

“It’s nothing.”

Branch scoffed, standing up and leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

“Don’t say it’s nothing. We know you, it’s clearly not nothing when you act like this.”

Barb groaned.

“That’s just the thing. You guys know me, but…you know me too well! You shouldn’t be- hanging out with me like this- you should hate me! You both know what I did…you both know how I am and get you still chose to stay….why??? Because I said sorry once? Because I had a change of heart? You shouldn’t just- forgive me right away-“

Barb put her head in her hands, sighing softly.

“I don’t deserve what you guys give me…- and I never will.”

Branch and Poppy looked at each other, both pulling Barb into a big hug. Poppy cupped Barbs face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Barb. You deserve all of what you get from us, and more. You are a sweet, loving, adorable woman and i love the way you are! I don’t care about what you did in the past- you’ve clearly changed.”

Barb placed her hands over Poppy’s hands, looking at her the same way as always.

“But…I…I just worry that…I’m a burden to you.”

Branch shakes his head.

“You are not a burden. We promise.”

But a promise wasn’t enough for Barb, she gave the two of them a soft, and clearly fake smile, before sitting up on the countertop and huffing. Poppy burrowed her head into Barbs stomach, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist, Branch just sighed and hugged the both of them, looking up at Barb.

“Cmon, you believe us right?”

Barb shrugs.

“I don’t know….it’s…- hard to. I’ve had people lie about that stuff in the past- and with you two…- I…”

Barb sighs softly.

“It would hurt worse if you two were lying.”

Branch grumbles, rolling his eyes and picking Barb up from off the counter, slinging her over his shoulder. He took her upstairs, Poppy following closely behind, Branch plopped Barb right down onto her bed, grabbing her desk chair and sitting down across from her, Poppy staying standing.

“Alright Barb. Talk. Somethings up with you. I came home, we all had some fun, and now you’re suddenly upset, and I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

Barbs face turned red, she didn’t know what to say, and she was so focused on Branch that she didn’t even notice Poppy opening her notebook.

“Ah- it’s- it’s nothing, you know me, I’m always down about something.”

Poppy suddenly spoke up.

“Oh…Barb…”

Barbs heart dropped down into her stomach when she saw what Poppy was holding- she was in some deep shit now. Branch looked over Poppy’s shoulder, his gaze softening as he smiled, looking up at Barb, who was now face down in a pillow, seeming to be preparing for the worst.

“Barb, why didn’t you tell me and Poppy?”

Barb lifted her head.

“Hah??? Tell you what??? You must be seeing things!!!! There’s nothing in that no-“

Before Barb could finish her sentence, she was smothered in a big Poppy hug, her shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath, hugging her back.

“Sorry….”

Poppy lifted her head.

“Sorry for what?? There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

Branch nods, sitting up on the bed with the two.

“Poppy is right. But why didn’t you tell us sooner…?”

Barb shrugged, she had an answer, she didn’t think she deserved to be in a relationship, especially not with two amazing people like Poppy and Branch, but they didn’t need to hear that, they probably already knew.

“I…I guess I was just nervous.”

Poppy looked at Branch, and Branch back to Poppy, the both of them smiled and nodded, looking back at Barb and taking her hands.

“There’s no need to be.”

Poppy hummed in her sweet and soft tone.

“Because- we love you like that too.”

Barb sat dumbfounded in the lower floor of her house, staring dead forward at her blank tv screen. 2 weeks. That’s how long she’d been in a relationship with Poppy and Branch, it hadn’t hit her until just then, her heart sank deep into her chest, but before she could think about anything more, she was tackled and immediately smooched on the cheek.

“BARBBBB!!!!! Hiiii!!!! I missedddd youuuu!!!”

Barb giggled, kissing Poppy back and sighing.

“You went upstairs for 10 minutes, Poppy.”

Poppy sighs, sitting up and looking down at Barb.

“That’s too long without you.”

Barb sat up as well, only to be pulled into another kiss by Poppy, Barb melted into her, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Poppy giggled as she broke the kiss, holding tightly onto Barbs hands.

“Gosh, you’re such a good kisser~”

Barb turned bright red at the remark, chuckling and tucking Poppy’s hair behind her ear.

“Ah- I’m not that good.”

Branch came up from behind Barb, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her.

“Nah, you are. Don’t downplay yourself.”

Barb hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Oh stop it-“

Poppy giggled, pulling Barb into another hug.

“Nooooo~”

Poppy, Branch, and Barb all sat on the couch together, snuggling closely. Barb stared off into space again as the other two spoke amongst themselves. She couldn’t help herself, she was deeper in thought then she usually was, she wasn’t paying attention to anything except for the voice in her own head. Poppy looked up at Barb, running a hand through her hair and trying to catch her attention, kissing her cheek, cupping her face, everything she could- but Barb was too deep in her own head. Branch sighed softly, just leaning his head against Barb, and waiting until Poppy was asleep around an hour later to pull Barb aside. He gently helped Barb off the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking out onto the back porch with her, and as soon as they got outside, Barb broke down into tears. Branch took her hand, his heart broke seeing one of the people he loved most in the world break down like this, he just held her in his arms, hugging her closely as she cried, he didn’t even need to ask her what has wrong, she started talking all on her own.

“Branch- I- I don’t deserve you, or Poppy…I’m a horrible fucking person. I’m loud- I’m heartless, I’m too closed off to say anything about it- I…I’m the opposite of you guys.”

