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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 years ago

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Stuff of Fairytales Part 2

Bucky Barnes x female plus size reader

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It wasn’t supposed to exist, a fairytale, something out of the most depraved erotic novels, but it’s hard to debate when it’s in your system and making you want to fuck the life out of your best friend.

Warnings: SMUT, dub-con due to sex pollen, self-deprecating thoughts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, violence, fuck or die situation, cheating, Sam Wilson is a great friend, reader is low-key gay asf, unprotected sex, rough sex, jealous!bucky, mutual pining, reader and Bucky are idiots, swearing, porn with probably too much plot, pregnancy, slight breeding kink, pregnant reader, discussions of abortion, guilt

Minors DNI

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Part 2

Guilt

The worst part about watching your best friend start to fall in love with someone else is the fact that you know you had your chance but threw it away over some trivial thing.

Bucky watched from afar as Y/N took her comfort from Sam. They were now the two avengers that were attached at the hip, constantly together, constantly touching. The way she and Buck used to be. He watched her smile at him, run to him after missions, they even slept in the same room most nights.

Bucky never saw the fear and sadness in her eyes, he never saw through her fake smiles, never heard the violent fits of sobbing every night, or the bouts of sickness each morning.

Y/N was pregnant and it was definitely Bucky’s. She had no clue how he had managed to beat her birth control, probably a combination of his super soldier genes and the pollen. But here she was, clutching the test to her chest, the little screen telling her what she instinctively already knew.

“Babydoll? You in here?” Sam called out from the hall. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. please open the door for Sam.” He stepped in the room cautiously. “What’s going on, kid? You haven’t come down for food yet and I know how much you love my cooking.” Y/N couldn’t even bring herself to smile at her friend, only thrusting the test into his hands. “Oh my god. Who’s is it? Y/N?” She shook her head, letting her tears fall again. “Bucky.”

A range of emotions passed over Sam’s face, shock, disbelief, confusion and then anger. “What happened? It was that mission right, the one both of you refuse to talk about. Did he hurt you?” “I made him.” Sam cupped her jaw. “Talk to me.”

“We went into a room to get the data and I had a bad feeling but we kept going. The doors locked and some kind of gas was pumped in the room. It,” she swallowed, trying to collect herself, “it made me beg him to have sex with me. I was in so much pain, and it kept getting worse. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I made him sleep with me, I made him cheat on his girlfriend, now they’re separated. It’s all my fault. I should’ve pushed him away, should’ve stayed away from that room. I don’t know what to do, Sam.” He didn’t know what to say, only held her closer, letting the girl sob into his chest.

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“Buck, what in the hell is going on with you?” Steve was leaning against the doorframe, looking at Bucky sparring with the specially designed punching bags with so much force, he was almost breaking them. “Nothing.” He grumbled. “Bullshit. You’ve been in a foul mood for three months. Does it have to do with you and your doll breaking up?” Bucky actually growled. “Just leave it alone, Steve.” “Or does it have to do with Sam sleeping with Y/N?” The soldier’s metal fist punched straight through the bag, sand spilling everywhere.

“Stop. Talking.” “No. You need to suck it the fuck up. It doesn’t matter who Y/N is seeing, she isn’t yours. You refused to ask her out, remember! You gave me that whole speech about how she deserves better than an ex-Hydra puppet who was old enough to be her grandfather after that undercover mission where she kissed you to keep your cover. Which was complete bullshit by the way. That girl loved you with all her heart and you chose to break it, you don’t get to decide who she starts to see. Sam is good for her, he can take care of her the way she needs. So suck it up and deal with-” “I slept with her!” Bucky interrupted.

Steve blanked. “You slept with Y/N?” He sounded genuinely confused, “When?” Bucky slumped. “That mission we went on a few months back. We got locked in a room and they exposed us to a type of pollen that increases your sex drive to a point where if you don’t have sex, your brain over-heats and you die. She begged me. I had to.” Steve laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“She, fuck. She warned me that something felt wrong about the compound. I should’ve listened to her but I just wanted the mission to be done. I could’ve resisted but I just gave in and used her. I saw the bruises a couple days after we got back. I hurt her bad Steve. She can’t even look at me anymore.”

Bucky slid down the gym wall, head in his hands. “You’re right, it is my fault. But she’s with someone better now. Someone who can really take care of her the way she needs. I just need time to mourn.” Steve rested his hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be ok, Buck. You need to find a way to move on from this.” The distraught man nodded, making the other sigh in relief before leaving him alone again.

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Y/N held Sam’s hand in a vice-like grip. Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it would come right out of her chest. Sam was whispering positive reinforcements in her ear, telling her stupid jokes to try and distract her.

The door to the white room that smelled like ethanol swung open and a woman in white walked through. Y/N didn’t hear a word she said, only stared at the shiny instruments on the table next to her. In her life, she had faced countless evils, fought some of the most villainous people, even stood her ground against a titan hell-bent on destroying half the universe but this was the hardest and scariest thing she has ever had to do.

She remained silent as the doctor asked Sam if he wanted to stay, and he turned back to her, the words coming out of his mouth were white sound. Y/N stared at the rubber gloves being pulled on by the doctor. The words spilt from her throat like vomit. “I can’t. Sam I can’t. I want to keep them please. I don’t care who their father is, I want to have this baby.” Sam smiled gently, wiping away her tears. “It’s ok, it’s your choice baby girl. I’ll support you know matter what.” He took over then, asking about vitamins and appointments.

