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skribbyposts · 11 months ago

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ZOSAN AND MECHANICAL BULL SHENANIGANS?! sign me up, yes please.

post inspired by @bidisastersanji 's fantastic prompt, though slightly different since I kept it in the canon verse instead of making it a modern au.

buckle up children, get ready to go bull riding.

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"This is so stupid," Zoro grumbles.

"Can you enjoy anything, for once in your life?" Sanji plucks the cherry from his drink and tosses it into his mouth.

"I can, just not this."

Apparently, watching people get thrown off of a sad excuse for a mechanical bull in some shoddily made ring is supposed to be enjoyable. Zoro has lost count of the number of parties he's been dragged to by his captain, but watching people compete this way for a fucking cowboy hat has to be the least entertaining thing he's ever seen.

"Stop being such a buzzkill. Anyways, it's 'cause these people are fucking terrible," The cook says as he plays with the cherry stem between his teeth. "We had one of these at the Baratie; even Carne could stay on longer than these losers." Sanji downs the rest of his drink, muttering something under his breath.

Flash forward fifteen minutes (and a few drinks), and Zoro is ready to fall asleep. Next to him, Sanji has gotten progressively more vocal about how bad the partygoers are at riding around on the contraption in front of them. The crowd circling the ring has also gotten progressively bigger, squishing them shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Put your goddamn back into it!" The cook cups his hands and shouts to the man up next, who is currently trying to avoid getting rocketed into a wall as the bull violently bucks around. However, the blond's proximity to Zoro also means he shouts right in his ear.

"Do you ever shut up?" Zoro gripes.

"You shut up," Sanji replies, angrily nursing a margarita he stole off a waiter's tray.

"I wasn't even-- I hate you."

About thirty seconds go by before the cook exclaims in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air and almost spilling his drink all over Zoro. "Everyone's fucking incompetent!"

Zoro groans. "Stop complaining like you could do any better, curly-brow."

"I'm offended that you think I couldn't!" Sanji shouts over the cheering of the crowd as another person gets bucked off.

Zoro thinks the cook could last a lot longer than anyone up there, but he doesn't say that -- Sanji's ego is big enough.

"Here, marimo. Hold my drink," Sanji pushes the half-empty glass into Zoro's hands. "Let's make a bet. How long do you think I can stay on?"

"Curly, you're drunk."

"Answer the goddamn question."

Forever, if Sanji really tried. "Five seconds."

Sanji shoots him an offended look. "Jesus, where's your faith?" With that, he turns away and pushes himself to the front of the group of bustling people.

Sure enough, Zoro's watching the cook clamber into the ring, a lit cigarette in his mouth (where did he get that from?) and the worst posture Zoro's ever seen.

The cook hops onto the mechanical bull, grabbing onto the metal grip before pointing and yelling at someone in the corner to start it up.

The thing starts slowly at first, and Sanji's hair sways as the bull moves back and forth. the cook barks again at some unseen person, and then it really starts to ramp up.

The bull starts bucking hard, the force at which it travels increasing each time it swings. Zoro would be worried if he didn't recognize the look of smug anticipation on Sanji's face as he straightens up, even from back in the crowd. He's about to pull some crazy-ass stunt.

When the bull leans forward, The cook uses the momentum to push himself off the handlebars from a seated position and into a handstand, twisting around to plant his feet on the saddle as he comes down.

Sanji moves fluidly with the machine, hips shifting in every direction it leans to keep himself firmly onboard. while the crowd roars, Zoro watches every movement Sanji makes with rapt attention. the blond rocks with the bull, hands now in his pockets and lips still wrapped around the cigarette he pulled from out of nowhere.

He pulls a few more tricks, long, muscular legs propelling him up to balance on the wooden horns of the bull - and gives a cheeky wave to the crowd. Goddamn. Zoro wishes that didn't work on him.

Sanji finishes up his routine with a flourish, doing an aerial and landing smoothly in a crouch on the hay floor of the ring. The crowd cheers even louder than before, and some tubby man comes out to give the cook a pink, bedazzled cowboy hat. The sea of people parts and leaves Zoro standing there awkwardly as Sanji saunters towards him.

"How's that for five seconds, Greenie?" the blond spins the hat around on his finger.

Zoro grunts and tries to suppress the flush on his face. "I could do better."

Sanji rolls his eyes, taking back his drink. "Sure you could. Anyways, I could last a lot longer than that in... other things, y'know?" Sanji makes eye contact with him as he downs the rest of his margarita. "What's that phrase again... ride a bull, fuck a cowboy?" He shrugs, placing the cowboy hat on Zoro's head then looking him up and down. "Eh, close enough."

If Zoro had liquid in his mouth, he would have done a spit take. "What!?"

The blond smirks and puts his cigarette out in the bottom of his glass. "You heard me, marimo. Now- WHERE'S THE FUCKING BATHROOM?"

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Sanji: i really wanna fuck a cowboy rn *puts cowboy hat on zoro* Zoro: *shocked, confused, bewildered* Sanji: That'll do, i guess

eughhh writers block hit me so hard for like 3 days and i rushed to get this out so this might be kinda terrible. wrote it in like 7 minute intervals over the course of a day so some things might not connect?? lmfao..... sleep deprivation is so fetch.

thibking of making an a03 account..... ill let yall know if i do!!!! hope u enoyed reading this pls comment i really appreciate it !! <3333

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Two to Tango Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley wants to put some distance between you and his growing feelings, unless there's a chance you feel the same way.

Warnings: Adult banter, swearing, smut, angst, fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Part 2

Bradley lay in bed for a long time, unable to relax. He thought sleeping with you would be good for his confidence. He had been devastatingly wrong. Now he knew what the problem was; he liked you, but you had made it abundantly clear that you did not return those feelings.

It's just sex. Damn it. He barely knew anything about you, but he was still interested. Now a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance was taking up residence in his stomach. That was not just sex to him. That had been a continuation of the little cat and mouse flirtation that the two of you had been playing at. It was him showing you how much he liked you and wanted to make you feel good.

He had imagined sleeping over with you, or at least snuggling for a while if you didn't want to risk anyone seeing him in the morning. And while you hadn't exactly booted him out, you never asked him to stay. You only wanted to make plans for another booty call.

He should have just knocked on Killer's door and gotten his ass kicked. It would hurt less than this.

When he finally managed to fall asleep, it felt like his alarm was immediately jolting him awake again.

Wednesday morning. Only three days left before he could head back to San Diego on Saturday morning. He would just focus on his daily tasks like he was supposed to instead of chasing after a younger woman who didn't actually give a shit about him as long as she got laid well.

Nat had been telling him to stop selling himself short, but this just seemed to reiterate that he probably wasn't made for much more than this.

He got to breakfast so early, that he thankfully didn't have to sit or talk with anyone else. And then he took a walk outside until just before the lecture started, only breezing into the room as the teacher was walking to the podium. Bradley dropped into the seat next to you without glancing in your direction. If you thought this was odd, you didn't show any outward signs of it for the entire three hours you sat next to him.

On the way to the tarmac for the competition portion of the day, you strolled up alongside Bradley, your helmet gripped in your hands.

"You going to stop by again tonight, sweetheart?" you asked him, voice steady as you stared straight ahead.

Bradley let himself feel like shit for a beat, but then he shook his head. "Nah," he told you without looking at you. "I'm not interested in doing the walk of shame again, Tango. But thanks anyway." As much as he wanted to see your reaction, he kept his eyes facing forward and kept his gait casual as he neared his aircraft. It felt good to stand up for himself like this.

"I guess can always see if Coyote is free. He's never called me incompetent before, and he's hot too."

Bradley came to an immediate stop and rounded on you, but your face was calm, placid.

"Seriously?" he growled. His nostrils were flaring and his body was tense, and he couldn't even figure out why this mattered so much.

You just raised and eyebrow and shrugged in response.

"Tango, are you trying to make me jealous, or do you just really not give a fuck about me at all?"

Bradley watched your lips part soundlessly as you shrunk away from him a little bit. The look on your face was something akin to silent panic, but Bradley wasn't going to tolerate getting no verbal answer from you.

"If you want Coyote, then by all means, feel free. But if you just think it's funny to fuck with my feelings, then don't talk to me."

When you still didn't answer, he muttered, "Unbelievable," and started up his ladder.

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Bradley ended up flying like his tail was on fire. He was so irritated, he posted the best time of the day by several seconds, which should have been unheard of.

"Damn, Bradshaw," Jake drawled, "that was impressive. Didn't know you had it in you."

When Bradley just grunted in return on the way to the locker rooms, Phoenix said, "He must be in a bad mood. Always flies like that when he's pissed off."

Phoenix rubbed Bradley's shoulder as he actively avoided looking at you. He was leading you in points now, but he didn't really care too much. He just shoved through the locker room door, already unzipping his flight suit and undressing before he was at the showers.

He needed to calm down. He couldn't let you determine his behavior for him. But as the hot water washed over him, his mind drifted to last night, before you had ruined his mood.

You were too close to what he was looking for. Smart, beautiful, confident and interested in him. Or so he had thought.

He took some deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and he finished getting dressed.

As he made his way to the cafeteria for dinner, he saw you walking ahead of him. Laughing. With Coyote. He was half tempted to sneak off and order a pizza again, but you had already spotted him. So he strolled into the cafeteria, collected an enormous amount of food for himself, and sat down across from Phoenix and Hangman.

When Coyote greeted them and sat down next to Bradley, he just grunted in response.

"Thought you'd be in a good mood. You smoked the rest of us," Javy said as he started eating. "And you have the most points. And Tango is super into you."

Bradley just continued to forcefully mix up his mashed potatoes and gravy before he paused and raised his eyes to look at Javy. "Is she?"

"That's what she told me," Javy said with a soft laugh. "She told me she likes your ridiculous mustache."

"Huh," Bradley grunted, getting a forkful of potato halfway to his mouth before his hand drifted to a halt. Now he was even more confused. "She really said that?"

Javy nodded and ducked his head. "Yeah. She also told me to tell you that you could have stayed in her room longer if you wanted to last night."

Bradley watched Jake and Nat both choke on their food before turning around in his seat to look at you. His eyes immediately met yours across the room, and you simply raised one hand and wiggled your fingers in his direction. Of course then Killer turned around in his seat to glare at Bradley, which made you start laughing. It was a pretty sound that Bradley could hear across the cafeteria.

"Shit," Bradley muttered. Okay, so maybe he hadn't been fair to you earlier. Maybe you just needed time to warm up to him. And perhaps he shouldn't have jumped in bed with you at the first opportunity.

But as he made his way back to his tiny room, removing his tee shirt when he got there, he decided he wasn't going to your room tonight. If you had used Javy to pass along your message to make Bradley feel more confident, that was one thing. But he wasn't so pathetic as to show up at your room like a lost puppy. No, he wanted you to tell him yourself that you were interested in his ridiculous mustache.

So he kicked off his shoes and dropped down onto his bed, just as there was a knock at the door. He stood up and unlocked the door in just his jeans, and there you were.

"Nice flying today, old man."

He searched your face for answers but came up short. "Thanks. I take it Coyote wasn't free tonight?" he asked cautiously.

"You and I both know I was never going to ask him."

Bradley's heart started pounding. "So will you be the one doing the walk of shame tonight?"

"If you kick me out, then yes." You stepped into his personal space and let your palms rest softly on his abs. Bradley slowly backed up into his room and you followed as the door closed.

"I heard you like my mustache."

You smiled up at him. "I really do, sweetheart. And I must be crazy. You've called me incompetent and inept, and you yelled at me on the tarmac today. But I'm still here."

Bradley nodded his head in apology. "And it's not just sex?"

You shook your head slowly. "Listen, I don't usually do the getting attached thing. It never ends well. But I shouldn't have told you that it was just sex, because it clearly was not."

Bradley's lips crashed against yours and you were scrambling into his arms.

"Listen," he murmured against your lips between kisses. You moved your mouth to his neck and he said, "I'm kind of at the point where I'd like to get attached enough that you'll at least talk to me."

"Mmm, okay," you told him as you kissed your way down to his collarbone where you licked and sucked on him.

"So how about if I can make you cum so good again, you stay and tell me how old you are, and where you're from, and why you joined the air force, and why you're in my room right now?"

When your lips released his skin and you looked up at him with wide eyes, you said, "Okay, old man. And you can tell me how fucking old you are, too."

Bradley scooped you up and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you down on top of him when he leaned back against the pillows. "I'm thirty-six," he told you, and you straddled his waist, pressing your chest to his.

You let your hand drift down between his body and your baggy shirt, gently stroking him and turning him on. You kissed his ear and whispered, "You're ten years older than me. I cannot believe I am this attracted to an old man who is rude to me. I really think it's the mustache."

Bradley groaned as you nibbled on his earlobe, still working your hand down until you were squeezing him through his jeans. "You wanna feel my mustache on your pussy again?"

The moan that escaped your lips directly next to his ear was enough to make him dizzy. He yanked your shirt off and quickly removed your bra as well. As he stroked his fingers along your breasts, he whispered, "Come on, Tango. Sit on my face."

Your hesitant smile melted into a lip biting grin, and you were instantly squirming out of your shorts and tiny underwear and shimmying up his body. "Make me cum," you commanded, and Bradley hoisted you into position with his hands gripping your thighs and your wet core riding his mouth.

You kept eye contact with him while he ate you out, your fingers alternating between roughly gripping his hair by the roots and softly caressing his forehead.

"Oh, feels so good," you whined as he sucked on you, and soon you were riding his face. You were moving against him in a steady rhythm, the buildup to your orgasm making you whine louder.