Branch paused as he listened to Barb speak, he gently sat down with her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead.

“Actually…Barb, you’re exactly like how I was once…”

Barb looked up into Branches eyes, seeming surprised. Branch just nodded.

“Yeah, I know- hard to believe- but…I was closed off once too, I was scared, I was isolated, and to be honest…I was kind of an asshole. I didn’t think I deserved love either, but Poppy helped me see differently, she helped me realize and understand that no matter what…everyone deserves a little bit of happiness. And especially you do, Barb. You’re the second sweetest girl I know, and I love you.”

Barb smiled, tilting her head slightly and giggling through the muffled sound of her tears.

“Second?”

Branch shrugged.

“No one can be as sweet as Poppy.”

Barb laughed and leaned into Branch, closing her eyes and sighing, maybe she did deserve love, maybe this was her second chance…and maybe, just maybe- she could finally be happy once again.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Music to My Ears

Jake Kiszka X fem reader

18+ only Minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, choking if you squint, brief talk about an emotionally abusive ex, dirty talk, use of toys,

Here you were again, your smoking hot boyfriend on top of you, sucking and biting at your neck as his hand slid under your shirt. You were in a t-shirt and panties, and him in just his boxers. You'd be enjoying yourself more if you weren't so in your head. Every time anything sexual happened between the two of you, most of your energy went to trying to stay quiet. It wasn't Jake's fault, god knows that man made it damn near impossible to stay quiet. It was your awful ex, who had made fun of the way you sounded during sex. It was like his words had been branded into your mind, and every time you even wanted to make a noise you heard his cruel words and kept everything in. You sighed heavily as Jake ran his tongue over your jaw,

"Baby" He pulled away and looked at you, concern laced his tone and he looked a little sad, "Am I doing something wrong?" The words broke your heart,

"No, Jake" You caressed his face, "Of course not, I told you it-"

"I know, I know" He replied softly, not a hint of frustration in his voice, "And I try not to bring it up, but I just..." His words trailed off. "You know I'd never make fun of you"

"I know, it's just" You shook your head, looking away from him "I don't know how to explain it, I know you would never make fun of me, but my brain has this stupid way of convincing me you might" He nodded, looking a little wounded as he considered your words. It was silent for a few moments, Jake rubbed his thumb in circles over your hip as he thought.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything" You replied as you tugged him a little closer,

"I don't want you to get mad, or embarrassed" Hie eyes looked to yours and suddenly you were nervous. You gave him a wary look and he took a deep breath before speaking, "A few weeks ago, you had asked me to come over for a movie night, and I don't know if you forgot or-"

Your mind started racing as you tried to put the pieces together, what day had that been, what had happened, and then it hit you. You had gotten off and fallen asleep, only to be woken up by Jake knocking on your door an hour or so later.

"Oh my god" You felt color rise to your cheeks and then you were covering your face and shrinking into the mattress,

"Hey, hey" He said softly, gently taking your hands into his "Let me finish, ok?" You nodded and he spoke again, "I used my key to get in and started looking for you. I got to the corner in the hallway, and frozen when I heard you..." He closed his eyes and a low growl came from his chest as his forehead fell down to your chest, "I only stood there for a second before I left, but jesus...I nearly came in my fucking pants just hearing you"

"Wait, really?" You asked, wondering if maybe you had heard him wrong.

"Yes really," He started kissing your body again as he spoke, "I've replayed those sounds in my head every time I've touched myself since" This had your heart racing, "I want to hear them again so bad kitten" his fingertips dug into your hip as he rutted his hips against yours. You thought back to that night, when you had been woken up by Jake knocking on your door, and how he had practically jumped your bones.

"I just, its different when you're here than when I'm by myself" You admitted. He paused his movements, the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with a solution.

"Can we try something?" He asked as he sat back on his knees, you nodded hesitantly. He got up and walked over to your dresser, grabbing one of the scarfs you regularly wore in your hair. "I'm gonna put this on your eyes, is that ok?"

"Kinky" You teased, trying to break some of the nervous energy in the room. Jake huffed a laugh and secured it around your eyes when you gave him the go ahead.

"Now, will you touch yourself? Pretend like I'm not even here" he whispered with a chaste kiss to your cheek,

You hesitated for a moment, thinking it through. This was nothing he hadn't seen before, he'd watched you touch yourself plenty of times, granted it was usually when he was fucking you. This felt much more vulnerable, but you decided to oblige, to at least try for him.

"Can I use my vibe?" you asked

"Of course silly, you don't even have to ask," You heard the nightstand drawer open and close and then the mini wand was in your hand. It wasn't one of those super expensive fancy ones, but it did the job and had just as much power in your opinion. Wordlessly you reached down and worked your panties off and tossed them. You took a deep breath and tried to clear your mind. It was just you, like normal, just. you.