Sam held her hand tightly as they left the clinic, he helped her into his car, making sure she was buckled in. He turned to her before he started the engine. “Y/N, I’ll do whatever it takes to help and protect you and this baby. I’ll even marry you if you want them to have a father. I know we don’t love each other like that, but I’ll do whatever you need.” She smiled for the first time that day and kissed his cheek. “I don’t think we’ll need to get married, but I think I will need their favourite uncle.” He grinned broadly. “Well then Momma, let’s get you some food and then home for a rest.”

The car ride home was filled with Sam serenading her. Marvin Gaye rang through the speakers, Y/N kept smiling, hand resting protectively on her stomach. As they drove back to the Avengers compound, her heart felt lighter. She had her baby and Sam and that was enough. “I’ll need to tell Steve and Fury. I can’t go on anymore missions.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Do you want me there?” Y/N shook her head. “No, I think I’ll be alright. You never know, being stuck on desk duty might be good for me.”

Natasha was leaning against Y/N’s door, scowling. “Um hey Nat. How can I help you?” “You and I need to talk.” She pulled the younger girl into her room, slamming the door before Wilson could follow. “When were you going to tell me about you and Barnes?” “What? First off, there is no us. Second, how did you know?” “Steve and Bucky are very loud.” “Well that answers none of my questions.”

The Black Widow glared at her. “Fine, it was on the mission, we ingested that sex pollen stuff and we had to or we would die.” Her eyes went wide. “Holy shit, are you ok? That stuff can be nasty.” She shrugged. “I’ll be better in about 6 months,” Natasha gave her a quizzical look, “I’m pregnant.” She immediately brought the younger Avenger into a hug. “You’re ok though, have you got a plan?” “Yeah I do. Sam’s been supporting me, and I hope you will too. This kid will need their aunt Natasha.” “Are you going to tell him?” “I’m not sure yet if I’m being honest. I probably should. But I’ve gotta talk to Fury and Rogers first.”

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Bucky was blatantly ignoring Y/N as she sat across from him. His eyes were straight forward staring intently at Steve who was chatting with Fury. The Winter Soldier had been ignoring Y/N for just about two months now, ever since his talk with Steve, his anger flaring every time he spotted her and Sam together. It was like Y/N wasn’t affected by what happened on that mission, she just kept being her happy self.

“Alright avengers, we’ve got some news.” “You’re going to stop calling pointless meetings when this could’ve just been an email.” Tony slid his sunglasses down his nose. Rogers sighed. “No. And we all know you would ignore the email anyway. There’s some missions coming up, everyone will get their assignments tonight but as you’ll notice, Y/N isn’t on any of them, that’s cause-” “She’s finally realised she’s not strong enough to be an avenger.” Bucky grumbled.

Y/N sat stiff in her seat, eyes quickly filling with tears. “Barnes. That’s enough.” “No it’s not. She’s consistently fucked up missions and intel. She makes mistakes all the time that could lead to one of us getting killed!” Y/N was in shock. She had expressed her own insecurities about being an Avenger to Bucky when he first arrived but now he was using them against her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Her anger was rising, the air seemed to be alight with her fury, “You don’t get to say that. That last mission was your fucking fault. I told you something was wrong but you kept pushing. But no, I’m not leaving the avengers, I’m being put on desk duty. And before you say anything else, it’s not because I’m a shitty agent. I was going to retire, but I thought my expertise would still be needed. It’s because I’m pregnant.” She slammed a sonogram photo on the table and strode out, head held high.

“You’re a real piece of shit, man.” Sam shook his head and followed after her, fully prepared to deal with a crying woman. “So Wilson knocks her up and we now have to deal with it?” A knife lodged itself in the wall next to his head. “Keep talking Barnes, see what happens.” “Oh shut up Natasha, it’s obvious that she never even had feelings for me if she went and got herself knocked up by bird brain.”

“Bucky! Enough! It’s your baby! You got her pregnant on that mission. And now I’m ordering you to stay away from her. We will be transferring her and Sam to a different facility so she can give birth in peace.” Steve’s face was flushed, his blue eyes glaring at his best friend. The avengers filed out of the room, leaving him with his thoughts.

His baby. The woman he’s been in love with for years was pregnant with his kid. And he basically just called the mother of his kid a slut. He sprinted through the compound, trying to get to her. “Sergeant Barnes, you are not permitted to enter this wing.” A metal door slammed shut in the hall in front of him. “What the hell… Let me in! I need to see her!” His fist slammed against the vibranium, almost reminiscent of that mission. “If you continue to resit your orders, I will have to use force to get you to stop.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued. Bucky didn’t stop, even successfully putting a large dent in the solid wall. “Deploying now.” A sharp needle went into his neck. “Wha did ya do ta me?” His voice was slurred. “I’ve given you a tranquilliser to keep you from destroying the facility…” Bucky didn’t hear anything else, the blackness at the edge of his vision slowly closing in on him.

The bright lights lined Bucky for a moment as he tried to open his eyes. “I told you to stay away from her.” He tried to raise his arms to shield his eyes but was stopped by something tying his wrists down. “Why am I restrained?” His mouth was incredibly dry, his voice raspy. “Because we needed time to get Y/N out of the building without you interfering.”

“She’s pregnant with my kid. I have a right to talk to her.” “You really don’t,” Steve sighed, “You’ve made it very clear that you want nothing to do with her. And the emotional damage you’ve been inflicting on her is dangerous for the baby.” “Let me see her, Steve.”