Bradley could feel your thighs shaking as you started to squeeze them against his face. He pulled your clit between his lips and used his tongue to make you scream, and you rode his face until you were almost in hysterics.

When you collapsed against him, wrung out and boneless, Bradley gently eased you down next to him.

"Holy shit," you gasped, curling up against his side. "You look so pretty with your face all wet, old man." Bradley thought he was going to cum in his jeans when you started licking and kissing all of the wetness from your pussy off of his face and mustache.

"You liked that?" he asked once you were softly kissing his lips.

"Mmm, yes," you told him, reaching for his dick again, but he stopped you by lacing his fingers with yours.

"Guess you better answer my questions then," he told you in his sternest voice that had you biting your lip again.

"You don't want to fuck me first?"

Bradley groaned and kissed along your breasts, pulling you all the way on top of him so you were laying on his chest again. "I think you need a few more minutes to recover. You're twenty six?"

"Yeah, almost twenty seven," you whispered, laying on his pec and playing with his little bit of chest hair. "My birthday is next week."

"Where are you from?"

"California. Born and raised. I live on Edwards Air Force Base."

Now Bradley finally felt like he was getting somewhere, you were still melting against him as he rubbed your back. And Edwards was not too far from San Diego.

"You're a hell of a pilot, baby. Why did you join the Air Force? You could have been in the Navy."

You rubbed your cheek against him as you told him all about how your dad and brothers had all been in the Air Force as well, but you were the only one who could hack it as a pilot. "I also knew it was the only way I could pay for college, you know? I'm smart too, old man. I was pre med."

Bradley ran his fingers along the back of your neck, and you shivered against him. "Why are you in my room?"

You sighed softly as he teased your skin. "I like boys who are as sassy as I am. And you're fucking hot, you know, for someone who is so old."

Bradley took you by the chin and tipped your pretty face up so you were looking at him. "I'm not a boy. I'm a man."

You gasped and licked your lips, your bright eyes roaming over his face.

"Yeah....I noticed."

After Bradley kissed you and stroked your skin until you were begging for him, he fucked you slow and steady, your body spread out beneath him on his bed.

He worked you over until he felt better, until your rejection from last night was a distant memory. He fucked you until you were whispering his name on the heels of your orgasm.

You let him cum inside you, which was more intimate than perhaps even the sex had been. Bradley kept himself in you, enjoying the feel of your body as he kissed your lips softly. Your eyelids were slowly drifting open and then closed again between kisses, but you were smiling every time his lips met yours.

"You sleeping in here with me tonight, Tango?" he asked, placing a soft kiss to the side of your chin.

You moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm too tired to leave, unless you want me to."

"I want you to stay."

A few minutes later, before you started drifting to sleep, you asked Bradley why he had joined the Navy. And when he told you he was stationed at Top Gun, you told him, "Hey, old man, that's not far from Edwards."

"You thinking about keeping me around?"

There were a few beats of silence before Bradley heard you murmur, "I'm taking it into consideration."

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Bradley woke up at six with your body wrapped around his. You were snoring softly with your head resting on his chest, and you looked so cute, he really didn't want to wake you up. But sunlight had begun to trickle through the window blinds, and Bradley knew it would be another long day of lectures and flying.

"Tango. Time to get up."

You roused from sleep and arched your back in the most appealing way as you stretched, before curling up tighter against him. "Come on, old man. I'm still tired."

"Did I wear you out?" he asked softly.

You moaned and said, "Maybe a little bit. And now that I know what your voice sounds like first thing in the morning, I am devastated I didn't ask you to sleep over the other night."

Bradley just chuckled and ran his fingers along your cheek for a few minutes. He watched you turn your head to look up at him as you said, "Stop staring. It's rude."

"I can't help it when the scenery is so pretty."

Bradley watched you press your lips together and bury your face against him in embarrassment. When you tried to pull the blanket over your head, he pulled it further off of you.

"Really? You're embarrassed that I think you're pretty? You about bit my head off on Sunday, but this is what's going to get to you?"

"Shh," you whispered before easing your body higher against his tall frame and kissing his lips. "Stop." But you were smiling as you kissed him.

"I'm going go tell you all day long how fucking gorgeous you are. It's your kryptonite. It's how I'm going to win," he informed you with a smirk.

You covered his mouth with your palm in response and shook your head. "Don't you dare. Killer would never let me live it down."

Bradley laughed, and you removed your hand as you started to get out of bed. "I guess I'd better start my walk of shame," you said as you began to gather up your clothing.

Bradley sat on the edge of the bed, as naked as you were. He watched you get dressed, and he saw your eyes dipping down to his semi-hard cock a few times. "Any chance you'll let me be the one to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning?" he asked.

You leaned down and kissed him once after you put your clothes and shoes on. "Yes."

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Thankfully Tango has come to her senses! One more part to go!

PART 4

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vitzi9 · 1 year ago

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Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

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sleepyboy-stuff · 3 months ago

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hiii-!!! :3 saw your post about Logan requests and was thinkin' about (CG) Logan who gets up in the night (like in X2) and he sees reader regressed whilst watching TV or something and he looks after them for a bit, maybe convinces reader to go to sleep and helps settle them???

hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! feel free to ignore this idea!!!

-🧸🌷(hope it's oki that I went anon, was a bit nervous 😅)

ollo!! thank you so much for your request, and its totally okay that you sent it on anon, i dont mind at all!! youre super sweet :]

anyways, uh, heres what i wrote! im super nervous to post this but, i hope you like it :D

It was late into the night-- probably around 2am, you guessed, but you didn't bother checking the clock. Most residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were fast asleep, and normally you were too. But tonight, you lay wide awake in your nest of blankets and pillows, hugging your favorite plushie and sucking on a pacifier as all sorts of thoughts ran through your mind.

Most prominent in your head was an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. This always happened when you were little; if you were alone for longer than 15 minutes, The Sadness started creeping in, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually you could distract yourself, by coloring or playing games on your phone or something, but tonight you were practically drowning in it.

Your heart ached for someone, anyone, to come and comfort you, but you knew nobody would. Especially not the person you really wanted: Logan.

You considered going to his room and waking him up, but you knew you couldn't do that. He wasn't the most strict caregiver, but he did have one very harsh rule: you can't bother him when he's sleeping, and you can't sleep with him. You knew it was because of his nightmares, but still, you missed him.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You didn't know how long you'd just been sitting there, but suddenly, you decided you'd had enough of it. You sat up and wiped the tears away with your sleeve, shuffling out of bed with your plushie in tow.

And that was how you ended up here in the common room, watching Spongebob Squarepants on the big TV (with your plushie sitting next to you), giggling to yourself.

You were drawn into the cartoon, happy to finally get away from your feelings. So distracted, you didn't even notice the figure that appeared behind you.

"You're up late."

You squeaked in surprise, your head whipping around to find none other than Logan leaning up against the doorway, one eyebrows raised.

You stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to you with a huff. "What're you doing up, kid?"

You hesitantly took your pacifier out of your mouth to speak. "Couldn' sleep."

He grunted. "Yeah, me neither."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder. It was a bit of an awkward angle, coming at him from the side, but you made it work. "'m sorry."

"It's alright, kid. It's not like it's your fault," he said, resting his hand on your back.

You snuck your pacifier back into your mouth, but you didn't let Logan go, snuggling into him instead. He was always warm, and warm felt so cozy. He's even better than a blankie, you thought, as his hand started moving up and down along your back. It was a comforting touch.

You tried to pay attention to the show, but pretty soon your eyelids started drooping; finally, you were falling asleep. And Logan noticed.

"Hey, maybe it's time we head back to bed, huh?" He patted your back and pulled himself away from you, standing up.

You began to whine at the loss of warmth, looking up at him with sad eyes. He only stared down at you with lidded eyes, not falling for your puppy-dog look.

You pulled your pacifier out. "Can I sleep with you..?" You knew his answer would be no, but you asked anyways.

Logan took a moment to think. "... Sure, you can."

Your eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Yeah. Just as long as you don't move around too much."

You felt a smile dawn on your face, and you popped your pacifier back in your mouth before you jumped up into his arms. He held you up easily, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"There we go," he murmured, walking out of the room. The TV was still on, but neither of you really cared.

Eventually, the two of you ended up in Logan's room. He gingerly set you down on his bed, and you pulled back the covers, crawling underneath them. He slid in beside you, pulling the blanket over your bodies before sliding his arms around you. You cuddled close together, and the room lapsed into silence, no noise except for the sounds of soft breathing.

In the end, you did fall asleep, secure in Logan's arms. But what you didn't know is that Logan never fully fell asleep himself. He laid awake the rest of the night, watching over you, keeping his little safe.

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garf-lover96 · 3 months ago

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hopping back on the grind before i inevitably fall off of it and crash oauw.. i actually procrastinated on posting this one idk why. are you happy to see your beloved garf-lover96 post again❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ properly that is. because this is a 1k fic!!! i am so proud of myself you go man. also a reminder that i appreciate any comments i get..

i got the idea for this one while watching a show or something???? but i don't remember what it was or what part of it made me think of this concept. whatever i just wanted to give Julian his own keys. he deserves them!! :^)

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The first rays of sunlight coming through the bedroom window assault my eyes and make me wake up with a small groan. I rub my face and turn a little to check if Julian is still sleeping. As usual, he is awake and staring up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought... There are some black feathers lodged in his curls that he hasn't noticed yet. Naturally, Malak got a little envious of mine and Bluebell's sleeping habits so he's been trying to sleep tangled into Julian's hair as well, much to his dismay.

I reach my hand out to pick out one of the bigger plumes before he gets startled out of his thoughts by my sudden movement. He stops wringing his hands rhythmically and turns to smile at me softly "You scared me! I usually have to wait longer for you to wake up-"

"I forgot to close the curtains, the sun woke me." I yawn a bit and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, "Were you pondering on a breakfast request?"

"Request? I could've sworn it was my turn to make breakfast today..."

"Yes, this normally would be your day... But I have few quick errands to run in town. You don't have to get up, I'll be back just like that."

Before he has the time to protest, I roll out of the bed, leaving him in the company of two fast asleep birds. I gently scoop Bluebell up into my hands just to place her on Julian's pillow instead.

"What's this for?"

"She doesn't rest well alone and it's too early for her to be fully awake yet. But anyway, do you have a breakfast request or not?"

"Oh, I uh... For breakfast I can have anything but I'm pretty sure you've run out of coffee... I have coin in my coat if you could pick some up."

"...Right, if you insist."

That's just the thing with Julian. Even though he's been living with me for a month now, it still seems like he's treating it like some kind of passing period. He insists on always paying me back for any food that he eats, never uses anything without an explicit permission and makes himself as small as possible no matter what room he's in, probably even without realizing it. I suppose most couples would wait a little longer before moving in together, but it was no use for him to leave after the first night he slept here. Plus it just means we have more time to bond. I was lonely enough each time Asra left so I love the actual human company around the apartment I have now.

But even with how welcome I try to make Julian feel, he doesn't seem to be settling in all that easily. And that's why a few days ago I paid a visit to the locksmith so he can finally get his own keys to the place. Today I'm supposed to pick up one of them.

Now, I'm balancing a basket of groceries on my elbow as I try to hook the two copies onto a key ring. There's a small copper charm already hanging from it, the only one I could find at home. Well, it's just an excuse to gift him more later.

I quickly return and happily trot up the stairs to leave all the food in the kitchen before heading to the bedroom.

"Rise and shine-" I open the door and right away notice Julian politely making the bed, "Ah, of course you're up. Do you really hate sleeping in that much?"

"I couldn't fall back asleep and then I had to let out the birds... But it's fine, I'll just drink some coffee." he answers with a wave of his hand and turns his attention to me with a sheepish smile.

"Oh yeah, I got that for you. And also some fresh fruit, eggs... I want to make that thing where you dip a slice of bread into an egg and fry it..." I trail off a little as I approach him, pulling out the keys out of my pocket, "Got this for you too."

His eyes narrow with confusion as he looks at them hanging from my grasp. After a few seconds of silence, I speak up to clarify "This one's for the front door and that one for the back. It's the one you gave me back. It's yours again."

"...Wait, a-are you leaving? You want me to take care of the place?" he takes the keys slowly and looks back up at me with slightly raised eyebrows.

More confused silence...

"...I just said they're yours."

"You want me to live here?"

A baffled chuckle leaves my lips "You already live here! All your stuff is here-"

"I don't own much, to be fair... And um, I just figured that, you know, once I got the clinic set up and going I could just get my own place so you wouldn't feel pressured to do all of this so fast..."

I run my hands down my face with a huff and pull him into a hug "I so obviously want you here. If anything, I'd be very sad if you suddenly decided to leave me."

"It's just, uh, I didn't want to take it for granted or anything... Having a stable place to stay like that, it still doesn't feel completely real." he murmurs and buries his nose in my still quite messy morning hair.

I scowl playfully into his shoulder "You say that, but maybe you secretly hate the decor and can't stand living in a place like this."

"It's... Hah, it's definitely more colorful than I'm used to. Doesn't mean I hate it..."

I pull away and grab onto his arms, looking him right in the eyes "So you accept the keys? You're staying?"

"Of course! Yes, definitely-"

"Good, because I wasn't going to let you leave anyway. I paid money to get that key copied. You will use it."

I can hear Julian chuckle weakly before he squeezes me in a tighter embrace than before "Thank you, Rowan, really... This means so much to me..."

"You can thank me by dressing up and getting to breakfast. I'm starting to get really hungry."