You clicked the button on the vibe, keeping it on the lowest setting to start. You relaxed a little more, letting your legs fall apart as you rested the vibe on your clit. You started picturing some of your favorite things, like the way Jake looked with his cock in his hand, looking down his nose at you when you'd get on your knees for him. The way his brows furrowed when he was about to cum, the way his eyes would roll back every time he had his face between your legs. In the distance you could hear him breathing heavier, but you focused on yourself, and chasing that high you were already starting to feel. You clicked the button again, raising the vibrations to the next level. A small whimper passed your lips, and when you realized it you snapped your mouth shut. Listening, waiting for a comment, a dig at you, but nothing happened. The only noise that filled the room was the subtle sound of Jake breathing. You almost jumped when you felt the softest touch against your arm, it felt like the back of his knuckles softly brushing up and down the arm you had draped over your stomach. You knew this was his way of telling you to keep going, that he was there, and he heard you and he wanted you to keep going. You relaxed again, goosebumps dancing over your skin as you turned up the vibrations once more. Jakes touch was feather light, just enough to put your senses on edge, making you feel everything more intensely. You imagined the way he looked right now, was he touching himself too? The thought of that along with the strong vibrations against your clit forced a moan from your chest. You felt Jakes hand move further down your arm, taking it gently and lifting it from your stomach. He took your hand in his and then placed it around his cock. You gasped as you realized just how hard he was,

"Yeah," He rasped as you slightly tightened your grip, "Feel how fucking hard I am? All from those pretty noises you're making" You stroked him a few times, taking in his words, that your voice alone had this effect on him. Your hips bucked up slightly and then you felt his fingers nudge against your grip on the vibe, "Can I?" You didn't voice an answer, but simply let his hand take the place of yours. Then you felt the mattress move, and when you realized he was moving away from his spot next to you you swiped your thumb over his tip, gathering the precum and bringing your thumb up to your mouth. He groaned, telling you he had witnessed your actions. You felt the mattress dip telling you he was positioning himself between your legs. At first, he didn't touch you at all, the only thing you could feel was the vibe he held against your throbbing clit. The more relaxed you became, the more noises that slipped out of you, the more Jake touched you. First it was his nose brushing against the inside of your thigh. Then his nose was replaced with little kisses and nibbles. Before you knew it you were squirming beneath him, desperate for your orgasm,

"More" you whined out, blindly reaching down for him. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm and then guiding it so that it was caressing his cheek.

"I'll give you more y/n, gonna make you cum all over my fingers" You felt the vibe go up another level, and then his fingers were nudging at your entrance, "Fuck, you're already dripping" your moans mixed together as he pressed two fingers into you. As he started to expertly curl his fingers you felt your end quickly approaching, your moans got louder and louder, "Thats it, purr for me kitten, let me hear how good you feel" and just like that, the burning coil in your stomach snapped, your eyes rolling back as you came around his skilled fingers. You felt the vibe leave you along with his fingers, heard the sound of him licking them clean. "Thats my good girl, cumming so pretty and sweet for me," You had felt the gush of wetness between your legs, and knew he wouldn't be able to resist, but you still weren't quite ready when he abruptly looped his arms under your thighs and pulled your heat up to his ravenous mouth. He lapped away at you, running his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, collecting your release and not wanting to waste a single drop. You writhed beneath him, tangling your hands in his hair as his tongue still worked away at you, nudging your swollen clit and making you hungry for more,

"Fuck, Jake.." You whined, clamping your legs on the sides of his face. He growled against you, pulling your legs back apart as he lifted his head,

"Goddamn, say that again" He groaned before continuing the assault with his tongue,

"Jake.." You whined again, bucking your hips up against his mouth

"Hearing that makes my cock absolutely ache for you" his voice had dropped an octave and was filled with lust as he released your legs and climbed over you, his hand moving under your shirt. "Can we take this off?" You nodded and he removed your shirt carefully, making sure to leave the blindfold in place. You reached out for him, wanting as much contact as you could get, one hand finding a place on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. He was kissing his way up your stomach, taking his time, savoring every little sigh and whimper that he elicited. He kissed across your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue as your arched into him. He hummed against your skin and removed his mouth with a pop. His hand moved to your jaw, tilting it to give him the access he needed to place hot open mouthed kisses onto your neck. You reached between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his length, coaxing him towards your entrance, "Y/n" He sighed, his breath fanning against your neck as he grabbed your thigh and hitched your leg over his hip, "I want it so fucking bad, let me fuck some more of those deliciously filthy sounds out of you" his lips brushed against your neck with every word,

"I want it too, I need it" You managed between your ragged breaths. With your hand still lining him up he slowly pressed into you. You felt him shudder as he reached the hilt, his body still draped over yours as he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth. He kept his face buried against the crook of your neck as he fucked you slow and deep, your moans tangling together and filling the room. You grasped at his back and hip, "Harder Jake, please.."

"Again, say-say it again" He stumbled over his words as he thrusted harder, almost moving you up the bed with the force

"Jake-" His name was a strangled cry as each slam of his hips drug you closer to your second high

"Cum for me, god I'm so close-" He sped up his hips, chasing his high along with yours, "Cum for me, let me have it" The desperate tone of his voice had your orgasm crashing into you. Your nails raked down his back and hip and his name effortlessly rolled off your tongue over and over as he fucked you through it, hissing through his teeth and then groaning as he came with you. The two of you stayed there, chests heaving as you caught your breath. When you had both slowed your breathing you felt Jake lift his head from your shoulder and remove himself from you. He stayed over you as he kissed your jaw softly, then your cheek, and then your lips. The kiss deepened just a little as his hand caressed your cheek, slowly sliding the blindfold up and off with his thumb. When he removed his lips from yours you slowly opened your eyes. You were welcomed with a lazy grin and an absolutely fucked out Jake.

"There she is," he cooed, kissing you on the nose as you smoothed down his wild hair, "How do you feel baby?"

Your eyes danced over his face, landing on his beautiful brown eyes, and you felt your heart swell as you thought about how lucky you were. This man had found a way to help you feel comfortable and confident again.