“No. You don’t get to see her. Sam does. He’s been with her the whole time. He went with her when she wanted an abortion. He made sure she took her vitamins and ate healthy while you stewed in your own self-pity. I told you to move on. That didn’t mean ignoring her and insulting her every chance you got. That meant talking to her, clearing the air and being friends again. You need to grow up, James.” Bucky’s breath was caught in his throat. “She wanted to kill our baby.” Steve’s eyes went dark. “It’s her body. She had a choice. That baby was conceived in messed up circumstances and she did what she felt she needed. You can bet your ass that Sam will do everything in his power to protect her from you. It’s her choice whether she lets you see the baby. Give her space and if she gives you a chance, you get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness.”

Steve left the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Bucky to absorb everything he had done, tears running down his cheeks.

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The new apartment Tony had given her was beautiful. Y/N sighed happily as she overlooked the city, hand resting on her overly large bump. “This’ll be good for us. You have some amazing aunts and uncles that love you so much. We’re all you’ll ever need.” Her due date was coming soon and she had been eternally grateful for her friends. But she still had a gnawing feeling in her stomach. She needed to talk to Bucky.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you call Sergeant Wilson?” “Yes ma’am.” Y/N nervously played with her fingers while she waited for Sam to pick up. “Hello baby mama! What can I do for you?” “I um, I want to talk to Bucky but I want to know what you think.” Sam sighed before answering. “I think you need to do whatever you need for peace of mind. I personally would like to go and just beat the crap out of the old man but I’ll hold off for you.” “Do you think you could bring me to the compound later? I don’t want to bring him here unless it’s absolutely necessary.” “I’ll send Happy to come get you, I’m tied up in meetings all day but we’ll go out to dinner after.” “Ok, I’ll see you then, pigeon.” “See you soon, dove.”

By the time Happy pulled up to her building, Y/N had calmed herself down. “You ready to go?” She nodded and allowed Happy to help her into the car, which was a lot harder to do than it used to be, considering the massive baby in her stomach. Their father was a 6’4 super soldier. The drive seemed to go quicker than she remembered, she was still trying to hype herself up. “Thank you for the lift, Happy.” He nodded at her and sent her along.

“Alright. You can do this. You got this. He wouldn’t hurt a pregnant woman.” She spoke to herself as she walked the familiar corridors, letting muscle memory carry her to his door (just after a bathroom break of course). She took a breathe before she knocked. The door flew open and she squeaked in surprise. “Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought…” “I wanted to talk to you. Do you think I could come in?” “Yeah, come on.” He gave her a wide berth, as if he was scared to touch her.

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Bucky hadn’t slept in months, and when he did, it was on the floor of his apartment, sweat running down his back as he awoke from the nightmares. The guilt from that day was constantly gnawing at his mind, forcing him to relive both the day he had been forced to have sex with his best friend and the day he called her a slut and an awful avenger in front of everyone.

He felt his sanity slip every time he caught the glare of Sam. He had begged Tony to tell him where she was but he hadn’t budged. Natasha had even gone so far as to beat the ever living shit out of him for threatening her to get the information out of the assassin.

All he needed was a chance to prove how sorry he was, how much he needed her. How much he could love her and this baby.

And now, she was here. Like an angel sent to answer his prayers.

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Y/N sighed in relief as she sat on the bed, the press being taken off her swollen feet. “Come on, Buck. I don’t bite.” His lips twitched upwards slightly before he settled down next to her. “I guess you already know who the baby’s father is. But I just wanted to see how involved you want to be.”

He took her smaller hand in his own, sinking to the floor on his knees. “Doll, I’m so fucking sorry for what I did, for yelling at you and saying those awful things. This is all my fault. I should’ve listened to you. I love you so much, I’ve loved you for so long. You were always so kind and caring to me, even when I was being a jealous, vindictive asshole. I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like, going through this alone.” They were both crying now, Bucky sobbing into her stomach.

“Jamie, I love you too. You’re my everything. It’s going to take a while for me to trust you again but I want this baby to have their father. I want to be with their father. That mission was my fault too. Fuck I just wished both of us weren’t such chickens and told each other earlier. I wanted to tell you after we kissed while undercover but I didn’t think you felt the same way.” She cupped his jaw, wiping away some of his tears. “We’re such idiots.” Bucky laughed, nuzzling into her hand.

“Buck?” “Yeah?” Her eyes were red-rimmed as tears kept falling but a smile stretched across her face. “Kiss me.” He stood up quickly and kissed her. Her hands threaded through his much shorter hair. She pulled away. “Did you cut your hair?” “You just noticed?!” He cackled. “Shut up! It’s the pregnancy brain!” Her face was heated in embarrassment. “Fuck doll, you’re so cute.” He kissed her again, slowly laying her down on his bed and hovering over her.

Their clothes went flying and the sounds of sobs and laughing was replaced with their breathy moans. “I love you.” He whispered in her ear as he thrust into her. He brought her high after high, trying desperately to prove his devotion. “Jamie, please. Cum for me.” She held him as close as possible considering the large belly separating them. “I love you, doll.” “Love you, Jaime.”

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“What’s up with the hickey, man?” Sam pointed at Bucky’s neck with his donut. “Apparently pregnant women get really horny.” He shrugged, reaching up for his favourite mug, revealing deep scratches along his back. “Gross, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.” “Yeah and you’re not the one that has to deal with her insatiable libido.” “You’re the one that caused it.” “Seriously?!”