"Ugh, you're too good to me, love... Soon enough you will spoil me rotten!" he exclaims and seizes my face in his hands to begin his onslaught on kisses, "How can I ever repay you? My noble- landlord..."

"Buying half the groceries would be enough-" I snort at his sudden smothering display of affection, halfheartedly trying to shove him away when I hear my stomach starting to growl from hunger, "I love you, but I don't want to starve! We'll have plenty of time for your gratitude later. I'll even put you to work on chores right away, if you're so eager."

"I simply can't wait, my dearest." he presses one last kiss to my lips and relents, moving on to get himself ready for the day.

I think I can't wait either. I can't wait to spend countless more days with someone I love the most in the whole world.

#julian officially being in an unethical relationship with his landlord. love that #garf lover96 creation #the arcana #julian devorak #rowan

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 1 year ago

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From Vormir, With Love - Part 7

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, survivor guilt, suicide ideations, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a short chapter but it's worth it

After the short conversation you had with Natasha, it feels insensitive to bring up how you felt to her. You don't want to put her in a position where she ever thinks she could lose your newfound bond. So you just suck it up. You welcome every small touch and every gesture, the simple hand at the small of your back to the cuddles in bed as you are falling asleep. It's both your personal hell and heaven wrapped into one. It leaves you feeling confused, but happy with the proximity you share. And that is of course until the barbecue comes.

That week-end is luckily a beautiful one; you can wear anything from a summer dress to a simple short and t-shirt. As you're dressing, you realize Natasha is coming as your date. Of course you already knew, but now that it's D Day, it's really hitting you and you start to panic slightly. All your questions without answers come back to you. Why did she offer when there was no need for a date, what did she mean by it, is she truly your date, what does it mean for your relationship? The questions swirl around until you're sitting at the edge of the bed you've been using, a panic attack ready to swallow you at any time. But before it can hit, someone is knocking at your door and not waiting for an answer to come in. There, standing in front of you, is Tim, in all his feline grace, looking fabulous in his relaxed outfit, but also about to shatter into pieces. You're immediately alert to his state and put aside what you're going through.

"I can't go to your… bar-beuh-queue. I can't."

"Wait, what? Why not. You seemed really excited at the prospect of free meat." You pat the spot next to you so he would sit down instead of pacing around. He immediately sits and the bed cracks slightly under him.

"And I was but you also said there were going to be many humans."

"Yes? But you've been fine here so far."

"It's not the same!" He roars at you and you frown. He sheepishly looks at his paws. "Sorry."

You shake your head. "You'll be fine. If anything they'll love you. Believe me. Plus you won't be alone there, and you can hide in my childhood bedroom." It couldn't be worse than when you came out anyway. Good thing your relationship with your parents had had time to heal before you got abducted.

"You promise?"

You nod.

"I promise."

"Thank you."

"Oh, I should thank you. I was having my own meltdown before you arrived." You laugh it off, but his curious glance has you sighing before you explain. "I'm just not sure where I stand with Natasha."

"Next to each other?" He asks, not really understanding your doubts. He makes it sound so easy. "You're mate, yes?"

"I… don't really know. We haven't discussed that."

"No discussion necessary. I can smell it. Your scents intertwined."

This makes you smile. Not only does he make it sound easy, he also makes it sound true. Somehow it appeases you for when you'll have that discussion with Natasha.

"Not how it works with humans, but I'll keep that in mind. Now come on. It's time to go."

He nods, and the bed creaks even when you stand up now.

You're finally ready to face the day.

It takes two cars to bring everyone to your parents' place, and a good five seconds for your mother to realize she invited aliens into her house.

"You should have told me!" She whispers to you frantically. "I would have researched what they eat and made it!"

"First, that's sweet, second, do you think there is a website out there with aliens recipes?" You ask, on the verge of laughing uncontrollably.

"There isn't?!"

"I doubt it."

And from there, she makes it a goal to get recipes from your new friends.

"Your mom seems very special," comments a deeply amused Natasha while you show her the way to the garden with everyone else. "Not as terrifying as you painted her."

"That's because she doesn't know you came as my date yet," you smile teasingly, your heart ready to burst when you say it out loud. Not that you have the time to explore the meaning of it all as you enter the garden where half your family awaits all of you. The event quickly takes over you and you go socialize with everyone, people you haven't seen in the past five years, some still looking the same and some looking older. The barbecue quickly turns into a celebration of all the people who came back, and you get a few drinks pushed into your hands without needing to ask for them. Before you know it, your head is light with happiness and alcohol, and you're sitting next to Natasha having the time of your life, your hand lazily dropped around her shoulders. She's clearly comfortable with the contact, even leaning into it as you talk with one of your now almost adult cousins about your adventures in space.

"I need to go to the restroom, I'll be right back," she whispers in your ear at some point and you nod, eyes on her as she leaves.

"You're super lucky!" Your cousin exclaims, and you look back at them with a tilt of the head in questioning. "She's a superhero, so I never imagined she'd date anyone but she seems super sweet."

You blink once, twice, and it finally dawns on you. Your cousin thinks Natasha is your girlfriend. "Oh, you think that… I mean. We're not– she's not–" you fumble and your cousin gets the message.

"Are you sure?" They ask, confused.

"I mean, she came here as my date but it doesn't mean, you know."

Your cousin stares blankly at you. "Dude. Does she know? Do you know? Because you were acting really close."

Your cousin was on your case now too? You thought only June noticed your infatuation but apparently anyone in the vicinity could see it if even your cousin did. You decide to extract yourself from the situation and stand up.

"You know what, she's taking really long so I'm just gonna go check on her."

"Sure buddy," your cousin chuckles with no respect.

You quickly make your way towards the house and once inside, you take a deep breath. That sure was a callout. You decide to forget about it and focus on what you came to do, looking for Natasha. You go to the first floor bathroom and knock on the door, only for it to open on your surprised uncle.

"It's free, but I would wait if I were you," he tells you before he leaves. You wrinkle your nose. Ew.

You take a few steps back and wonder where Natasha could be. She probably went to look for another bathroom, which would be upstairs. When you arrive on the second floor, you quickly notice that the door to your bedroom is open. You frown, before you approach the room when you see a shadow moving inside.

On your guard, you take a peek before you enter the room, only to breathe a sigh of relief. A very short one when you realize that Natasha is in your childhood bedroom. You push the door slightly more to finally enter the room.

"Unless I'm sorely mistaken, this isn't a restroom," you point out with derision. She rolls her eyes and smirks, focusing on you instead of the photographs on the wall.

"It isn't, but my instincts kept telling me I might find some treasure here." She grabs one of the photos and shows it to you. "And I was right!"

It's an old picture of when you were a kid wearing a mismatched outfit with some old friend. You groan and try to snatch the picture out of her fingers, with no success. Between the alcohol and Natasha being a super spy, you stand no chance. Still, you're not giving up. You corner Natasha against your bed, and before you know it, you both fall over on top of it. On top of her.

Your first reflex is to apologize, but the words stay stuck in your throat when you notice how close to her face yours is. Your eyes are focused on hers, the blue entrancing you, until her breath on your lips brings another reality to you.

"I– huh– I'm sorry," you vaguely manage before you feel her hand caress your arm up to the nap of your neck.

"Why don't you show me exactly how sorry you are?" She proposes in a sultry voice and your heart stops, your breathing suddenly hard, and harder even when her other hand navigates between the both of you to find your belly.

Your brain completely stops and leaves you only with your screaming instincts, and her command. So you finally do something you wanted to do for a long, long time, and lean closer until your lips connect. As it happens, it feels like a wave of relief courses through you, like the last five years were worth it to be able to kiss Natasha, and more importantly, have her kiss you back.

The hand on your neck grip grows stronger as your kiss gets more passionate. You tilt your head further when you feel her tongue pass over your lips in demand and give her access without an ounce of hesitation. It feels good when your tongues meet in your mouth in a precise dance that leads you to moan, and again when her other hand caresses the back of your thigh, up to your ass. She gives it a squeeze that makes you melt. Something she takes advantage of. With a simple twist of her hips, she exchanges your positions so she can be on top of you. You look up at her in awe at her beauty, at the cascading red and blonde hair, at her bright eyes and swollen lips.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she states as she admires you too - you can see it in the way her eyes seem to caress your skin, trace your features, and get lost in your eyes.

"Me too," you admit with no shame whatsoever, her lips growing in a gorgeous smile. You lean up to give her a quick kiss. "But we need to go back, before they send someone to find us."

She gives you a quick kiss in turn, one that makes you long for more, but you restrain yourself while she stands up. You sit up in turn and adjust your clothes quickly so no one can suspect what just happened. As you do so, you notice Natasha stopped in her tracks to check her phone and concern is plastered on her face. She turns to you.

"We need to go."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha #fvwl #natasha imagine #idk how to tag

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littlelalu · 2 months ago

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A Perfect Fall Day (FLUFF)

NOTE: Guysss Guess what…. I got food poisoning Monday and felt like complete shit yesterday. I couldn't even get out of bed!

Anyways… Hope you enjoy this. It's a little long but I haven't written much lately, sorry. Have a good day everyone :)

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Your point of view

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I sipped my coffee as I scrolled through instagram on the couch. Post after posts showed friends and people I knew from high school at pumpkin patches. They look like fun! Some desserts people post from them look delicious.

“Whatcha up to babe?” Milo said as he came to join me on the couch with his cup of coffee.

“Nothing. Just on insta.” I replied, setting my phone down on the table. “Have you ever been to a pumpkin patch?”

“Yes! They're super fun. Have you?” He asked.

“Nope. I never went to one growing up because my parents always worked and didn't have the time. I don't blame them though. They did what they had to do. I guess it's the reason why I never felt the need to go as an adult. Although, some do look like fun.”

Milos eyes lit up like he was forming an idea in his head, “So you really never been to one? Not even a local one here?”

I shook my head.

Milo's eyes look mischievous, but I let it be.

We hung out for the rest of the night, drinking coffee and watching movies. I eventually fell asleep on the couch, but felt MIlo carrying me to our room to sleep in our bed.

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Milo's POV

I closed the bedroom door slowly and quietly as possible to not wake up Y/N, Louie following behind. I walked back to the living room and got on my laptop. I am not letting her miss this pumpkin patch experience. I need to make this memorable for her.

I began to research some pumpkin patches that we can go to tomorrow. I need to make sure it has things that we can both do and give her the ultimate experience. After 30 minutes of devising in between pumpkin patches, I picked one called Belle Farm. I bought us tickets and began to plan our mini trip since it was a couple cities over. Then, I went to her closet and picked out an outfit that would match the colors of mine. I have never seen her in this outfit, since we didn't meet during fall season, but I would love to see her in it. I'm hoping she likes it. After getting my outfit I had in mind to match with her, I set them both down on the chair we have in our room. I got into bed slowly and got comfy. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I felt myself instead drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ morning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beep Beep Beep

My alarm went off. I quickly turned it off and looked over to see if I woke up Y/N. Thankfully she was still sleeping. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to start making us some breakfast. I'm thinking of some eggs, bacon, and pancakes, her favorite. After I gathered the ingredients, I began making everything. I even found a pumpkin mold and used it to make the pancakes.

I really hope she likes everything, along with our plans for today.

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Her POV

I woke up to the smell of something delicious coming from the apartment. I rolled over to see I was the only one in the bed. Milo nowhere in sight. I got up and went to look for him.

Noises of plates or cups clinking together came from the kitchen. I walked in there and saw Milo setting up plates and silverware on our dining room table.

He looked over to where I was standing almost instantly and smiled. “ Morning sleepyhead”

“Morning babe. What's going on?” I said my voice was groggy from waking up.

“I made us some breakfast.” He said as he walked over to me. He stuck his hand out. “Come with me m’lady”

I giggled. I grabbed his hand and he led me to the table. He made me sit on the chair he pulled out, and pushed me closer to the table once I sat down.

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the plates covered in aluminum foil. He came back and placed them in the middle of the table. He sat across from me.

“I made your favorite. Eggs, bacon and pancakes!” He said happily as he uncovered the plates. Everything looked and smelled delicious, but I noticed the pancakes looked different.

“Pumpkin shaped pancakes?” I was surprised.

“Yes ma'am. Sets the mood for fall”

“Wowww Chef Milo really came out today” I joked.

“Oh yes I did. I even added a secret ingredient to the pancakes.” He said with a smile.

I looked at him confused. “Cinnamon?”

“Well yes, but that's not my secret ingredient”

“What is it then?”

“Love.” he said with a goofy grin.

“My favorite!” I said with a laugh.

We served ourselves and began eating.

I took a bite out of the pancakes and they were delicious. “Oh my god. These are amazing! Is there anything you can't do milo?”

He laughed. “Shut up. I just like to make food for my girl.”

“And you're good at it.”

We smiled and continued eating and talking. Once we were done eating, we cleaned up and put away food that was left over.

“So… Y/N…” Milo said as he washed his hands. “I have plans for us today. I'm not telling you just yet where we are going, but I picked out an outfit for you to wear already. Let's get ready.”

I was shocked for a moment. It caught me by surprise. “Whoa what?”

He chucked and grabbed my hand. He led me to our room and showed me the outfit he picked out for me. It was black jeans, white long sleeve shirt, and my light brown coat.

“This is cute. Thank you babe” I said.

He leaned down to give me a quick kiss.

We started to change our clothes and I headed to the bathroom to put on some light makeup. I don't really wear makeup, so I just did something simple that will compliment my outfit.

I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I finished my make up and went to Milo.