"Like I'm madly in love with you" You replied as you flipped the two of you over, attacking his face with kisses

"Is that so?" He giggled, a beaming smile on his face as you pulled away and looked at him. You nodded and he leaned up and kissed your forehead, "I love you too."

"How do you feel?" You asked teasingly, poking at his chest,

"Like I could listen to you moan my name for the rest of my life" That sweet smile had turned into a cheeky smirk as his hands traveled down your back and gave your ass a squeeze.

"Yeah?" you bit your lip as you waited for his answer,

"Absolutely, it's like music to my ears baby" he replied, his hands on your ass pressing your hips down into his. You rose your brows in surprise as you felt him already growing hard again,

"Babe" You giggled as he started to subtly rut against you,

"Hmm?" He asked feigning innocence

"Again?" you questioned as you moved to straddle his lap,

"Please?" He licked over his bottom lip, hands firmly on your hips.

"How can I deny you?" You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, using this opportunity to grab the discarded piece of material, "But this time, its your turn" You held it up and he grinned. He lifted his head as you secured it around his eyes,

"Do your worst baby."

[kurominiiiz]

SERIES: "Bomb's Away!" - A Helluva High (Chapter 1)

Prologue

Masterlist

A/n: Lmk ur thoughts!! Tags added to reach other people!!

Tokyo Jujutsu High had always been a place buzzing with energy. Sorcerers of all levels roamed its halls, either training or preparing for their next mission. But today, there was a different kind of anticipation in the air. The principal’s office was far from the quiet refuge it usually was. Everyone seemed to be on edge, like the building itself was holding its breath.

In the thick of it all, there was a figure that stood out. Her fiery (color) hair, spiked in every direction, defied gravity just as much as her personality defied authority. Cherri Bomb, otherwise known as (Y/n) (L/n) had never been one for rules, a trait that endeared her to some and infuriated others. As she strolled through the gates of the school, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her bomber jacket, she let out a low whistle.

"Not much has changed," she muttered to herself, her Australian accent slicing through the brisk morning air. It was strange being back after all this time. She had deliberately stayed away ever since Hakari’s suspension. It had been her silent protest, her way of saying, 'if you don’t want him, you don’t get me either.' And for the most part, it had worked. No one had bothered her to return, until now.

You had been lounging on a rooftop somewhere, basking in the midday sun, when you received the call. It was short and to the point—one of the higher-ups requesting your presence back at Jujutsu High. They hadn’t even tried to soften it with pleasantries. They knew better than to waste time on you. If they were calling you, it had to be serious.

And serious it was. Rumor had it that Sukuna, the King of Curses, had a vessel. A vessel who was a student. A first-year, no less. You scoffed at the thought as you kicked a loose pebble down the cobblestone pathway. “Of all the rotten luck,” she thought. “A kid? Really?”

You found herself at the principal’s door much faster than you intended. Pausing, you took a deep breath. Your grip tightened on the handle, and for a second, you almost turned away. But then she thought of Hakari and Kirara—your friends, your family. This wasn’t about the school anymore. It was about them. About all of them.

“Ah, Miss (L/n)” Principal Yaga’s deep voice greeted you as you stepped inside. He was sitting behind his massive desk, fingers steepled under his chin. “Thank you for coming.”

You let the door swing shut behind you. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m only 'ere ‘cause you said it was urgent.” You flopped down into the chair across from him, your legs kicking up onto his desk with casual disrespect.

Yaga’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the twitch in his eye. You smirked. You had missed getting under his skin. “I wouldn’t have called if it weren’t necessary. You’ve heard about the situation with Sukuna?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who hasn’t? The whole place is buzzing wit' it. Ya think I’m gonna be of any use 'ere?”

“We think you’ll be of particular use, yes.” Yaga’s tone was calm, controlled. It was almost infuriating how little he let on. “You have a knack for handling the unpredictable. And this vessel, Itadori Yuji, he’s as unpredictable as they come.”

There was a pause as you considered this. You could handle unpredictable—hell, you thrived on it. But this was different. “Ya know I’m not exactly in the teaching mood these days, right?”

“I’m not asking you to teach,” Yaga said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “I’m asking you to protect.”

Your feet dropped from the desk as you leaned forward, your interest piqued. “Protect? A first-year? From what?”

“From himself. And from everyone else who sees him as a threat.”

You sighed, your playful demeanor falling away. “Why me? Ya got plenty of other sorcerers who’d be more than happy ta babysit the new kid.”

Yaga leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. “Because, (Y/n), you’re not like the other sorcerers. You don’t see things in black and white. And right now, we need someone who can see all the shades of grey. Someone who can make the hard calls, who can act when others might hesitate.”

You laughed, a short, sharp sound. “Is that a compliment?”

Yaga’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Take it however you like. All I know is that we need you back. Whether you like it or not, this school needs you back.”

There it was. The guilt trip. You felt it sink into your chest, the weight of responsibility you’d been avoiding for so long. Your ran a hand through her wild hair, exhaling slowly. “Alright, alright, I’ll bite. But on one condition.”

Yaga raised an eyebrow. “And that is?”

“You let Hakari back in. No more suspensions. No more bullshit. You let him come back, and I’ll do what you’re asking.”

Yaga considered this for a moment, then sighed. "You know we can't do that, but I will consider it."

You stood up, feeling the familiar thrill of s challenge rising within you. "Close enough. Where's this vessel of yers? I wanna see what the fuss is about!"