“But Bucky, you get one chance to fix this, cause if you break her heart again, no amount of power will stop me from hunting you down.” Sam scowled at the older man, making a shiver run down his spine. He raised his hands in surrender. “Yeah, I promise. This whole situation has been really fucked up but I want to be a family with her. I would die if I hurt her again.” The Falcon gave a firm nod, turning back to his pastry.

Y/N shuffled down the hallway, one of Bucky’s henleys clinging to her plump curves and protruding belly. “Morning.” Bucky turned and immediately jogged over to her, laying his hand on her womb and kissing her softly. “Good morning, doll.” Her face heated.

“Gross. Go be in love somewhere else.” “Sorry Sam,” She broke out of Bucky’s grasp and embraced her friend, “Would it make it up to you if I told you I wanted you to be the baby’s godfather?” “Really?” Y/N swore the tall man had tears in his eyes. “Of course. You did help keep me sane while Bucky and I were dancing around each other. You also put up with my hormonal and emotional self. for eight months” Sam made eye-contact with Bucky, he smiled and nodded slightly. “We wanted to ask Steve but that punk is too much of an idiot to know what to do with a baby.”

“I resent that!” The Captain’s voice carried through the hall, making all three of them laugh.

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oddeyevibes · 3 years ago

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What’s a Himbo?

Summary: An innocent discussion of what a himbo is between reader, Iroha, and three out of touch men. The cons have being the teacher of group.

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You always knew that when Ichiban got out of prison and you had the chance to run into him again, that the excitement in your life would see a massive uptick.

Low and behold, you got wrapped up in uncovering the secrets of a potentially abusive nursing home. Adachi, a drinking friend and the reason Ichiban was even in Ijincho in the first place.

You were thankful. Surprised but thankful to see your old friend again.

Now here you were sitting in the Survive bar with Ichiban and Nanba (Ichiban in the middle), reminiscing with the ex-Yakuza and telling Nanba stories about you and Ichiban back in Kamurocho.

“Couldn’t manage?” Ichiban laughed. “You used to follow me around like a puppy.”

“Only because you kept getting into trouble!” You playfully pushed him. “The women at the soaplands were always worried about you. Someone had to be the responsible one.”

“What are you, 6 years younger than me?” He turned to Nanba. “Imagine a teenager getting a stern talking to from a 10-year-old.”

“That’s…quite a gap.” The doctor leaned forward. “How did you two even become friends?”

You took a swig of your whiskey ginger before answering. “Oh! My mom caught him pickpocketing in the street and gave him some food cause she thought he was homeless.”

Ichiban looked embarrassed about the memory. “Almost made a whole scene. I think everyone was getting a kick out of watching her trying to get me off the streets. It wasn’t until one of the women who worked at the soapland came by and cleared up the misunderstanding.”

You smirked. “That’s not the end of it~.”

Your childhood friend rolled his eyes. “Fine!” He huffed. “She started yelling at me in front of everybody. She said, when you get in trouble with the cops, who do you think has to take the fall? You have to get your act together, cause one day someone won’t be there to take your punishment.”

“Well?” Nanba started. “Did you listen?”

“Not a chance. I was a dumb kid back then. Thought she was just some old lady trying to give advice without knowing what it’s like. Then that day I met Arakawa happened and it made me realize how right she was.”

You and Nanba stayed quiet as Ichiban had his moment.

“So I tried looking for her and I found her walking [Y/N] to school.”

“And that was how we met. In between trying to get in good with Arakawa, he would walk me to school. He’s been stuck with me since.” You spoke that last sentence with pride as Ichiban smiled in your direction.

The ringing of the entrance caught everyone’s attention as Adachi came in with a bag. No doubt full of the stuff everyone had asked for.

As the older man came over to take a seat next to you, he asked you a very simple question. “Hey, [Y/N], you’re hip with the kids nowadays, right?”

You chuckled, taking the gummy candy he was handing you, “If you’re asking me if I know what they’re talking about, then yes. Why?”

“What’s a himbo?” He asked with a confused tone.

You were caught off guard. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised. You let out a nervous laugh. “What? Where did you hear that?”

“I was helping these really cute girls with their bags. I was laying on the charm and everything,”

Ichiban and Nanba exchanged looks with each other, both having the same thought.

“And one of them said I had himbo energy and they laughed when I asked them about it and drove off.”

You looked down at your drink, your expression said it all to the amused Iroha has she cleaned out one of the glasses.

“Um well…” Mark this down as conversations you never thought you’d have with someone old enough to be your dad. “It basically means someone who is muscular and a gentleman towards the ladies…”

Adachi perked up. “Oh? Really?” He let out a hearty chuckle. “I was worried it meant something bad—”

“And also kinda dumb.” You finished.

That took the smile right off his face. “Dumb?”

“Yeah. You guys know the word bimbo, right? Well, it made kind of a resurgence a few years back. A lot of women started reclaiming the word and they turned it into something positive. Then the word himbo came along and it was basically the male version.” You explained. “It’s a compliment.”

“How the hell is being called dumb a compliment?” Nanba asked in disbelief.

“It’s not so much about being dumb. It’s more that…you come off as someone who doesn’t put any stock in being intelligent.”

That did not sound any better.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Adachi replied.

“If it helps, Ichiban is a himbo too.”

Your friend choked on his drink. “What?! What makes you think that?”