He was packing a couple snacks and water into a backpack. He looked up at me as I walked in. He grinned at me. “Damn Babe. You look beautiful!”

“Thank you.” I said. He was wearing jeans, white t-shirt and his coat. “You look pretty handsome too”

“Good because I was trying to match with you.” He winked at me. “You ready?”

I nodded.

“Let's get going then.” He said.

I grabbed my bag, and followed him out to the car. He placed everything in the back seats, except the snacks.

He put the address in, but he made me close my eyes so I wouldn't see. He began driving and we jammed out for the ride.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ near pumpkin patch ~~~~~~~~~~~

I sat and admired the open country road. No big buildings or crowded streets. Just open land with houses spread apart here and there.

“Where are we Milo?” I asked curiously.

I saw him turn into a small driveway with a ‘Welcome to Belle Farm’ sign. I saw small pumpkins surrounded along with a scarecrow.

“Pumpkin Patch?” I asked happily.

“Of course! I couldn't help but surprise you.” He said as he parked the car in the busy parking lot.

We got out of the car and Milo walked to me. He grabbed my hand and led me to the entrance. As we got near it, he pulled out his phone. I saw him go on his email and search for the name on the farm. Tickets. That's what they were. He showed the lady and she scanned them. Once she put our wristbands on, we walked in.

The pumpkin patch was like a little autumn wonderland. The smell of cinnamon and fresh hay lingered in the air. This place had a few carnival rides, a petting zoo, corn maze, and hayrides. I felt so happy.

“What do you want to do first? There's so much we can do.” Milo said.

“Let's go on some rides!” I said excitedly.

Milo held my hand as he navigated me around the place. We got on almost every ride and even had fun at the petting zoo. Milo took many pictures with the goats and the cows.

Milo checked his phone. “It's 7:45. I scheduled a hayride. We should probably head over there since it's on the other side.”

I smiled and nodded at him. We walked across the field to the hayride entrance. I saw there were two entrances. One for general admissions and the other said private rides. Milo led me to the private one.

“Milo, are we in the wrong line? We walked in the private one…” I asked nervously.

“No. I paid for a private one. I figured it would be more romantic. You know, just the two of us?”

“Aww babe. You didn't have to do that” I said blushingly and probably smiling so much.

“I didn't have to, but I wanted to make your first pumpkin patch experience special.”

“You’re the best, babe.”

One of the drivers walked over to us. “Hey guys! What name is the reservation under?”

“Hey man! Yeah it's under mine. Milo Manheim.”

The guy scrolled through the ipad and looked for Milo's name. “Aha! Found it. Why don't you guys follow me and I'll show you your ride.”

Milo started small talk with the driver. He does this everywhere we go. I love that about it. He lights up the place. Milo helped me get on the ride first and then he stepped in.

“Remember, keep your hands inside the vehicle and remain seated. Enjoy you two!” the driver said as he closed the door and walked towards the very front.

Milo and I sat in the back. The wagon jerked forward and started to make its way around the huge pumpkin patch. We had a perfect view of the sun setting. The cool breeze brushed my cheeks. Milo wrapped one arm around my shoulder. I leaned into Milo's side and rested my head on his shoulder. His warmth was very comforting. Everything seemed perfect at the moment.

Milo looked down at me with a soft smile. “So what do you think so far?”

I looked at him confused at first, but realized what he meant about the experience. I smiled. “ It's been amazing. I can't believe I never did this.”

“I'm glad I was the first one to bring you to one.” He said.

With our gazes still towards each other, he leaned in slowly. He kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. We pulled back.

“Today has been perfect. Thank you so much for everything.”

“Anything for you love. I love you, Y/N” He said.

I grinned like a fool. “I love you too, Milo.”

He leaned in to give me a quick kiss this time and continued looking around. We noticed the cute little pumpkin lights around the land, the flashing carnival lights, and the live music playing in the middle of the field.

Milo took out his phone and started taking pictures of me. I make silly little faces, making him laugh and giggle. Then I take selfies of him acting goofy as usual. Then we take some selfies together. My favorite picture was of us kissing on the hayride and the view behind us looked beautiful. The sunset, the lights, everything was perfect.

I love times like these with Milo. He always does the most for me. I don't know what I would do without him.

The ride came to a stop a few minutes later. Milo helped me down and we said our thank you and goodbyes to the driver.

Milo grinned at me, his brown eyes sparkling. "There’s still time to pick out the perfect pumpkin for carving, you know."

"Let's go find some!” I said, grabbing his hand as we walked to the pumpkin picking section of the field.

Once we got there, we began looking at the pumpkins.

“Hey babe,” I heard Milo whisper to me.

“What's up?”

“I'm you” he said as he held two pumpkins on his chest. He sent me a wink.

I playfully smacked his arm. “Milo!”

He laughed. I love the way his eyes shut and nose crunches when he laughs. He looks so adorable.

“Okay so are we going to paint these or do that cute photoshoot where people use the pumpkins as heads?” I asked to make sure I know what I am looking for.

“I think we should do a photoshoot.”

I nodded as we began to look at pumpkins.

Milo was taking this seriously. When I glanced over at him, he was inspecting every pumpkin, his lips pursed as he was deciding. I smiled as I found it funny how he looked concentrated.

I looked at two pumpkins with twisted stems.

“Those are perfect!” Milo said to me.

“What? Why? the stems are twisted?”

“Exactly! They're different. Just like us. The pumpkins have to capture our personality.”

“Fine. I agree with you.” I said.

Milo smiled and grabbed both pumpkins. We walked up front to pay. Afterwards, we walked to the car.

“That was fun. I want to come back next year” I said excitedly as we got in the car.

“Well… Why don't we make it a tradition then? It could be our thing.” He said with a hopeful smile.

“I would love that. Thank you again for today babe. You're the best.”

His gaze met mine. “Anything to see that smile again. I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, Milo,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back instantly. I swear each time we kiss I still feel that spark I felt the first time we kissed a couple months ago.

#ben plunkett #disney zombies #milo manheim #milo manheim fan fiction #ryan baker #school spirits #wally clark #zed necrodopolis #dancing with the stars #prom pact #nico alexander #doogie kamealoha m.d.#thanksgiving movie

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exhaustedpirate · 8 months ago

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the fruit of my labors

for anyone who doesn't know, I made a post about Baelfire's drawings on his cave and how Killian didn't react enough to it, so I decided to fix that a bit! beta'd by the wonderfully helpful @jonesfandomfanatic !

rated G | 1360 words also on ao3

The path through the dense, hot forest was one Killian was acquainted with. A right turn at the twisted tree, a sharp left turn at the rock lion, straight ahead through the berry patch. If you run into the rock that looks like the crescent moon you’ve gone too far.

Killian had followed him through the woods many times after their separation, no, Baelfire’s abandonment. Had wanted to make sure Bae was safe, that he was alive. He didn’t approach, memorized the way to Bae's little cave and kept it in his heart but never broached the gaping abyss he’d created between them. First out of bitterness, then out of shame.

Baelfire wouldn’t welcome his presence anyway.

He found out about Bae’s departure from Neverland from Pan himself; the demon’s anger leaving a bitter taste. And, after Baelfire was gone, Killian would make his way to his hovel many times, standing in front of the large rock and the dangling vine for hours at times. He had only entered once, had found the torch on the wall and lit it with an easy flick of the flint in his hook.

But it had been too much. Killian had seen the spartan home the boy had created for himself, had seen his small bed and, at the sight of the marks near it, counting his days on the island, left. He'd not made the trek again, as he couldn't bare setting foot in that cave again.

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Now Baelfire was gone. Dead. And Killian’s back on the blasted island he had wanted to escape from more than anything.

There were differences now, of course. Baelfire had been Neal. He'd grown into a man, a man that had a darker path than Killian had hoped for - than Milah had hoped for. And Killian had joined the heroes, hopefully on his way to becoming one, or at least a version of himself that Liam would be proud of. That Baelfire would be proud of.

So, despite his wishes, Killian was going into Baelfire’s home for the first time in a century.

He still remembered the path - right turn at the twisted tree, sharp left turn at the rock lion and straight ahead through the berry patch. He didn’t see the crescent moon rock.

There was another difference. He wasn’t alone this time. He couldn’t turn around and go back to camp because there were people who needed to go into the cave, find out how Bae escaped Neverland so they could too. He had to go in.

Despite his smirk and his uncontrollable need to share personal space with the Savior, Killian was pleased to not walk into the cave first. Was glad to hide behind the need for light, behind explanations, and to focus on Emma instead of the scratched on drawings on the wall.

“He got it from his mother,” he found himself saying.

Explanations.

He couldn’t focus on the way Milah’s hair would fall unacknowledged on her face whenever she was focused on a drawing, or the way Baelfire’s did the same. Couldn’t focus on the many times he’d had to clean charcoal from Milah’s face when she fell asleep over a piece of parchment, or the way he had teared up when the same had happened to Bae. Couldn’t focus on the shame and regret he felt after when their drawings had turned to ash in a fit of tearful rage. Couldn’t focus on the fact that he had fooled himself into thinking he’d purged them from his heart by burning their art. Couldn’t focus on the several more drawings he had locked away in his safe to keep himself from burning them too.

“Home.”

As he looks up at the moving stars from Emma’s less than static grip, Killian forces himself to remain in the present. Urges himself not to remember the enthusiastic way Baelfire had stood next to him by the wheel while he told him about the constellations in Neverland’s permanent night sky. Tries not to remember Baelfire’s beaming smile, so much like Milah’s, when Killian praised him for naming all the constellations correctly.

“Which means the only person who can read it is dead.” He’s almost grateful for Emma’s quick exit with the way he is barely able to control his tears.

Baelfire, Neal, whatever he wanted to be called, is dead. Milah’s child is gone.

Still, Killian is painfully aware of the Queen’s presence in the room. Her annoyed energy unable to be ignored, giving him no space to mourn, giving him no space to remember the boy that had thrived on his ship, that had become more than just a means for his revenge.

There are memories on the wall, the port and starboard under a perfect replica of the Jolly Roger’s bow. A lesson in navigation comes unbidden to his brain, the feel of Baelfire’s hair in his hand and the proud smile on the boy’s face. He wanted to stay in that memory forever.

“Seems like you left an impression, Hook.” Regina’s lips curved in a cruel smirk as she tapped the wall he had been looking at, her pointer finger on the depiction of his hook in what he assumed was his area of the wall. He didn’t bite the bait.

Killian remembered instead how the boy had been mystified by it, the way it worked, how he used it - he had been too scared to tell him the truth of how he got it, unwilling to shatter the perfect life they were living. But shatter it still did.

He sees the Darlings over a drawing of what Bae told him was the Great Ben - he still wasn’t sure what was Great about this Ben but he still remembered the loud giggles the boy let out when he got the name wrong. Killian knew of the parents who had accepted a boy into their family as if he was their own. Bae talked fondly of them and the boys, Michael and John, and affectionately of Wendy, talked about how he had felt part of a family before the Shadow tore them apart. His heart had ached for the boy who had wanted a family and his shame worsened when he realized he had done the same as Pan’s evil entity.

Killian’s almost thankful for Emma’s reentrance, her shoulders set and determined frown on her face. She looks magnificent like that and he welcomes the distraction. But then she gets that look again, the same one he saw when they were climbing the beanstalk and he remembers seeing it on Baelfire, knows that he sees it in the mirror too.

“I too know what it feels like to lose hope,” Killian starts to say to Emma.

And he reads it plainly in her face that she doesn’t want to believe him, that she is looking for a reason to distrust him. That she’s not ready to open up about this. He wants to turn away, leave it at that, leave it up to her but he never knew how to give up.

“I too know what it feels like to lose,” he continues and she lets out a sigh, a deep sigh expelling her anger and frustration, her shoulders slumping down. And then she nods and he gives her a smile, not a smirk, not a grin, just a smile and, while hers might be even smaller than his, it’s still a smile and he considers himself lucky. He tries not to wonder if he’s worthy of that luck.

“We need to go.”

It’s easy to put on his bravado, his cocky smirk for David’s comments, no matter how likely they are, deflect the way Emma already means more than he thought she ever would.

What isn’t easy is saying goodbye to the memory infested walls of the cave, Baelfire’s last mark on the world. It isn’t easy to say goodbye to the memory of the boy who could have been his family, who could have loved him back, who he could have not betrayed.

But he does.

There is another boy who needs to be saved. And this time, he will.

#killian jones #captain hook #baelfire #neal cassidy #ouat 3x04 #fix it fic #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #a dash of captainswan #more focused on hookfire #hookfire #ouat ff

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hyperactive-cowboy · 1 year ago

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So that's the second chapter of the landoscar christmas series, I have literally no idea of how to make a link between this chapter and the first one, so if you want to read it then you'll have to search it yourself, but it is my last post so no big problem. You have probably realized it, but I got inspired to write this story by "All I want for Christmas", so the titles of the chapters are part of the lyrics. As always if you have suggestions or there are issues with the story don't be shy kidsss. Oh and if someone can tell me how to make the link I'd be grateful for my life. ENJOYYYY

Make my wish come true

Warnings: like one curse word at the start and one at the end (I don't even know if those are considered curse words), the littlest angst and fluff. Some words are translated with google because english is not my first lenguage. It's not beta read because I don't have the energy to do it right now as I had planned on finishing the series in 2023 but here I am.

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter 1, 2, 3

Summary: Max and Logan help Lando in his little gremlin plan to propose to Oscar during their christmas party.

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Max's phone rang in the exact moment his dream was at its climax, waking him up without letting him know the finale of it.