Yaga rose as well, walking around his desk. “He’s in training right now, but I’ll take you to him. And (Y/n)” he added, as they stepped out into the hallway, “thank you.”

You shrugged, hands slipping back into your jacket pockets. “Don’t thank me yet. Let’s see if this kid’s worth all the trouble first.”

As they walked through the halls, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of nostalgia. Despite everything, this place was still home. And maybe, just maybe, it was time you came back for good.

The corridors of Tokyo Jujutsu High felt oddly familiar yet distant, like a place in a dream you couldn't quite remember. You glanced around, catching snippets of hushed conversations among students as you and Principal Yaga walked past. They were curious, cautious, maybe even a little afraid—news of Sukuna’s vessel had spread like wildfire. Whispers followed them, and you could feel the weight of their gazes. You loved it.

“Third-year’s back,” someone muttered. “(Y/n) (L/n)… Did you hear what she did last year?”

“Yeah, didn’t she blow up half a city block to take out that curse?” another voice chimed in.

You smirked, your steps swaggering with each comment. "Glad to see my reputation precedes me," you thought.

Yaga’s pace was steady, and his silence meant business. He you through the familiar hallways until you reached the outdoor training grounds, where several first-year students were sparring under the watchful eyes of their seniors. Your gaze swept over the field, instantly landing on the one kid who didn’t quite fit.

Yuji Itadori.

You didn’t need a detailed description to spot him. For one, he was noticeably stronger than the rest of his classmates—a kid built like a tank with a head of bright pink hair, not unlike your own. His movements were precise, his strikes powerful, but there was an awkwardness to him, a hesitance that spoke of inexperience.

But more than that, there was something else. An energy radiated from him, something darker and more ancient than his youth should allow. Your senses tingled. You recognized it for what it was: Sukuna’s presence. It lurked beneath the surface, simmering just below Yuji’s easy grin and intense focus.

“That’s him, huh?” you said, more to yourself than Yaga. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yaga replied, his eyes also fixed on the boy. “But you already know that.”

You nodded. You watched as Yuji dodged a punch from another student, then retaliated with a quick, calculated jab that sent his opponent sprawling to the ground. “Kid’s got spirit, I’ll give him that,” you mused.

As the training session wrapped up, Yaga signaled for Yuji to come over. The boy jogged toward them, a bright smile on his face, seemingly oblivious to the tension that surrounded him. Your eyes narrowed, studying his every move. You'd seen too many sorcerers fall victim to their own ignorance. Being Sukuna’s vessel wasn’t just a death sentence—it was a walking disaster waiting to happen.

“Principal Yaga!” Yuji greeted, his tone friendly. He gave you a curious glance, his head tilting slightly to the side. “And you are…?”

“(Y/n) (L/n),” you said flatly, crossing your arms. “Third-year. And I’m here to babysit yer ass.”

Yuji blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you, (L/n). Babysit me? What’s that about?”

“Principal’s orders,” you replied, nodding toward Yaga. “Apparently, you’re too precious to let out of sight. Or too dangerous. Maybe both.”

Yuji laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, with Sukuna and all…” His smile faltered a bit, the weight of his situation seeping into his expression.

Your gaze softened—just a fraction, not enough for anyone to notice unless they were looking for it. “Listen, kid,” you began, stepping closer, “I don’t care about your little situation with Sukuna. What I care about is keeping the rest of these idiots,” you waved a hand at the students milling around the field, “safe from whatever crap you’re dragging in.”

Yuji’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw something in them—determination, maybe even defiance. “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” he said quietly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to control him. To protect everyone.”

You snorted, but there was a hint of approval in your tone. “Yeah, well, let’s hope that conviction lasts when things get ugly. ‘Cause they will. Yer a walkin' time bomb, and I’m the only one here crazy enough to stick around when you go off.”

Yuji’s smile returned, albeit a bit more subdued. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You shook your head, but there was a glint of amusement in your eyes. “Take it however ya want, kid. Just don’t get us all killed, alright?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yaga interrupted, a note of authority in his voice. “(Y/n), you’ll be overseeing Yuji’s training from now on. Make sure he’s prepared for what’s coming. No more, no less.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want me handling this? I’m not exactly known for my… subtlety.”

“Precisely,” Yaga replied. “You have a way of getting results. And right now, that’s what we need. Results.”

You nodded, turning your attention back to Yuji. “Fine. But I’m not going easy on you, got it?”

Yuji grinned, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As they left the training grounds, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being drawn into something much bigger than yourself. Sukuna’s vessel, Hakari’s suspension, your sudden return to the school—it all felt connected somehow, like pieces of a puzzle you were only beginning to understand.

But one thing was clear: you ware in this now, for better or worse. And if it meant protecting your friends and keeping this kid from becoming a walking disaster, then so be it.

“Alright, Itadori,” you called over your shoulder as you both walked back into the school, “first rule of survival: always expect the unexpected.”

Yuji jogged to catch up with you, his expression one of eager curiosity. “And the second rule?”

You smirked. “Stay out of my way, and you might just live to see another day.”

The challenge in your voice was unmistakable, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a spark of excitement ignite in yout chest. This was going to be interesting.

[nin-jay-go]

YAYYYYYYY DRAGONS RISING S2P2 LIVEBLOGGGG >:DDD

oh we're just starting off in the administration huh

sora?????? and arin??????? breaking in?????

look at themmmm being ninja ;w;

jay's missing???????? hello????????????????

is the master jay. that'd be so funny

"i can't believe she wasn't waving her designated vapor-dispelling papers"

dragons descending

nokt's voice is cool

OH..... SHE'S DEAD.....