You shot Ichiban a look, while Nanba shrugged. “The whole concept confuses me, but I can see it with Ichiban. I can’t see it with Adachi as much.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the former cop. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a ladies man and I still work out now and then.” He defended.

“Well, being a ladies man is different from being a gentleman.” Nanba reminded the cop.

“Clearly, I check off that box, don’t you think?” His attention was on you as he said it.

“I mean, from what I’ve seen from you, you’re not that bad. Think a lot with the wrong head at times, but I can see the gentleman's appeal with you.”

This time, Ichiban squeezed back into the conversation. “Are we really just gonna skip past you calling me dumb?”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “You’re not dumb, you’re just…a little air headed.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” He had a thoughtful look on his face. “Wait…then that would mean you’re a bimbo, right?”

This question shocked you. “What?! No, I’m not.”

Nanba tilted his head a bit. “Yeah, I can see that too.”

“I don’t think I qualify at all.”

“Well, what are the traits of a bimbo?”

Iroha decided to step in with her perky self. “Well, almost like a himbo. They’re really pretty, really nice, but they’re a little slow.”

“See?” You gestured your hand towards the barmaid. “I don’t check off that last bit.”

Nanba lifted his drink up to his lips, paused, “I wouldn’t be so sure.” And took his sip.

Now you were genuinely lost. “What do you mean?”

Adachi chuckled. “You did try to push a pull door the other day.”

You rolled your eyes. “Everyone makes that type of mistake.”

“Twice in one day?”

“….”

Iroha piped in. “You forgot how to spell orange.”

You looked embarrassed. “It was a joke.”

“Then you actually forgot so…”

“…That was an accident.”

“How about the time you almost ate a plastic fruit?” Ichiban added.

“You almost ate one too, Ichi!” You shot back. “So don’t give me that.” You huffed.

Then it was Nanba’s turn. “There’s also the time you ACTUALLY got stuck in a revolving door. At your age.” He chuckled.

“That could’ve happened to anyone. Revolving doors ain’t no joke.”

“It’s only natural that you and Ichiban became friends.” Iroha giggled. “When it comes to female friends, himbos either have a mean girlfriend or a bimbo. But the mean isn’t really mean mean but she knows how to stick up for herself and makes sure nobody takes advantage of her friend..”

“Really?“ Ichiban asked in his usual innocent tone.

Iroha nodded. “It’s just the cutest.”

The conversation surprisingly went on for a bit longer. Finally, went it started getting later, you all agreed that it was time to turn in for tomorrow. Adachi said he’d stay behind and Iroha promised to keep him from getting too drunk.

Ichiban wanted to walk you to your apartment home so that left Nanba to head back to Hamako’s by himself. For you, your walk stopped by the bridge leading into Geomijul territory.

“You know, we could always make some room for you at Hamako’s, I don’t know how I feel about you living here.”

You giggled. “Relax, I’m not on the Geomijul’s radar like that. Besides, they’re more welcoming to other foreigners.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but considering your most recent beef with them, I’m pretty sure they would try to skin you if you tried to cross.”

“Hell, they tried.” He tapped a finger against his cheek.

Even though it was faint by now, you can still make out the scar. Without even thinking about it, you raised your hand, lightly grazing the cut with your thumb.

Ichiban felt himself freeze, a sound getting caught in his throat. Your brain then snapped back to reality, causing you to snatch your hand away.

“Shit, sorry!” You laughed nervously. “That was weird. I don’t know why I did that.”

Ichiban joined in on the awkwardness, rubbing the back of his neck. The two of you then stood there in silence for a moment before he spoke up again.

“So…you think I’m hot?”

“What?! Where did that come from?”

“It just hit me. You’re the one who said that I was a himbo too. Which means you think I’m hot.”

“I—. Even Ray Charles could see you’re hot. That doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure you hear that a lot anyway. How about you calling me a bimbo, huh?” You had a sly smile on your face as you leaned in towards him with your hands on your hips.

“I was just…I was just saying that if I was a himbo then you’re a bimbo.”

“Buuut in order for you to call me that, you’d have to think I’m hot. Ichi, I’m flattered~”

“Shut up!” He whined. “Hey…”

“Yeah?”

“Back then…before I went to prison…during New Year’s Eve you wanted to tell me something. I ran off to finish working and never got back to you.”

“Oh…I was just tryna tell you how I was moving and if you wanted to spend New Year’s with me and my mom, that’s all.”

“That’s it?” He seemed disappointed.

“Well, yeah. I mean…there probably was something else but that was so many years ago, y’know? It’s all confetti.”

There was another awkward silence. This time, you broke it.

“Well…I should go. Thanks for walking me. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

“Yeah, see ya.”

Ichiban watched you walk along the bridge. Several suspicious looking dudes nodded in your direction and you acknowledged their presence and continued on.

Once he was sure you were ok, he walked to Hamako’s place. It was bugging just a little bit that he knew you weren’t being completely truthful. But there was nothing much he could do about it now.

He did feel bad about what happened. He thought about telling you and your mother beforehand, but he couldn’t bare to go through with it, not really wanting to look at your faces of sadness and disappointment. It would’ve definitely made the years better if you could’ve visited but the limit was family and his only legal family had passed.

But there was no reason to dote on that. You two were reunited now and it felt amazing.