Max looked at who was calling at such an hour in the morning.

It was Lando. Then probably it wasn't important.

Max deactivated the sound and left the vibration on, trying to fall asleep again just to see the end of his dream, but the buzzing wouldn't stop.

With a mix of frustration and malcontent for his not-well-started Wednesday morning, Max took the phone and answered his best friend.

"What do you want" he asked abruptly

"'Morning sunshine, I also miss my best friend so much" Lando answered sarcastically and Max could perfectly picture in his head the wide tooth-gaped smile his best friend almost certainly had on his face.

"It's not a good morning when it starts like this" Max returned.

Lando, on the other hand, laughed at his friend's distress. Max knew that, sooner or later, he would've killed his best friend.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for your pain, but I've just got an idea" it surely wasn't a good start. Every time Lando said stuff like that, it didn't end well.

"Oh god"

"I want to propose to Oscar"

"OH GOD"

Suddenly Max was sitting on the bed, totally awake and vigile.

He didn't know what to say. Well actually there were too many things he wanted to say but couldn't choose which one to say first. Between the "when?" The"where?" and the "Why?"s.

Instead, his mouth (apparently not connected with his brain) deliberately and on its own expressed all his emotions at once.

"What the fuck"

"Yep it was pretty explanatory"

Neither of them knew how to behave. Obviously some people they both knew have got married before, but neither Lando nor Max have ever experienced a crazy idea like that.

"So… when?" The moment Max started to metabolize the news, he also began to like it in some weird way.

He knew the two have been together for some time and (at least for Lando) have also been pining over each other for even longer, so it was logical that one of them would've done the big step in a short time.

"Okay, well, that's my plan…"

Lando started to explain The Big Plan to his best friend, who was more excited every new sentence he heard.

Max had known him for so many years and has always thought of him as more immature and childish than other people their age, but he was sure Lando would've made the perfect husband to Oscar.

This train of thoughts continued and extended in every direction that included memories of Lando, the emotions took over him and made his eyes water a bit. But thinking about it, those words were good, he should've taken notes for his best man's speech.

"Let's recap it from the start once again" Max read on his phone. It was at least the 25th time Lando had asked him to repeat The Plan. He was sure he could've acted even other people's parts in the show.

"Dear god I only have to say yes when he asks me about the party" Max texted back.

"It's not difficult" then he added just to emphasize the pointlessness of Lando's worries.

"Don't you dare make fun of me I'm just anxious, it's normal I guess" Lando's answer arrived in no time

Max smiled to himself shaking his head. Some things never change, he thought while unfolding all the memories with his best friend and rewatching every time Lando acted anxious. There were a few.

"If your calculus are right, he's calling me in ten minutes, so maybe I should get ready to answer him?" Max asked, trying to find an excuse to not leave his friend on seen in this particular situation.

Lando texted just a "yeah you're right" and then left the chat.

Max sighed and closed his phone, just to get his hands on his face and rub his eyes.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" is the sentence Max and Lando have accorded for him to say, and he did it spectacularly. As if he hasn't repeated it for the past twenty minutes without a single stop.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asked him.

"But isn't Lando away?" He was trying really, really hard not to abruptly laugh and scream at Oscar's ear.

"Yeah, in fact we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore" Max thought he sounded a little exasperated.

He felt his lungs expand and contract without an order, his cheeks had become red and swollen, in his eyes there were tears for holding it back, but then he couldn't take it anymore.

Max let out a soft giggle, but that giggle meant to him like the most powerful and exorbitant laughter he had ever had, mostly because he felt (he could literally touch it) the importance of his position in there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there"

"K, thanks mate" Oscar sounded pretty hesitant with his answer. "And you can come with who you want" he then added.

"Great, thanks. Bye" Max hung up just right before exploding in what he thought was one of the biggest laughs of his life.

He didn't know the cause of this, but that situation was so funny to him. Maybe it was just the stress. Most probably it was just the stress. But why should he be stressed? It wasn't even his proposal. What would have happened when it was HIS time to take the big step? Max didn't even want to think about it for a minute.

He jumped back to reality and immediately opened his and Lando's chat to update him.

Max rang the doorbell of his best friend's house and waited for his best friend's boyfriend (and next-to-be fiance) to open the door.

"Never saw you awake this early"

Oh right! Oscar's humor was something he could never forget about.

"I'm happy to see you too" Max stated with the biggest smile stamped on his face. He patted the boy's shoulders with both his hands and looked him down, trying to imagine the guy with a different surname (something like Norris) and a different look (a smoking might be ideal, and maybe a golden ring on that finger could be even better).

"Yeah" Oscar mouthed with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression.

Max entered the house without needing a welcome. He treated it like it was his, he didn't care if the actual owner was okay with it. At least he could say the same happened every time Lando and Oscar were at his place.

"What are you doing here?"

If there was another person in the room, they could've heard three voices ask the same question at the same time.

"No no no. I asked you first" Logan yelled at Max getting up pretty fast from the couch he was previously lying on.

"Well yes man, but really why are YOU here" he repeated.

"I'm here to help Oscar. And you?"

"I'm too"

Max and Logan looked at each other with a slightly confused stare, narrowing their gazes and tilting their head to one side or the other.

Oscar cleared his voice behind them and just then he realized he couldn't tell Logan what he was about to. ("Well, actually I'm here to help Lando" would've been his response).

"Max, can I ask you to get away from my home? I already have enough help" The youngest boy looked exhausted. It must be tiring to project an event like this almost alone and with his boyfriend hundred of miles away from him.

He could not understand, but he surely could pity him.

"I'm very sorry Oscar, but I'm not leaving this house until tonight"

"Okay then" he looked more exasperated every sentence.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to"

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it" Oscar pointed out almost ironically.

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan, who has been silent the entirety of the time, had stepped in the conversation to support him, and Max couldn't be more grateful.

With all due care, Oscar left his house in his friend's hands and headed to work.

Max and Logan had only six hours and a half to transform that house into a HOUSE.

"So why are you here really?" Logan broke the silence, leaning on the shopping cart as he pushed it.

The two were at the mall searching for cute items and classic christmas stuff to hang here and there in the house to make it look more comfortable.

They have given themselves a specific and perfectly timed list to follow religiously: the times were calculated per second and the both of them had certain works to complete.

"Lando wants to propose Oscar tonight" Max let out.

"LANDO WANTS TO WHAT?'' Logan cried out in the middle of the cheese island, standing up like he was electrocuted and launching three slices of gruyere into the cart.

"SHHH why are you screaming?" Max whisper-yelled at him.

"Oh ya know? It's just my best friend getting married to yours, why aren't YOU screaming?" Logan replied in the same voice tone.

"I've already had my screaming session a week ago" he explained.

Max looked at his clock and calculated there were two minutes of delay in their schedule.

Logan looked around himself in disbelief, pinching his own cheeks to make sure he was not living a dream.

He looked at Max right in his eyes for the first time in their entire lives.

"Then we have to make sure we do the best of it" Logan stated resolutely, speeding even more than before, driving his shopping cart like a formula 1 car.

"You go bake the cookies, I'll get the house aesthetically ready"

Max nodded at his newfound friend and sprinted into the kitchen to prepare all the ingredients he needed.

Right after putting on his freshly-bought apron, his phone started vibrating.

Max boringly looked at the screen and would've even hung up, but noticing Lando's nickname on it, he thought it was preferible answering, after all that work.

He accepted the call and put on the speaker while calling Logan to make him participate at the "meeting".

"Everything's okay?" Lando's altered voice sounded more worried than Max had ever heard him.

He took a moment to appreciate the fact that his best friend was giving this plan all his soul. You could know how much he cared about Oscar (or generally about his loved ones, even if he didn't show it that much) just by hearing his preoccupied voice.

"Yep, we're almost ready" Logan answered, just as joyful as Max.

"Wait, who was that?"

"It's Logan. I know everything and I couldn't agree more with you on this decision" his face was stamped with a smile from ear to ear and his eyes shone brighter than the stars.

"Oh hey Log sorry, didn't know you were there too. Does he suspect anything?"

"There is absolutely no way he could. We were silent as a grave" Max answered, almost kicking his feet like a schoolgirl.

"Well then-" Lando's sentence start was interrupted by a not a little hasty Max, who was sure he was about to scream.

"Now that you have secured yours and our wellbeing, can we finish our work? We have a pretty full agenda to follow"

"Oh okay then, I'm halfway there anyways"

"Yeah yeah, you know where I keep my second set of keys" and without another word, he hung up the phone just as fast as they both came back to their respective jobs in the house.

"Hey that chocolate dough looks fantastic" Logan laughed entering the kitchen, looking at a totally covered in chocolate dough Max.

"Where? I thought I cleaned everything" Max responded.

Logan sighed and continued his laugh, then threw a clean kitchen towel at him, telling him where he was still dirty while taking a seat to taste what they had prepared during the evening.

"It's not that bad" he exclaimed, chewing the biggest bite of cheese and ham toast Max had ever seen.

Logan raised the volume of his phone when he heard the first bits of "Last Christmas" were playing.

By then, the trust between the two was near to the one in a years-long friendship, after all those hours spent together and a common goal in mind. For this sole reason, Logan felt confident enough to start singing his favorite Christmas song.

Max turned around with a shocked look. Not because Logan's singing skills were terrible, well not only because of this, but because he didn't think Logan was one to start singing around what was a stranger until a few hours before.

And again his emotions changed, his heart melting a little. Logan singing like this in front of him meant that he trusted him enough to show him his silly side.

Max decided to match his energy and start wiggling his hips and dancing a little around the room.

The two were so lost in the moment they couldn't hear the owner of the house entering firstly the place, and then the kitchen.

"What in the world you two?" Oscar looked totally agape.

Max and Logan fastly looked at each other and the american jumped between his best friend and his new one to try protecting him from any crazy action the Aussie could have done.

Max and Logan both knew Oscar wasn't one for physical contact, (everybody around him knew it) and because of it they were used to him never touching them. This was why, when they saw him coming this close so fastly, they were scared Oscar was about to stab one or both of them with a random pointy ornament found in the home.

It must've been a particularly shocking period for Max.

First Lando's announcement, then Logan's new friendship, and now a hug from Oscar.

"Thank you for everything" Max and Logan heard Oscar's muffled voice buried in their clothes and both moved a little because of the little gesture.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max assured him.

"C'mon now, there's people arriving here to party" Logan tried to lighten up the mood, receiving the tiniest and cutest laugh from Oscar.

"I don't think it's the worst idea you've had until now" Max whisper-screamed at his phone in his best friend's kitchen while everybody else, including Oscar, in the living room was living their best life.

It was at least the fourth phrase he had heard from Lando about what he thought could be the best starter of his proposal-speech.

"Well, at least not the weirdest" he continued.

"Ehy!" Lando laughed at him, but still his stress wasn't relieved, not even a bit.

Max, for the fiftieth time, didn't know how to act.

Like, what did he have to say? Something funny to let the pressure decrease? Or something meaningful to be That One friend for once?

He decided that saying nothing was the best option. For both, him and his friend. He was, actually, not a hundred percent sure about it, but on the spot he failed to think about anything better.

"I think it's better if I go now" Max admitted after a few moments of silence.

He received a "yeah" as an answer and immediately hung up.

Max was totally sure there were more mature things to do than he, seconds after, did. But, unfortunately, less mature things are usually the more spontaneous ones.

This is why, when his phone turned on again, seeing the new message from Lando and texted him back, the only natural thing to do that came to his mind was to start jumping and giggling, just like a schoolgirl.

He got only one thing not calculated in his mind: the fact that Oscar might be keen on entering his own kitchen for whatever reason.

So when he turned around to face the exit, he found there on the door an astonished Oscar staring at him.

Max couldn't tell what was open wider: Oscar's eyes or his mouth.

Anyway, he had to think about a not-too-much- suspicious reaction on the spot. And surely he had never been good at thinking on the spot.

That's the reason why the first thing Max did was rebuking him, closing the door on his face.

Just a single moment after he thought that maybe his actions were more suspicious than anything else he could have done.

With a worried expression folding his eyebrows, Max took his phone from the marble table's surface again and fastly texted to his friend he might have done something wrong.

"I'm here"

This was the message he had been waiting for the entire time, but now that Lando had sent it to him, Max was starting to get agitated again, knowing exactly what it meant.

"Is everything ready?" Was the following text he received, to which he answered with a "gimme 5 mins"

The only three things he had to do were: inform Logan, inform every other guest and prepare Oscar.

The guests heard the news with surprise and loving eyes, while Logan started to sweat a bit.

Last point on his list was to take Oscar in front of the entrance and then his work would be done perfectly.

But where the hell was Oscar? He had asked Liam, Max (the other one) and even Niran, but they knew less than him. So he searched in every room of the house, even the bathroom, but when he had knocked on the bathroom door, Logan's voice had answered him.

Max asked his and Lando's long time friend to text the next-to-be fiance and tell him to wait.

He tried to think about what could have happened: Lando would have rang the doorbell and Max would've opened the door instead of Oscar and Lando would've found his best friend instead of the love of his life in front of him (already on one knee and with the ring box open and about to repeat the speech he had been talking about for weeks) and then Lando would've asked him "what the hell?" and then he should have answered him with something like "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have lost your future husband, we apologize for the unease" and what could've been Lando's reaction to it all?

Max's morbius thoughts were taking such a part of his brain, he didn't realize Logan had taken Oscar all the way in the living room, just right before entering the entrance.

When Max turned around and saw him, immediately looked at his friend Niran, winking at him as a way to give him the signal for Lando to ring.