AN EVEN BABIER DRAGON OH MY GOODNESS

oh hi rapton good to know you've gone freelance

HE'S AN MLP FAN JHSGFCDKJHASKJSGF wait. this is confirming unicorns exist. MY QIRINS CAN BE REAL

oh shit a source dragon died? yiiiikes

TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT

EUPHRASIAAAAA FLYINGGGGGGGG SHES FLYING YAAAAAAAAAAA

wyldfyre.... girlie.............

KAIII

oh god they are so bad at stealth

YEAAAA ELEMENTAL MASTER OF PIEEEEEE >:D

zane so busy all the time

HE CAN FLYYYYYYYY LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

jay out here destroying source dragons for fun not clickbait

STEWJITZU...

oh is geo not here? friend: he's staying home to look after the kids

THE SPREADSHEET GUY... ELEMENTAL MASTER OF SPREADSHEETS

MISTRESS OBSCURIA........ HELLO??? GOTH WOMAN???? GOT WOMAN FOR ME????????

THE FUCKING ROCK GUY IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER????? WHAT IS HIS DEAL

can't they just like. provide proof that they got a mission from the source dragons?????

elemental master of ceremonies!

he's a little bit cringe

AWWW BABY ARINNNNN ;w;w;w;

frak ;w;w;w; youre so cute

AND THE BALL DROPS. they finally used the same element as one of my ocs 😔 sorry teri but ig you have an actual canon one now

very interesting that roby's outfit is the same colors as chen's coat

TOURNAMENT OF ELEMENTS TWOOOOO

jay wins it, calling it now

ohhhhhhhh zantans is the new nature master!

JORDANA

O_O UH OH.

DEMONS????? DAVONIANS.........

OMG!!!! ONE OF THE MASTERS IS A WHEELCHAIR USER!!!!!!

omg he's bilingual

OHHHH ZEATRIX

shockwave.............

HELLO????? WHO ARE YOU??????????

really enjoying the fight choreography

ohhhh it was a droid

amongus.........

JAY?????

THEY GOT RID OF HIS SQUEAK LETS FUCKING GO

paws :3 he's a kitty kitty

if frak's master is jay i'm gonna scream. i miss him

sighs. 13 year olds.

oh hey geo did come! nice

GAYS :D

friend: cole your mom had a gundham! me: she has two!

OH MY GOD WAS THAT PERSON JUST SEEN WITH A SEEING-EYE CANE????? SCREAMS

frak :( come onnnnn

O_O guy on throne.....

master of reflex??? zur?????

that was. fast

elemental transition? 🏳️‍⚧️

she's well-hydrated!

oh god she's fighting JAY OH THERE HE FUCKING IS

SCREAMS AND WAILS

AUUUGHHHHHHH

AUGHHHHHHHHHHH

oh he just fucking woke up there huh

OH MY FUCKING GOD HES PUTTING THE MASK ON

OAHOAUHWUIAWGDUAKAGUKHGJAKDJH

and i will always hate you

WHAT IF I SCREAMED AND YELLED

oh the throne person's a woman? love wins

nyaaaa :((((

i dont think jay's been sent away btw. i think he's still around

POCKET SIZED DRAGONS

ohhhh no arin

OHHHH NOOOOOO ARINNNN DONT GET CORRUPTED

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO [excited]

reverse the merge.....

CAUSED BY WU.... HEY ELEMENTAL MASTER OF MANIPULATION YOU WANNA SAY SOMETHING???

arin: lloyd's never gonna believe that his master caused the merge, i can't tell him! us two: he will. he's done worse without meaning to.

noooo euphrasia :((((

TOX!!!! DONT KILL HER JESUS

why does frak sound like robin

ARIN CORRUPTION ARCCCCCC

NINJA THAT FLIRTS WITH DIRT

hi nokt

riggedddddddd

....now i'm thinking about marchosias jay......

THE WUORB

AWWWW THE SIBLINGSSSSSSSS

WE SHARE MORE THAN JUST A FEW SCALES...

HEY KAI? BEHIND YOU GONE?

DETECTED HIGH LEVELS OF CRINGE JKAHGDJSDJFG

HE"S A FUCKING THEATER KID

vr experience slash gift shop....oh arin buddy this is NOT the person to ask about roby

OMG NEURO!!!! AND CHAMILLE OH MY GOD!!!!!

oh so they're retconning lloyd's element as life instead of energy?????? hello??????

oh figment is a GOOD power name

that. is a horrible fix guys

HE'S IN A COMA??????

ZEATRIX GIRL

we took an intermission and chatted about what we think is up with jay. i think that jay being away is a mission for him to gain back ras' trust in taking down the ninja, or he's just being kept in reserve just in case

FRAK I LOVE YOUUUU YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

WIFI......

HEY BLECK WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR NEPHEW SO MUCH

MULTIPLE WUORBS

of course lloyd would know how to use wind....

LILLY MENTION LETS GOOOOOO

POWER OF LOVING YOUR MOTHER

EVIL WOMAN !!!!!!!

OH

JORDANA'S BEING POSSESSED BY THE EVIL WOMAN

wuost....

YAYYYYY IMPERIUM YURI

oh zur's voiced by paul dobson. neat!