#yakuza 7 #yakuza like a dragon #ichiban kasuga #Kasuga Ichiban #black!reader #Ichiban Kasuga x Reader #Ichiban Kasuga x black!reader #fluff #LaDrabble

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years ago

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Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

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gorgojijijijito · 2 years ago

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thoughts on daughter of discord?

oh boy do i have thoughts

i only watched the full thing once with a friend so i dont remember all of it, but of what i do remember, 1. rarity was done even dirtier than BOD; 2. they were so mean to rarity's daughter for literally no reason???? she literally didnt do anything and they always called her a spoiled brat or smth??? i feel so bad for her; 3. yes most of my problems have to do with rarity - i hate that shes encouraged to stay with fancypants bc it was changelings making him look like he was cheating on rarity. like yeah girl you should talk to him abt it like an adult but YOU CAN STILL LEAVE HIM FOR BEING A SHITTY DAD TO JEWEL 😭; 4. hey dick cordddd ur still manipulative af; 5. YOURE TELLING ME THERES ONE QUEER RELATIONSHIP IN THE ENTIRE SERIES AND THEY DIDNT EVEN GET TOGETHER??? FOR A SUPER SMALL REASON COMPARED TO WHY OTHERS SHOULDNT BE TOGETHER???????? come on now; 6. get all the baby filler away from me rn why the FUCK did literally ALL of them have to bang except for ONE; 7. fuck outta here applespike

i think thats mostly all of my qualms with it, but other than that i think it was a good watch. it doesnt stay with me as long as BOD did (prob bc i wasnt able to watch all of it as a child) but i think romance-wise, this love story was LEAGUES better than the last one. also i like how it kind of repeats the same moral of the last one, but in a different circumstance that poses new pros and cons.

with BOD, discord was only one person. he was an all-powerful, godly person, but he was still one mind. the changelings in DOD, on the other hand, are an entire nation. this isnt the same "misunderstood outsider" trope that we see with zecora or discord, this is an entire species; one that even themselves believe is physically incapable of loving.

mothball(which is literally the cutest name for a bug-themed character ever) is first in line to lead his species, so you can imagine the expectations and resentment that come with that; he has barely any real support on either side, queen chrysalis being the only adult he can really emotionally rely on. this is what makes his inner conflict so interesting, his empathy constantly at odds with his mother's ideology and his own biological needs.

screwball is also interesting, considering her dad is the lord of chaos and ex-tyrant, and her mom is an element of harmony, kindness incarnate. it's a classic nature/nuture debate kind of plot, but with a twist in that both sides are her nature AND nurture, the only turmulous factor in her life being her environment only percieving the chaotic side; some of it isn’t unfounded either, as she obviously tends to gravitate towards discord more (which is normal, considering most kids tend to have a favorite parent anyway). even if i really dont like the enabling nature of dick cord and how fluttershy is a punching bag again, i find screwball’s concept endearing.

also she and mothball are like, actually adorable. i find it ironic that the canon characters were altered to make an insufferable couple and the basically OCs were the outstanding romance. unlike fluttercord’s REALLY disturbing power dynamic and coercion, screw and moth managed to balance each other out, and (lemme yell it for the ponies in the back) WERE BOTH WILLING TO BE TOGETHER 💥💥💥💥

theres also smth strangely nostalgic about their dynamic. screwball has been the outcast her entire life, her lineage and connection to discord subjecting her to a lot of emotional turmoil. the only reason she has a group of friends is because of her mom’s rank and social circle as well, i dont think she’s had very much room for change or fantasy when her parents were trying to heal the damage the circumstance of their meeting caused for equestria. falling in love with the prince of an enemy nation is cliche and basically copied off of the lion king 2, but i love it in that sense because its probably one of her first instances of living through what seems to be a fairytale. it’s a kind of yearn for teenage rebellion and unpredictability that she’s had to keep trapped within a swamp in the everfree for most of her life, but even though it brings her so much happiness to be with mothball, it also leads her into great danger that her upbringing didn’t prepare her for. she’s scolded for standing up to her bullies and scrutinized for the nature of her character, so what can she do when faced with her very own romeo & juliet tale while entire nations seethe above them?

oh also i love how they incorporated the changelings’ presences in the story before the mane six are aware of their threat, even calling back to mentioned conflicts in BOD. they really use their shapeshifting powers to the most in this installment, and i think the instance that hit me in the gut most is the romantic isolation of twilight. especially with the context that this series was created specifically for shipping; what an insidious thing to keep her from finding love along with her friends to keep her alone as everyone else creates families. i, as an aromantic person, also feel a form of anxiety knowing most of the important people in my life may drift away in the event of marriage and forming roots while i probably wont. so yeah imagine that but with a newly-immortal princess who actually WANTS a romantic relationship, with people who are revealed to be actively keeping one from her - thats gut wrenching for me to think about.

when it comes to the music, i appreciate the effort they put into making original songs, but i also am just. unable to appreciate them bc the changelings voice filter just diesnt translate well to music at aaaaaaallllll. which is a shame bc it stood out so much that i cant remember anything ABOUT the original music. im prob gonna try to see if theres any normal renditions of the ost after i post this but yeah

#mlp #mlp fim #bride of discord #daughter of discord #storytellingwise it was way better #id love to revisit it soon once im done with transcripting BOD at least #if i were to rewrite DOD as well it would most likely be to fix the shit they did to rarity and alter it to suit the original rewrite #i cant think of anything id change abt the ball couple rn tbh #i would have a lot of fun translating the audio to writing tho #i know it probably already has the original fanfic version it was based upon #but idk id prob do it out of pure self indulgence

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hiraethenthusiast · 3 years ago

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The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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arrowflier · 4 years ago

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can you write a fic where they talk about having kids? maybe after the finale and mickey kinda starts the conversation 👀

It started slowly, and it started with Franny.