All the guests were ready with their phones in their hands, faking sending and receiving messages or searching for something on google. Actually they were all about to flash the lights of their phones to make the atmosphere, using the devices just like in the 70s they used lighters.

Except for Charles: he was the one in charge of recording the video, in fact he had the best position of sight.

Max got out of the kitchen as the doorbell rang and Oscar (in a new outfit) rushed to open the door.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced looking at the young Aussie.

From his point of view, Max couldn't properly see all the scene, so he moved through the tangle of guests to crouch down one step away from Charles.

From there, Max could see everything perfectly: Oscar's (flabbergasted, he might add) expression, the fabulous ring, and most importantly his kneeling best friend and the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face.

#f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #landoscar fic #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastrixlando norris #oscar piastri #f1 fic #logan sargeant #max fewtrell #max verstappen #f1 fluff #fluff

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xerith-42 · 10 months ago

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XER

Ik this isn't like- blurbs but uuh

Could you maybe possibly message your favoritest laurance simp [@shaddow-reblogz ] some good food?? If not, that is perfectly ok! Just want food

Darling @shaddow-reblogz, food for Laurance simps is something I am always happy to provide. How about we do a little self shipping silliness? That is to say this is me taking a daydream and putting it to paper for you sillies to enjoy. Happy Valentine's Day (no I didn't post this late shut up)

Reader insert doesn't have a directly spoken name and uses they/them pronouns.

Waking up on Laurance's chest has to be one of the best feelings someone can wake up to. Maybe it's because Laurance actually getting a nights sleep is a rarity, but honestly, it's seeing his peaceful expression that eases my worries the most. Such a peaceful smile on his face is one of the greatest reliefs I've experienced recently. I can hear his gentle heartbeat in his chest, and in spite of the cold nature of his skin, his hands wrapped around me provide an irreplaceable feeling of warmth.

It's as if he can hear that I'm awake, hear that I'm staring at him, because moments later his body stirs. His chest rises higher with his renewed breathing, and his heart rate picks up ever so slightly. His peaceful expression breaks into one of mild discomfort as his eyes slowly open. Even if they aren't the emerald green I fell in love with, the pale blue suits him. And I can see the way his relaxed expression breaks out into a soft smile, highlighting his dimples. It's almost unfair how cute he is. Almost.

"Good morning, my love," Laurance whispered softly.

"Morning," I whisper back, snuggling into his chest. I can feel him breathe in the moment, his hands pulling me in closer as he presses a kiss to the crown of my head.

"I don't recall falling asleep with you in my bed, but I'll never complain about such a thing." I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's because you got completely wasted last night and I had to drag your stumbling drunk ass back to the guard station." Laurance's chest moved with the gentle sound of his laughter. A quiet sound only meant for me to hear in this moment.

"My apologies for letting you see me in such a sorry state."

"Don't apologize. I found it quite amusing."

"Oh really?" A cheeky grin spread across my face as I pulled myself over so I was lying on top of him instead of on his side.

"It was cute to hear you go on and on about how enchantingly beautiful I am. Just with less grace than you usually have."

"Good to know I'm still a romantic when I'm drunk."

"You were quite the romantic. I wouldn't be surprised if you managed to flirt with every person in Phoenix Drop before the night was over." An embarrassed blush started to grow on his face.

"I-I didn't."

"You sure did." He slapped a hand against his forehead.

"Everyone?"

"Any pretty person who walked in front of you was subjected to your endless musings. It only got worse the more you and Dale drank." Laurance laughed again, still covering his face.

"Oh my Irene... Remind me to never get drunk again."

"Well that's no fun. Surely you can't swear it off entirely."

"If it means I don't make a fool of myself." I sat up and pried his hand away from his face, now close enough to kiss him as my head hovered above his.

"Laurance, darling, you're going to do that anyway."

"Thank you." Despite his tone dripping with sarcasm I still giggled and threw back a;

"You're welcome." Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. One kiss became another, and then another, and then he was bringing his arms around me and pulling me back into bed. And I almost let him. Laurance was addictive, just so much fun to kiss, especially when he wanted to get me to shut up.

I managed to push back and still sit above him, but that dazed look in his eyes made me want to go back for more. It is seriously unfair how attractive he is.

"I will say, it's the most relaxed I've seen you in a while. So don't throw it away yet, okay?" I begged gently, though with Laurance I knew it was never necessary. He was a complete softie, and always listened when I spoke to him in a voice this soft. I could see it in those lovestruck eyes before I was even done saying it. I could practically say the next words with him.

"Of course, my love," He replied.

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damagedintellect · 5 months ago

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Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 5 💌

Summary: You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes: I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,047 💌 <= Previous | Chapter 6 =>

You blinked you expected to hit the floor just like that time before, but you didn't. Craig caught you and walked away from the crowd of people before he put you down. "What is your deal and standing on tables? Did you not learn from last time?" You tried to get yourself another drink and he rolls his eyes at you. "Yeah I think it's time to cut you off" Craig said taking the cup from your hands. You tried to reach for it but there was no point you could barely stand and your legs were giving up on you. Maybe dancing on the table wasn't such a good idea after all. You pout at him but he just stares at you, he was not amused. You tried to stand up again struggling until Craig offered you a hand to help you. "(Y/n), you look like you're about to pass out. I think it's time for you to go home." you shook your head "Nu-uh it's time for you to go home. Besides I can't go home. We were supposed to have a sleepover at Bebe's but she went with Clyde somewhere and Weeeeendyyyyy's with Staaaaaaan." Craig dragged you into the kitchen it was clear that he was frustrated as he handed you a bottle of water "I still don't see why YOU can't go home."

You fumbled with the cap for a bit before Craig grabbed it from you "Give me that! God you're so annoying when your drunk." He said the last bit more under his breath than directed at you.

You didn't answer his question though, so he looked you in the eyes and talked patronizingly slow making sure he over enunciated to get the point across. You did not like his tone. "I still don't see how that's preventing you from going home" he opened the bottle and handed it back crossing his arms.

"Well mom" out of spite you took a sip of the water "Wendy and Bebe instructed me to get drunk and told me they'd hold on to my phone and my keys." you also made sure to speak almost too clearly as you took another sip "So I couldn't even if I wanted too" you smiled at Craig as you chugged the rest of the water holding the finished bottle to his face "Happy now?" you grinned as he rolled his eyes "Overjoyed." he motioned for you to follow him as he walked away but you just stood there not really sure how to work your legs. He turned around and groaned "You're coming with me." after you made no effort to follow him he walked back to you and knelt down beside you "Get on" You were oh so very confused but got on his back anyways. Is this what being tall felt like?

"Why? What are we doing?"

"We are going to find Wendy and I don't trust you to walk on your own, knowing you, you'd end up getting lost somehow. So just shut up and enjoy the ride before I change my mind" he sounded tired of your antics but was still deciding to help you? "Aw he cares." You think feeling a little bit giddy.

You wrap your arms around him pointing ahead shouting "Onwardz!" slurring the end of it with a shit eating grin before nuzzling into his neck. Craig was warm and smelled nice you probably could fall asleep like this. You were so relaxed you almost didn't hear him mutter "That's it, I'm going to kill you when you sober up." as he piggybacked you around looking for Wendy.

Eventually he found her talking with Stan who looked surprised as Craig approached. "I thought (Y/n) said you guys weren't dating anymore? Did you guys make up or something?" Stan said mildly slurring his words as he takes a swig from his cup. You held onto Craig a little bit tighter trying to keep it together after remembering what you saw in the hallway earlier. Craig shook his head and sighed, "We never were, let's be clear. Clyde said that Bebe asked me to keep an eye on her before they passed out because Wendy was supposed to be watching her but whatever," he rolled his eyes "(Y/n) said she gave you guys her keys and her phone." Wendy gave an apologetic look. She really did plan on watching over you but then Stan showed up and well you get the point. She dug through her pockets and pulled out your phone. "Sorry, I only have her phone. Bebe has her keys."

You grinned grabbing your phone to take a selfy with Craig who glared at the camera. You thought you both looked cute together. "No, delete that or I drop you" you sighed "Boo, you're no fun" He turns back to Wendy and thanked her before going off to find Bebe. You hugged him a little tighter before loosening your grip slightly before you blacked out.

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You felt comfortable, comfortable enough to fall asleep that was the last thing you remember as you wake up the next morning. Your head kind of hurt but you didn't want to open your eyes. You just cuddled into the blankets more, it felt warm and nice but something seemed off. Slowly opening your eyes you see that you're not in your room or at Bebe's. It seemed familiar, like you've been here before but you couldn't put your finger on it.

Where the heck are you?

You tried to sit up, the key word is tried, something was weighing you down, there was an arm holding you in place. You were in your underwear in bed with someone else. You carefully turned around to see who's bed you were in and you held your breath trying not to make any loud noise. Craig Tucker was sleeping next to you also nearly naked.

WHAT DID DRUNK YOU DO!?

"Okay think (Y/n), what happened last night? Did we fuck Tucker? There's no way right. I mean we both still have clothes on." You tried really hard to remember how you got here you really did but your thoughts were broken when Craig pulled you closer.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, you'd hate to admit he was kinda cute. Normally he would be frowning in annoyance or being an asshole so you never really noticed but right now, you can see why so many of the girls voted for him with Clyde's help or otherwise. You wanna touch his face, like is he even real? Maybe this was all a dream. You cup his face and rub your thumb over his cheek, it's really soft and warm. Craig shifts, nuzzling into your hand in his sleep before his eyes slowly open and you quickly retract your hand "Shit" you swear under your breath you didn't mean to wake him in fact you probably should have tried harder to leave.

"Morning" Craig mumbled as he shifted removing his arm from your waist to rub his eyes. He didn't seem bothered by you being there for once, it was kind of awkward "m-morning" you stuttered still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

"How are you feeling?" Craig just stares at your eyes it's weird you've never really thought that one could give too much eye contact but it felt like he was looking into your soul "I have a slight headache not too unbearable" you take a long pause waiting to see if he'll do anything but he doesn't "How did..." you trailed off it was probably a stupid question "D-did....did we...."

Craig frowns "You don't remember anything from last night do you" he sighs flatly patting your head. Why was he patting your head? "I had a feeling you wouldn't" he shifted to lay on his back looking at the ceiling. You tried your best to remember anything.

"I remember getting my phone from Wendy but that's it." Craig turned to you "Well Bebe had your keys and-"

"Hey Token" you guys ran into Token on the way back into the house "Are Bebe and Clyde still locked away" Craig hopped slightly feeling you start to slide down. You were phasing in and out almost forgetting to hold on. "Yeah why?" Token turns to look at you "Is (Y/n) okay?" you tighten your grip smiling as you press your face against Craig's while he nudges you with his shoulder "She's drunk, Bebe has her Keys and I was told to babysit" Token takes a sip of his drink nods "Ah I see, well good luck with that I think they're still down." you waved Token off as Craig walks upstairs and knocks on Clyde's door "Hey are you guys awake, (Y/n) needs her keys to go home" He paused waiting for a response on the other side of the door but you shake your head "hrmmmmmm, No don't wanna" Craig stopped to pull out his phone to try to call Clyde instead. You both heard it ring on the other side of the door but nothing happened "(Y/n) I don't care if you don't want to go home, you need to go home" He started knocking on the door again already out of ideas.

"Youuuuuuuu should go home" you giggled as you feel Craig getting frustrated "I'm TRYING to go home but I'm stuck here with you." you shrugged "Not eveeeen, just take me home with you." Craig stopped knocking and froze "What?" You cuddled into his neck again.

"Well they're not answering and I can't go home anyways so why don't I go home with you." Craig takes a moment to think about it and smirks at you "Can't wait to hear the rumors on Monday." *

"Then I said fuck it and took you here." Craig finishes with his usual uninterested tone only glancing at you for your reaction "Okay, that all makes sense but why are we half naked." Craig groaned already regretting bringing you over "Of course, you don't remember that either do you?" you tried to think about it a little but still, nothing was jogging your memory "Ah no, I don't." you shake your head at him

"Do you want the short version or the long version cause my throat is killing me."

"I'll take the short version but I might change my answer after you tell me."

"Well the short version is we're dating now." Craig just looks you in the eyes and you think this is the first time you've ever made real eye contact with him. Have his eyes always been this pretty? You thought they were black but when you're this close to him they're more of a navy blue and while you feel like you could stare at his eyes forever, just what the fuck did drunk you do. Craig snaps his fingers in front of your face

"Earth to dumbass"

"Okay yeeeeeeeah, I want the long version." Craig groaned while he ruffled his hair "I need water. This is so stupid." Craig hands you your phone and walks out of the room for a moment muttering "Why did I even agree to this." while you try to put the pieces back together. You try skimming through social media looking for clues. Apparently you danced on another table. Someone posted a video of you. You also found barrage of messages from Bebe.

-Hot blondes in your area-

3:23am- OMG I STILL HAVE YOUR KEYS!!! I'M SOOOO SORRY!!! Please tell me you went home with Wendy.

3:27am- Wendy's saying she's not with you. where'd you go >:?

3:32am- Those rumors tho, you and Craig are tots dating. Rumor has it you guys left together B)

3:35am- Apparently Craig left Clyde some messages. OOOoooOOOOoooOOOo~ scandalous

3:38am- Remember don't do anything I wouldn't do >;)

Oh sweet Jesus the rumors, you're dead Craig's getting ready to kill you. He's going to the kitchen to get a knife to kill you but he said you guys were dating now? You look through your camera roll and find the selfy Craig mentioned earlier. You were supposed to delete that but you didn't. He doesn't have to know you kept it you looked all cute and happy while Craig looked annoyed, it was a good picture of you both. There was also a video of last night that looks like it was filmed at Craig's house.