SORA YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

oh wait is reflex just the renamed speed element? or are they different

BECOME BEE!

augh poor roby :( doesn't understand that his uncle is EVIL

WHY ARE WE ALL CHEERING FOR NOKT. WRONG.

nooo whattttt? rigged? can't be /s

YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT BLEKT

OH NO NOKT IS FREE

oh

oh those are giant claw arms

OMG NYA AND RIYU

FUCK YOU OLD MAN

JKHSGFKDHSKJDFHKJSD GET HIS ASS RAS

soul yoinked!

i know the truth about this universe.....

RAWR MEANS I LOVE YOU IN DINOSAUR

YAYYYYYYY KAIIIIIII

jay's power went in a WEIRD direction

ARIN WENT WITH HIM... WITH THE HAMMER............

bye wuost

THEY HAVE A NETHER HUB!

DRAGON KNIFE

oh this was fun this was soooo fun

[purplemoonabove]

Rainbow Cocktail, an Angel Dust x Husker/Husk One-Shot

One chapter only

Based off an actual cocktail that looks very cute and refreshing, only it’s more colorfully detailed here than what I was hoping for

Light uses of swearing/cursing

Husk’s POV

…

“Seems about right.”

Golden irises stared without visible interest upon the glass, the colors staring back as an immobile lava lamp. Without breaking the contact, the claws carefully topped with a pink, paper umbrella. Rarely he used them, but for tonight, it was an exception.

Pulling back from how close he gazed, rummaging for a straw was dueled with glancing at the clock.

12:15am.

Working late, his mind confirmed.

Slam!

An ear flick was his only reaction, looking over his counter to the front door. He was given no contact of heterochromia eyes. They were too busy being closed and rubbed by the top fists. Shark teeth gritted and hissed; moans left from the throat without openings. The lower hands rubbed his sides and tailbone. Legs were slow from believed aches, not holding the usual strut even in regular-paced walking. If was drunk, balance would be an added struggle but also welcomed.

Just as expected, much to disappoint.

Valentine was being a bitch.

Again.

The returned pornstar soon plotted on the stool, already bound to be his signature spot, even with his eyes closed. White fur planted at the polished surface, the last groan in a muffle.

Not a change in his expression was done. “Did more shit, kid?”

“You have no idea.”

Not too drunk, he noted. Or, not yet, anyway.

Heterochromia eyes were then opened when the head lifted. The chin rested at the bicep, the connected arm rummaging through the thick hair. Exhausted. Annoyed. Irritated. All spoken before the rant was to begin.

“Hold up for a moment.”

It was, but a pout was given. Confusion mixed with his annoyance.

There, he smirked before turning away.

It’s now or never.

Grabbing the glass, slightly tightening to fight the racing in his chest, he set it upon a coaster to the actor.

Irritation was overshadowed by confusion and awe, eyes using the remaining energy to analyze.

Art wasn’t his strongest, but he had eyes to know how colors can blend nicely. It took him weeks to get the right liquids, not just for color but also for taste. He was a bartender. Last thing he would ever do is come up with a drink where the liquids used shouldn’t be together.

Would bruise his ego if somehow managed to form instant alcohol poisoning.

“What is this?” The voice echoed the eyes’ physical confusion.

“A drink.”

The given deadpan made his smirk extend. “I know that, dumbass. I meant, what is it for? Got a new menu item you want me to try out?”

He shook his head. “Nah.” Like he would do this for anyone else as a repeated request. “Just you. Trying something new.”

The pornstar was quiet. Almost stunned to freeze before pointing at the top, near the umbrella. “Where did you get the ice cream?”

Already the cream was melting into the mixtures, but was no issue now that the drink’s been seen.

“You never put actual sweets before! What’s next, sprinkles? Maybe some chocolate sauce – and not just on the drink~”

Bouncing his eyebrows had the golden eyes roll, the tongue clicking along.

“You gonna try it, or not?” He acted his annoyance since his insides were portraying the opposite.

He didn’t have to wait long. One top hand on the glass and the other’s fingertips on the straw, the drink lowered by two, three inches before a pull-back.

“Holy shit! This is fucking great!”

Husk smirked, masking the heart’s excitement and adding a distraction of wiping clean a small number of washed glasses.

It was over a minute before satisfaction left in a dramatic sigh. The rainbow ombré from the bottom red to the top purple rested in his stomach, while the leftover ice cream was popped and scooped bits at a time by the straw’s end.

Eye contact was then given.

He kept blank, but the pornstar held on; the cream left by the small wrapping of white furred lips, staying on a little longer before releasing. His lips moistened from a lick, his gaze holding a lust as they formed a teasing smirk.

Anyone in Husk’s position would be tempted for a taste straight from his lips – along with the rest of him.

Husk stood in silence.

“Husky~?”

Only an eyebrow raise was the given response.

“This cream is so good but the straw isn’t helping me. Think you can get me something… bigger to work with~?”

Contact between unimpressed and seduction was eventually cut by a spoon, smaller than a teaspoon with a longer base. Perfect to work with the almost empty glass.

A pout almost came before that mischievous grin returned. “Thanks!”

Continuing his glasses was the lack of return to the slurping and soft moans, bouncing off his back’s fur. Done with the last, Husk turned and caught the lingering pull of the last remains before thin fingers dropped the spoon into the glass.

“Mmm~” Angel released, licking his lips a second time. “Gotta say, Husky. This may be your best drink yet. And to make it for little ‘ole me?” Dramatic effect was why those eyes fluttered rapidly. “I’m so flattered. Think you can make me another~?”