She had been staying over more often lately, Debbie taking night jobs again to make ends meet--though at least she was tending bar at a friend's place and not at risk of losing the rest of her toes this time. Debbie would bring Franny over after school and drop her at their door with a backpack full of clothes and crayons, staying just long enough to give her daughter a kiss and threaten Ian and Mickey with the same.

Sometimes Mickey pretended it annoyed him.

"What if we had plans, man?" he'd grumble as he helped Franny off with her coat and tucked her bag into the corner by the door.

"It's Wednesday, Mick," Ian would reply patiently. "We never go out on Wednesdays. Besides," he'd add as he ruffled Franny's hair and sent her ahead into the living room, "Debs asked us like two days ago."

"Didn't say goin' out kinds of plans," Mickey would mumble so Franny couldn't hear. "And she didn't ask, she fuckin' told."

Ian would just snort a laugh at his antics. "Please," he'd drawl, "you'll fall asleep with Fran on the couch by 10, you always do."

There would be no answer to that. Mickey would pout and grumble all day about it if he could, but as soon as their niece stepped through their doorway, it was all smiles and playful teasing and chasing each other through the apartment and down the hallways (much to the displeasure of their stuffier neighbors).

Ian loved watching them. For all of Mickey's insistence that he wasn't ready, or that he'd make a terrible father, he certainly did right by the children already in his life. And when you spent all day playing with a child, feeding them, bathing and dressing them and reading them to sleep, well. It wasn't that different from having one of your own. Not that he would ever say that to Mickey, though. He knew better now than to push.

So it was a surprise when, a few weeks into this new arrangement, Mickey brought it up on his own, albeit in his own, Mickey way.

"We gotta get a bigger place," he mused one morning as they brushed against each other in the narrow kitchen.

Why?” Ian asked, curious. “It’s just us, and we've been doing fine so far. Unless…,” he paused, turning from the open refrigerator to eye Mickey cautiously. “Unless you need some space...?”

Mickey rolled his eyes, and brushed past again roughly enough to knock into Ian's shoulder with his own.

“No, Ian, I don’t need fuckin’ space, jesus,” he answered. “But we need another bedroom." To Ian's confused look, he expanded on the thought. "Franny sleeps here all the time, man, think it’s time she gets an upgrade from the sofa, that’s all."

Oh. That made sense. Ian hid a smile as he ducked his head back into the fridge, pretending to search for the eggs that were right there on the shelf.

"Sure Mick," he agreed. "The lease is up soon, we can start looking for a two bedroom."

It's quiet behind him, and he pulls back just in time to catch Mickey biting his lip nervously, though the other man doesn't see.

“And maybe we can fit a couple beds in there," Mickey said casually, betrayed only by a slight hitch in his breath and the way his eyes darted everywhere but Ian's face. "Just in case.”

Just in case. Ian's heart soared.

"Good idea," he forced himself to say in a normal voice. He didn't want to scare this idea away. He knew by the way Mickey looked at him that he hadn't quite managed the nonchalant tone he was going for, but that was okay. They could both pretend it was no big deal.

They didn't talk about it for a while after that. Not until Lip started bringing Fred around.

"You sure your girl is okay with this?" Mickey asked the first time, holding the kid away from him like he was a ticking bomb.

Lip just chuckled. "Are you kidding?" he asked. "This was her idea, Milkovich, you can't get out of uncle duties that easy."

Mickey looked offended at that, automatically bringing Fred closer to his chest and putting a protective hand on his back.

Ian stepped in before he could say anything too brash.

"We're just surprised, that's all," he told his brother. "Tami doesn't usually let Fred out of her sight."

Lip shrugged, then clapped Ian on the back, squeezing the back of this neck once before letting go. "She sees how good you guys are with Franny, and we need a break, man," he admitted. "Besides, she thinks Mickey here is some sort of kindred spirit."

They both raise their eyebrows at him until he explains.

"You know, willingly joining the Gallagher crazy and all," he said, only half joking. "If only she knew what an upgrade it was for this one," he added with a nod to Mickey, darting out the door before they can do anything about it.

"Diapers are in the bag," he shouted back to them, "try not to kill my kid!"

Ian and Mickey stared at each other after closing the door behind him, the stared at Fred, who had settled his head against Mickey's shoulder and was staring up at him with soft, sleepy eyes.

"Well," Mickey said slowly. "What the fuck do we do now?"

As it turned out, Mickey was great with babies, too. Of course he was.

They had Freddie in the bath after he had ruined his last diaper, Mickey keeping him safely propped up while Ian scrubbed him down. Neither of them mentioned the last time they had done this, but they both remembered the drill.

"Kids are fuckin' nasty," Mickey said, wrinkling his nose as Ian washed away the last of the mess.

"You're fucking nasty," Ian retorted, and then they were splashing each other with the dirty bathwater until a wave of it got Mickey in the face.

He sputtered, trying to grab for something to wipe it off without letting go of Fred, who was watching them and giggling.

"You asshole," Mickey growled, "you know where that's been, jesus Ian!"

Ian laughed at him, but stood and fetched a clean washcloth. He threw it at Mickey, then grabbed Fred out of the water and bundled him into their fluffiest towel, leaving Mickey muttering curses behind them as they move out to the bedroom.

Later that night, with Fred sleeping quietly next to them in his worn pack'n play, Mickey brought it up again.