Craig came back before you actually clicked on the video and he handed you a water bottle and some meds for your headache "Aw so sweet, thanks honey." You more or less mocked him as he sits down at the edge of the bed. He rubs his face "Oh shut up you. Do I really have to explain the long version."

"I mean I would like the long version but if you're not capable, I guess I took a video?" Craig raises an eyebrow at you as you hit play

* It looks like you were about to sleep. Craig was already laying down with his eyes closed as you were trying to get both of you into frame. "Hey just a heads up I know you won't believe him in the morning" Drunk you gestures over to a very tired Craig "But you guys are going to be dating from now on, well fake dat-" Craig put his arm around you dragging you down on the bed "Just go the fuck to sleep." drunk you laughs at this "What already can't stand it-" *

The video ends with Craig reaching over to end the recording cutting you off mid sentence. You turn to Craig even more confused and he grumbles rolling his eyes "Okay fine"

*After you both left the party you were muttering "I was mostly joking, you don't have to. Honestly I thought you would have just left me passed out at the party. You're being so nice right now, you're going to be an asshole again when I wake up aren't you." your head was going a mile a minute you didn't have time to filter what you were saying because couldn't take the fact that Craig didn't answer you. He just kept walking until he got to his house which was only down the street. He unlocked the door and walked inside "My parents are out of town and my sister is at a friend's house this weekend. Can you walk yet?" you nod and he helps you off his back and stretches "You're heavier than you look." He yawns taking off his shoes. Normally you would have some sort of comeback but you couldn't think of anything. You struggled to get you shoes off making sure to take them with you before following him upstairs to his room. "You can sleep here, I guess I'll-"

You cut him off pushing past him to flop on his bed. You lay down like one of those french ladies that people be painting all the time. "You sly dog, there's only one bed" you say as you start to slowly undress wiggling your eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes at you "I know, that's why I was going to just sleep on the couch-" you cut him off again "But this is your room you should sleep here. I'm small so there should be plenty of room" before he could turn to leave you grab his wrist and pull him on the bed "Do you want me to get you a change of clothes." Craig said looking away from you. What was he even supposed to do in this situation. This is not how he pictured his night when Clyde asked him to come over. You shook your head glancing at your underwear "Nah, I like these they're cute." you see him peek at you before he ruffled his hair rather aggressively letting out a frustrated sigh as he started to disrobe as well "You'd probably freak out tomorrow if you are the only one not wearing clothes." he paused massaging his temples. He pulled back the blanket before laying down "I can hear the rumors now." he looked over at you "This is annoying."

You shifted and fiddled with the blanket "I-I'm sorry, I could leave." you sat up slowly but he grabbed your wrist and forced you back down "Sit your ass down you can stay. I already dug my grave by bringing you here." you looked like you were about to cry, you didn't want to be a burden but here you are. He noticed your eyes were starting to water before he let out another sigh "Fucken alright look, I don't give a shit if people think we're dating. At this point I don't think anyone really believes it considering the rest of the girls keep pestering me. You would think if rumor had it I was already dating someone they'd stop but no, Lola and her fucking gang won't leave me alone."

"So I'm not annoying?" he laughed "Oh no trust me you are but you're at least a part of the friend group I hang out with, it at least makes sense why people would think we're a thing, but fucking Lola? She thinks I'm cheating on her or some shit. I've been turning her down since middle school and she still doesn't catch the fucken hint." you tilt your head trying to make some sort of sense from this "Ever since you started hanging around more she thinks you're her competition and keeps avidly making it a point to get on my last nerves." he pinches the bridge of his nose continuing "Not to mention I get confessed too about 2-3 times a week because of that stupid list shit." You tried to follow along but your brain was all over the place trying to come up with some sort of solution because you were the technical center of the problem? Whatever the case you said the first thing that came to you.

"What if it wasn't just a rumor, like what if we actually started dating? She would have to leave you alone because you're taken right?" Craig blinks at you trying to process what you are saying "Where is this coming from, I thought you sobered up a little?" you shrug "Drunk or not is beside the point. She and, well, the rest of the girls are only bothering you because you're still single right?"

"I guess but-"

"So if we start dating they would back off for sure." you decided that it made perfect sense in your head meanwhile Craig was so confused he was at such a loss for words "Okay but one we hate each other and two didn't you say you have a crush on somebody?" you frown at the last bit thinking of Stan kissing Wendy. A part of you was happy for your friend but another part wanted to curl up and die for even thinking you had a sliver of a chance. "Yeah that crush thing didn't really pan out. Turns out he has a thing for someone else, that's kind of why I was drinking tonight er last night?" you lightly smack your cheeks together to get the thought out of your mind as you continued to ramble. "But I mean keep your friends close and your enemies closer, I'd be doing you a favor and I feel like being in debt to me would drive you crazy." Craig scoffed "Like you could even last long enough to drive me crazy. I bet you couldn't last one day as my girlfriend." you narrowed your eyes raising an eyebrow at him "Oh is that a challenge Tucker? We both know you would run out of patience before I would, that's not even a question. As your girlfriend I bet I can stand this relationship longer than you can."*

"Well shit, I guess we're dating now." you say nonchalantly staring back at Craig "I guess we are." you both took a moment staring at one another not really sure what to do.

"What happens now?" you asked Craig who was already on his phone "What do you mean?"

"Like do we have a back story yet, what do we tell people? How far are we going to sell this?" Craig finally stopped typing and looked up from his phone "The terms were until one of us breaks so," he holds out his hand "Anything goes?" you smile and shake his hand however you don't let go. You twist his hand and kiss it giving him a wink "Anything goes." Craig doesn't miss a beat he pulls your wrist so your face is inches from touching his. With his free hand he cups your cheek. You anticipated a kiss but instead he laughed and licked up the side of your face. He smiles wide and flips you off while you pull away in disgust wiping your face

"Oh, it's on"

#my sp brainrot is showing #south park imagines #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #x reader

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elmaxlys · 5 months ago

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Post High-Rise AU

for @normalsnails (i swear it gets Juoka at some point)

After they come back, the people the closest to God retain some of their powers (heightened senses, speed and strength, mostly, and accelerated regeneration. they tend to give strong static shocks, too). Since it's only a few of them concerned, it is something unknown from the large public. The clones stayed in the high-rise world with Tenma as Admin so the worlds don't merge.

When they came back it was chaos: some people had lost their homes, some people's partners have moved on, accepting them as dead, some were waiting with hope only to find that out of all the people who disappeared, only, like 15% came back. There are riots. They interview the adults who were taken and came back: they all let Yayoi talk, and she's not saying much. The only thing the public knows for sure is every single survivor is highly traumatized.

Yuri's cheery behavior falls as soon as she's not the face of the survivors. She falls into her parents arms and cries and cries and cries. She is left with extreme chronic fatigue, stomach problems and brain fog. She can't go back to school.

Rika does. He's older than his peers since he got taken mid school year. And everyone already knew him from before because it's people Yuri's age he's having class with so they all know him as Yuri's cool brother. But they also know he's come back from the other dimension and he's got that weird tension and intensity that make many people feel uncomfortable in his presence. He doesn't take up kendo again: he's afraid he'll accidentally kill someone. Of course he was fired from his part time job: who tf takes months off without notice? He doesn't look for a job for the time being. He wants to be more stable. Wants the news to die down, not to be immediately identified as one of the survivors.

Yuuka went back to South Africa (? i don't remember if it was said explicitly in the special so if it's not take is as a hc) to remove himself as much as possible as everything that happened. He starts working on his thesis again, drowning himself in his studies and tobacco to forget. But he can't. He still feels like he can hear Kuon's spirit talking to him - but she's not there. She couldn't make the trip. Wouldn't. He resents her for that. He clings to that resentment not to see what's underneath: loneliness. Fear. Grief. He doesn't call Rika. Doesn't pick up when he does.

So Rika gets more and more isolated. He still dreams of Yuuka and Yuri dying. He dreams of killing himself, too. Of getting killed. Of Takeda dying in front of him. Of all the people he's crushed with his hammer. He keeps himself awake at night so he doesn't have to see that. He somehow maintains his grades. He clings to his dream of getting in law school but he feels no real drive anymore.

There are support groups made for survivors. Most of the people who join were somewhat passive survivors. None of the higher powers feel legitimate to go. Yuri can't move, anyway. Nise is too busy trying to survive. Ein too, she doesn't remember her past. She doesn't know if she should start looking: she identifies by the sword, now. And Rika... Rika needs to take care of someone so he goes.

His presence is reassuring for the people. He was always the steadfast one. The one who protected them, cooked for them, took care of the building they had all converged to. And Rika needs to feel depended on or he'll break, just like when Yuuka left and he recreated himself as a big brother for Yuri instead. So he goes. He brings pastries. He listens but doesn't talk much. He knows people feel better by the simple fact he's sitting there with them. He feels guilty about that.

He needs to talk, though. And to let out the stress. He considers smoking - but he doesn't. He calls Yuuka - but Yuuka doesn't answer. He talks to Yuri - but she falls asleep mid-conversation. He wants to talk to his parents - but they look so tired and afraid. He wants to ram his head against the wall and open his scar up - but the one time he did, the wall broke.

So he calls Juo.

When they had come back, Juo had left almost immediately. He had kept himself on the line after Yuri had saved him but didn't do any effort either. The only people who interacted with him were Rika and Haruka, much to the dismay of her father, still traumatized by the brainwashing. Azuma was pretty isolated too, tho, due to his betrayal, so he couldn't say much to Haruka about Juo.

Juo hadn't cared about the eyes on him, surveilling his every movement. He could deflect bullets and everyone knew that. He could break sword blades with his bare hands and everyone knew that as well. He could brainwash you. He could steal your powers. He could do so much. So no one bothered him either: if you attack him, he'll retaliate - and who knows if he won't change his mind about not killing if you so much as bother breathing too loud next to him? Juo doesn't give a crap but they don't know that.

Since the beginning, Juo only cared about Rika. And once the Administrator was taken care of, that crossed that vengeance off. So truly, he only had eyes for Rika. Haruka was fun to have around too - she liked to nap on his lap for some reason. When they had found the other world where Taisei had fled to, Juo had stayed behind to look over the bodies of the ones who were sent as clouds: most of their top fighters were gone after all. Rika had still dispatched his angels to keep an eye on him - and their bodies.

The worlds had merged, they found another, stuff happened, an agreement was reached with Tenma and after yet another merging, Yuri left the Administrator role to her clone - and they were all returned to Earth.

He went back to his previous life. His bike was stolen, of course - and his room was rented to someone else. All he had left was the little money he had on his account, his body - minus one eye - and his connections. He went to see people. Got hired as a fighter in illegal scenes. Got a decent reputation. Rented a room above a brothel run by a woman he had met when he had ran from home the first time. She hired him as security, but he still fights on the side: he needs the high of fighting.

One day he gets a call from an unknown number. He always picks up, so he does this time as well. It's Rika.

That night, Rika meets with him at the arena. Juo doesn't fight that day but it's noisy, it's dark, they can talk, they can get violent if needed. It's perfect apart from the fact it's not a neutral ground and clearly Juo's turf.

Rika doesn't ask how it's going. Juo can clearly see it on Rika's face. Rika is tense, but when is he not? Juo is just as relaxed as he's always been. Rika says he needs to let off steam. Juo smiles. Rika says one punch from him can still kill someone. Juo holds back during his fights, but some opponents still died. Rika looks at him straight in the eye and says "I want to fight you." Juo doesn't turn him down.

They find a secluded area and they go all out. Rika gets out with a broken fist and a bleeding face but for the first time in a long while he feels like he can breathe. They sit in the rubble for a long time, breathing hard as the sun starts to rise.

"Sometimes I feel like it would have been easier if we stayed back there."

It escapes him. He doesn't really think it - he knows it's much safer here. He knows it was horrible and made him do horrible things. But he can't shake the feeling that Earth is the place that is wrong, now. He's made for somewhere else, what with the freakish strength he exploded the pavement with this night again.

Juo says nothing. Rika isn't looking at him so he doesn't even know if he's listening. He buries his head in his hands. He can't do this anymore. He has no aggression left in his body (for now) but the tension is back. He says it. "I can't do this anymore."

"Then don't," comes the response.

Rika turns to Juo, caught by surprise.

"Do whatever the hell you want. No one can stop you, anyway." He smirks. "Except me."

Rika can't help the smile he feels appearing on his lips. "I don't even know what I want - I'm not sure I want anything anymore."

"Well today you wanted to fight: so you fought. Tomorrow you go through the same process. And the day after." He shrugs. "That's the only way worth living."

So the next day Rika calls him again. And they fight bloody again. And the day after that Rika calls him again. And they get drunk and Rika spills it all about his nightmares. And the next day Rika doesn't call but he's waiting for Juo at the end of his shift. He watches him fight. They kiss after Juo's victory. It tastes like iron and alcohol. Their mouths are bloody.

Rika isn't okay. Everyone can see it. He still shows up to the support group, but with busted lips, or a black eye, or wearing a brace. His grades are still up but he sleeps in class. He accidentally breaks PE equipment. He barely eats. Still cooks, tho. He brings Yuri her plate and he sits next to her. His words seem to have stopped. So Yuri tries to fill the void. She's texting Nise, these days. She's doing fine, apparently. She found a job.