The long distance had Husk capture more of Angel’s seduction than before with the glass, zooming himself to take in the necessity of each color blend before getting the ice cream and umbrella. Not being so close gave less of an advantage for Angel to further his actions, even though he stopped long ago. Their relationship got a new change but with an enjoyable comfort.

Enough for Husk to actually smirk back at the seducing than be in disgust.

To walk over, and lean on one elbow.

To take in on Angel’s blink to confusion.

To bring up a hand and grasp his cheek.

To have his thumb wipe away the cream lingering at the lips’ corner.

And to keep contact when sucking it off, releasing with a low pop.

“Next time.”

His mind kept a photograph of Angel’s stunned face, reddening hard that the fur accepted to blend when failing to hide it. Picking up the glass, Husk went towards the sink, his back facing the actor.

Thank someone for the lack of mirrors, or strong reflections in wide viewings.

Otherwise, Angel would see just how equally red Husk was, his heart now drumming to deaf.

…

✨🏳️‍🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🏳️‍🌈✨

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF PRIDE!!

✨🏳️‍🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖🏳️‍🌈✨

[mrssimply]

You shared the kiss prompt list so I get to make requests too, right? riiiight? Cause I would love John and Santino with a combo of #9...in public & #35...to gain something 😈

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET PROMPTS. LOOK AT THAT. 4K WORDS.

Also, you might note this is only "part I." because when I was figuring it out, I got two ideas. Wastly different ideas but I still decided to have them in the same fic, so now there is a part I. and part II.

I also used the opportunity to write an AU from my own fic (and isn't that narcisism at its peak?). It's a "what if" version of my HC.

So here goes Part I.

I put it on AO3 because it's too long for a simple Tumblr post, but here is the start.

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The phone vibrated again on the side table. 

Santino’s hands spasmed against the white linen of the sheets. He hissed as it reawakened the pain in his fingers. His left hand was totally useless, three of the fingers broken under his father’s shoes. It was his dominant hand, of course, he’d done that on purpose. 

Blinking, he tried to focus on the ceiling, but only one of his eyes totally opened, and the room swam in front of his eyes, bringing a fresh wave of nausea. He shut his eyelids again with a shuddering breath, choking on the blooming agony coming from his side as he did so. 

He heard high heels clicking on the sterile floor, the woman stopping by his bedside to take hold of the phone. The vibration stopped. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, pushed back a curl from his forehead.

“How do you feel?” Gianna asked.

Trying to talk proved challenging: his throat was sore, but more than that, it felt like his whole face was a giant bruise. His jaw didn’t feel right, and there was a metallic aftertaste when he swallowed.

Still, he tried to push through, using his right hand to try and sit up. It didn’t work, alarm blaring in his body as wounds and bruises flared over his whole torso and right leg. 

He stopped all efforts with a pitiful whine.

Gianna’s cool hand over his forehead felt like a blessing against his feverish skin.

The phone rang again.

They ignored it.

She helped him drink a few sips of water with a straw, using the bed’s control buttons to help him up just enough so he wouldn’t choke.

“Where…?” he tried to ask. She got it anyway.

“Still in New York, a private clinic. No one knows you’re here. Father wants you back in Naples as soon as you can move.”

Santino wanted to laugh but it came out as a sob. He blinked hard to stop the tears from falling, and it exhausted the little energy he had.

The smartphone buzzed once more.

Both siblings looked at it, at the name flashing on the screen until it stopped.

“He’s not gonna quit,” Santino told her. It hurt to move his lips, and his tongue felt heavy, but he knew he needed to deal with that soon.

Gianna sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose before nodding. She handed him the device, he took it with shaking fingers. 

“You know what you have to do.”

He nodded, letting out a shuddery exhale.

This time, when the phone lit up in his hands, he accepted the call.

“Santino,” John breathed, relief coloring his tone. 

“Hello love,” he replied softly in neapolitan, before letting the silence stretch. 

“Where are you?”

Trust John to know something was wrong from two words. Or maybe it was the fact Santino had been gone for a day now, if he trusted the morning light coming from the window.

“I’m with Gianna,” the younger man replied. John wasn’t fooled.

“Where are you?” he insisted. 

Behind him, Santino could hear the rumble of a car at high speed. John had been on a job for the Tarasovs in another state: a supplier that needed to take a step back and leave his second in command take the reins. When John was involved, taking a step back generally meant six feet underground.

His father must have known, Santino mused distantly, he would’ve waited for the right moment to corner his son alone. It also showed that despite his bravado, D’Antonio Senior was just like the others and feared John Wick.

“My father paid me a visit while you were gone,” Santino explained, feeling his throat close up. “He knows. About us.”

John stayed silent, taking the information.

“Where are you?” he repeated a third time, like the rest didn’t matter. 

When he got like this, there was nothing to do, Santino knew that intimately. He’d experienced it numerous times, from John picking him up from his desk to carry him to bed like he weighed nothing, boxing Santino into corners when the young man got angry, waiting for the rage to pass and passively letting Santino snarl and bite him. When he looked at him as he undressed, the assassin’s complete focus on him, on each patch of revealed skin. Patiently waiting for the permission to come closer and—

“I’m already gone,” Santino replied, voice strained by heartbreak, “don’t come for me.”

He hung up, let the phone slide from his hand and clatter to the ground.

Gianna bent to pick it up, caressed his cheek gently, and left.

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