They start playing video games again. They can play one round or two before Yuri can't anymore. She falls asleep in front of their favorite animes and Rika carries her to bed. His knuckles are bruised but he's careful not to put blood on her. He finishes his homework.

The people at school now openly avoid Rika. He meets bad people. Gets up to shady business. Sometimes a biker comes to pick him up. Leather, tattoos, long hair, cigarettes... Not the kind of guy you want to get involved with. Yet Rika - former model student Rika - meets him with a smile.

One day someone sees them kissing: in a week, everybody knows. Rika doesn't care anymore. But someone tells Yuri. And Yuri doesn't know if she should talk to Rika about it. He has said nothing about meeting with someone, but the only times he stays out he comes back all beaten and bruised. She's worried.

Rika graduates. Gets into the school he wanted. He has stopped trying to contact Yuuka. The hat he used to cherish so much is full of dust in his closet. He wonders if he should move out. He doesn't want to leave Yuri but he needs to get away from their parents.

One day, an acquaintance of Juo, and he has really few good acquaintances, picks a fight with him. Rika is too used to fighting with Juo with no restrictions. He doesn't pull his punch.

He spends the next week throwing up. Takeda's image superimposes with the one of the guy he killed that night. He needs to get away. He can't. He has Yuri, classes in a few days, the support group meeting every Wednesday. He runs cold, then unbearably hot. His fingers are numb.

Juo calls first. Rika's hands are trembling as he picks up.

A few hours later, someone rings at their door. The parents are at work. Rika doesn't leave the bathroom. Yuri opens the door. It's Juo. She hasn't seen him in a year but he looks like he's doing fine. "Where's Rika?" he asks. And she understands many things, suddenly.

She leads him to the bathroom. They can both hear him cry. Yuri knocks at the door. "Rika?" He's throwing up again. She tries opening the door and thankfully he didn't lock it. The place where he's holding the toilet has caved under his hands. They're bleeding, cut by the shards.

They patch him up. They sit him on his bed. Juo stands back to the door, arms crossed. Yuri is kneeling in front of Rika as he tells her what happened. How he feels every life he's taken on his fingers, weighing on his hands.

He leaves with Juo. He brings the minimum: it's not like Juo's room has a lot of space anyway.

He sleeps for two days straight. He constantly feels cold. Or too hot. No in-between. He doesn't fight with Juo anymore, he just asks him to fuck him into oblivion. He doesn't get out of the room. He does answer Yuri's calls, tho.

"I want to die," he whispers one day, and he hears Yuri cry on the other end.

Yuuka calls. Rika doesn't pick up. "I got my doctorate :)" is the text that comes soon after.

And that reminds Rika of that old promise they made. He fights the urge to type "you win" and just says congrats instead.

He starts fighting Juo again. Everything he was feeling up until now shifts to become rage against himself. He screams his lungs out. He's bleeding again. And it hurts, but in a good, controlled way. And when he kisses Juo, both their mouths bloody, for the first time in a while, he's smiling.

He'd killed before. He'd kill again. He'd seen death from way too close and he had her on speed dial. But he had a tether anchoring him down. You could see the bone of his bruised knuckles, fingers tangled in thick black hair, leaving trails of blood all over his lover who did the same right back at him.

#after 'in this world' or yuuka breakdown: the fic #please welcome...#rika breakdown: the fic #ts fic #honjo rika #juo #juoka #featuring also #honjo yuri #tenkuu shinpan #my writing #i guess #self harm tw #ask to tag

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jazz-the-writer · 8 months ago

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Drunk Nights & Desperate Kisses

Mafia Maid Service short Story -Bang Chan NSFW-

this was originally named Drunk Mafia chan Idea in my drafts and there were like 2 comments demanding another chapter for this on AO3 is why I am posting this. For my fic's I think if goes without being said they're explicit and mature content only? idk I see warnings on other fan fic posts and I never really do that for my stuff cause I wanna say for the most part you kinda have to be looking for my stuff to find it... anyway if you haven't read my fics before

text like this means they're speaking in korean.

He gets home late one night drunk aF and all he wants to do is stuff his face in her chest and bitch about how all the guys were annoying and all he wanted to do was come home and stuff her with his cock, but he’s too drunk and emotional and all he wants now is to cuddle her and breathe in her scent and listen to her heart while she plays with his hair and he only gets like a demanding five year old when he’s drinking.

The sound of a loud pounding on the door is what woke me up. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, the warm shower I took after cleaning the house is what made me feel cozy enough in my pajamas. I had planned to watch a movie while he was gone and the screen was still. Not even ending credits were scrolling it was just suggestions for the next pick. The pounding in the door sounded louder and that was when I stumbled out of my seat and went for the door. A chilly wind from outside waking me up more as I saw Chan with his arm slung over the shoulders of another man. He was quiet and to the point, asking if I could take care of the rest, as he handed Chan off to me. After the door closed I couldn’t help the squeak of surprise at the feeling of Chan taking a deep breath in at my neck. He seemed heavier in his drunken state, pressing me against the door, nuzzling into my neck.

“Smells’o good”

“I think it’s best if we get you to bed”

I honestly tried, practically begged him to let me take him to bed. Some way or another he kept finding a way to change our course. He’d lick at my neck or grab at my backside while I stumbled to take him to his room. Instead he lead us to the couch, sitting in my spot and tugging me on top of him, he pulled me in and kept taking in deep breaths. I had tried my best to hold back the noises as he traced over my chest with his lips and tongue. The nights had gotten hotter and tonight was especially hot. He made it difficult to avoid his mouth and the thin pajamas I had on were no help. It was when his teeth bit into my skin that I let a whine out and bucked my hips into his.

“Tha’s M’good girl”

“Chan please”

It was no use, my body betrayed me, he had me whining and moaning as he marked me. His lips were a dark pink from all that he had done. I only saw them after he pulled away from another mark he’d left. My eyes teared up and I was whining for him to stop. He stared up at me with his glossy eyes. why did he look so innocent?! He had been anything but innocent with his mouth. His tongue had left a trail that I was still trembling from. Here he was staring up at me, begging me to fold, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to his warm mouth. He was so needy, his hands gripped at me tighter, while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way. I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip, his hands grabbing at me, he was pulling me in closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his hips, he tasted like liquor, I’ve only seen him drunk a few times before this. He didn't usually go out drinking, at least not that I had noticed, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The first time was before we had sex, he had stumbled into my room and shook my bed, he had begged me to make him some ramen. Looking back at the memory it was very obvious that he had been staring at my body. He was even a little overly thankful like a five year old when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Hugging me while he nuzzled his face into me repeatedly saying’ thank you’. It made me giggle back then. His needy and sloppy kiss is what pulled me back, an embarrassing string of saliva connecting us, after pulling away from him my hand quickly went up to wipe at my mouth. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me swallowing the desperate whine I let out, and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that baby girl. M’not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected. It felt like there was a prominent shift in the dynamics, he seemed more demanding and less focused, there was a more primal urge to him.

“I don’t care, I just- I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, he was more unfiltered and his grip so much tighter. He was more unpredictable, forcing a small gasp from me as he gripped on to me and stood up, he was mostly steady for the walk and I tried my best to not distract him. My arms were around his shoulders, before he found the small hallway table and dropped almost everything off to set me down and mouth at my neck. His fingers traced over my thighs while he bit down onto my neck and left sloppy marks on me. It wasn’t long before he picked me up again and forced another squeaky noise from me. The walk to his room was more of a stumble as he fell to the bed on top of me, tugging off my clothes as best he could, he was surprisingly more impatient and whiny when he got like this. The last time he got like this I ended up with most of my clothes undone and his head pressed flush to my almost naked chest. He had laid his body completely on me and his arms were around my back while I held him and played with his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not by the drool he’d left on my skin when we woke up. It hadn’t bothered me, I had no idea how cute I thought it was until I was giggling to myself while I wiped it away with my shirt. The next thing I knew I was the one walking out looking messy while he made breakfast in just his tank top and sweats.

This was different, he seemed more interested in taking off more than he did last time, his mouth pressed a deep kiss to my lips before he slipped down to mouth more at my neck. His hands were more rough when he tugged at my clothes and gripped at my skin. I couldn’t help the small moans and whines from the delicious pain he left. He bit down on my hip before tugging at my shorts, there was a sting of pain and I heard the fabric rip as he pulled on them, his hands worked at the clothing before tossing it onto the floor. His warm hands soothed the sting of his harsh movements as he fit himself between my thighs. He hadn’t made it this far last time and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. His mouth felt warm, his tongue licked at me carefully, he seemed different now that he was between my legs. In my attempt at control I tried to hold back the small noises I made. His hand pressed flat to my abdomen and I could feel myself trembling at the feeling of his tongue inside me. His soft hair tickling my thighs, I couldn’t control the whine that left me, his mouth slowed down. A long drawn out moan leaving my throat, it felt like he was savoring the taste of me, my hands moved to hold him by his hair. His tongue slipping out to lick at my clit I couldn’t help the whining, the filthy noises his mouth made against me, I tried to stop myself. I desperately tried not to call out his name, his hands holding my hips in place, his tongue making everything so wet.. My hands hadn’t been in his hair long before he pulled away and bit down on my hip again. The familiar sound of his belt coming undone had made my skin go cold. His warm mouth finding mine in a filthy kiss, my taste still on his mouth, while his fingers pushed into me. He pulled away only to press his forehead into my collarbone before I felt his warm and heavy cock pushing into me.

“Fuck, m’so hard, baby I dunno if I can last long. You feelso good”

The moment happened so fast before I could process it. His teeth practically sunk into my collar bone, one hand slithering up my torso to gather my wrists and pin me down, one of his hands slid down to grip at my thigh. He had never been so forceful and it had me writhing in a dizzy mess of delicious pain. His hips rocked into me quicker, his mouth marking me while I continued to whine out for him, I was struggling to breathe. A loud smack in the air, the rough way he pulled away from me had somehow brought tears to my eyes. His gaze on me was glossy and he had slowed his hips almost to a stop. I felt overwhelmed and his gaze made the burning in my chest so much more intense. He watched as I gasped and struggled to move my hips toward his. I craved for his warm finish, he stared at me so intently that I couldn’t read him, even now his stare was blank and seemed like he was hiding something. His forehead pressed to mine as he pushed deep into me while I arched my hips into his. The brush of his lips on mine, the warm breath teasing me, he hadn’t kissed me in so long.

“Tell me what you want baby, can’t help if you don’t say anything”

I had not been above begging even so it was embarrassing to do so, I’d never admit to it, but I loved his kisses. There was no hesitation once he asked me to beg. In a desperate voice it was all I could to muster ‘kisses’, ‘want you’, ‘want your kisses’ all while whining and wriggling my hips into his. I could hear him but in the moment all I was focused on was the loud pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears. In my daze of pain and pleasure his low hum of ‘I love it when you beg Fr’me’ it didn’t take more than a few more thrusts. His thumb rubbed lazy and pressured circles into my clit while he drank in my moans and whimpers. In a high pitched whine I came all while he stayed close to me, his lips still close to mine after I gasped into his kiss. He had whimpered and trembled into me, his breathing shaky as he hid his face in my neck, only a deep sigh from me as I felt his warmth inside me. I trembled into him and I felt the sting in my wrists as I tried to get a hand free. He tightened his grip as he came, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing around him, he was still so hard inside. His grip fell away from me as he grabbed at my hips and lazily rolled to his back and brought me with him. My wrists felt sore as I pressed my palms to his chest. I couldn’t help it as I continued to tremble and rock my hips into him. My vision was blurred through my watery eyes and my chest heaving as I shakily laid on his chest. My body was spent, my muscles were on fire, the marks he made were what felt the most painful. He kissed at the top of my head and I nuzzled into his damp chest.

“I want you again” his words came out in a pant, before I could reply with how tired I was, he sat up abruptly. A whine of pain leaving me, my thighs burned, everything was still so sensitive. He had been so eager he didn’t realize how rough he had been with me until the moment he looked down at me. His fingers brushed over his marks on my neck and chest. The bruises on my thighs and wrists were still so fresh the skin just looked red and irritated.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He held my hand in his as I hid my face in his chest. Thinking of what to respond with when all I could remember is how much I enjoyed it. It was embarrassing to admit and say it out loud, but then he had me repeat it, the smug look on his face as he stared me down while I said ‘I liked it’ made me want to smack him. All the energy had left my body after everything we did together.

“I want you again too, but I’m so tired.” He pressed his forehead to mine with the same smug smirk on his face as he said ‘I can wait’. He’d rolled us around and fixed the sheets. I thought I’d have time to recover and his hand on my hip had been comforting until I felt his fingers spreading between my thighs. My abdomen was sore and I couldn’t help but rock into his fingers. I knew as soon as I felt his body inch closer he’d want to keep going.

What is he doing to me?

What am I doing with him?!

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Kay so this was a very short update. I wanted to do more but I feel like it’s good this way. Of course they had another messy morning and maybe Chan got lucky again who knows? All I know is that all they want to do is know each other, but one think keeps coming in between them actually making any progress, the fact that Chan is so secretive that all he can bring himself to share with her is his body. Y/n is too indecisive and the only thing she really knows is she wants him to have her in every way possible.

Ehh who knows.

There is most definitely an actual plan for a second chapter but it needs so much more work. This is so short but it still took me forever I’m sorry :,)

Also I’m trying to finish and edit a different story I’m thinking it’ll either be my Mafia Changbin or my artsy college boy Hyunjin. We’ll see. I hope this was enough for the two people that commented they wanted more. lol thanks for the comments and reads guys.

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