"Don't they make, like, little kid bath things?" he questioned in the darkness. "We should get one of those, make things easier."

Ian rolled over to face him. "Yeah," he said slowly, "but Fred will be too big for that soon anyway."

He could feel the sheets shift when Mickey shrugged. "Should get one anyway," he said. "Might come in handy."

Ian didn't answer for a long moment, then answered with a simple, "okay."

He fell asleep smiling that night.

Things finally came to a head a few months later, when Ian got home to find a brochure on the table.

A brochure for an adoption agency.

He stared at it. Grabbed a beer out of the fridge, took a long sip. Stared at it some more.

He was still standing there when Mickey came in from the bedroom, and stopped still for just a second before continuing toward the fridge.

"Hey," Mickey said as he grabbed his own beer. "What are you thinkin'?"

Ian just looked at him.

"About that," Mickey clarified, motioning toward the pamphlet with the bottom of his bottle. "The adoption thing."

Ian swallowed hard, and took another drink before answering.

"Not thinking much yet," he admitted. "But I'm wondering where it came from."

Mickey rubbed at his eyebrow with the thumb of his free hand, not looking at Ian as he answered.

"Got it from some lady a few doors down," he revealed. "Said they're lookin' for more couples to step up."

"We wouldn't qualify," Ian managed to say past the lump in his throat. "Two ex-cons, gay, self-employed?" He forced an awkward laugh. "We're like a nightmare for those places."

He wasn't sure what he expected from that, but it wasn't for Mickey to come closer, setting down his beer to wrap and arm around Ian's back.

"Hey," he said softly, shaking Ian a little. "It don't gotta be adoption, man, just..." he hesitated, but pushed on, "been thinkin' about it, you know?"

That made Ian smile. "Yeah, I know," he admitted. "You're not as subtle as you think."

He turned in Mickey's half-embrace, leaning a hip against the table and bringing his own arm up so he could tease the hair at the back of Mickey's neck.

"You sure you're ready for this, Milkovich?" he whispered, hand moving to cup Mickey's face, thumb stroking at his cheek.

Mickey smiled back, leaning closer. "Damn straight, Gallagher," he murmured just before their lips brushed. "Damn straight."

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years ago

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The Long Con Part Seven

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Notes: I hope y’all had a good week! 💕 Warnings: Oh hey look, more fluff! With a pinch of self-doubt! SO Sorry about that. Summary: You'd told Marcus at the start of this to treat it like an undercover assignment, and maybe he really was going the distance— treating this like an operation, putting himself into the mindset first thing in the morning.

Jill had been up with the sun, preparing food for the barbecue that afternoon. You’d made it a point to set your alarm to get up early and offer your help. But it had taken you a little while to get out of bed.

You and Marcus had been sleeping in bed together for the past three nights. You had been a little nervous at the beginning, sure - you hadn’t shared a bed with anyone for a while. But Marcus was the perfect gentleman when he was awake. The day you'd made the favor bags, you'd awoken to Marcus’ body had been curled around yours. His hand was resting lightly atop your hip, a touch that had been easy for you to draw yourself out from under. But this morning… This morning, you’d woken up cuddled up against Marcus. You were curled up against his side, your arm stretched across his middle. When you’d glanced up, you’d found Marcus just coming up from sleep, himself. Rather than moving away, you’d found yourself frozen, like he’d suddenly spot you if you moved. Marcus had just glanced down at you, murmured a soft, "Good morning,", and smiled sleepily, asking if you’d slept well as his hand had smoothed over your arm. You’d relaxed a little, nodded, and rested your chin on Marcus’ chest. His sleepy smile had widened, his fingers trailing aimlessly over the back of your hand as the two of you had chatted about the last couple of days. You’d already shut off your alarm, knew that you should get up, and help Jill - that was why you’d set the alarm in the first place. But you were so comfortable, and Marcus seemed more than happy to let lay there and soak up some of his warmth. You did finally manage to pull yourself out of his arms, shower and dress. You’d settled on the edge of the bed to pull on your socks and house slippers. Marcus had cuddled up to you, still sleep-ruffled as he toyed with a loose strong on your shirt and chatted with you. It was another ten minutes before you’d managed to get yourself downstairs. -- Marcus' easy touches and your murmured conversations weighed heavily on your mind all morning. You'd told Marcus at the start of this to treat it like an undercover assignment, and maybe he really was going the distance— treating this like an operation, putting himself into the mindset first thing in the morning. And if he was— well, you couldn't fault him for it. It had been your advice, after all.

When Marcus had made it into the kitchen, finally, he found you at the counter with Jill and Marnie. After you’d offered your services, you’d been given your pick of the spare aprons and put to work chopping potatoes for the potato salad. Marcus crowded up behind you, resting his hands on your hips and his forehead on your shoulder as he’d waited for the coffee to brew (between yourself and Marnie, you’d wiped out the previous pot before he could make it downstairs). “You excited for later?” He asked softly as he shifted to rest his chin where his forehead had been. “Mhm,” You hummed softly, eyes set on your work, fingers working steadily at your task, “Are you?” “Sure,” He conceded, “Be nice to see some old friends...Family…” You glanced at Marcus, holding a chopped piece of cooked potato up to his lips. He hummed, sucking it from between your fingertips. Your skin prickled with heat as his lips brushed against the pad of your finger. “Thanks,” He mumbled around the tiny morsel before he’d turned his head, nuzzling into your neck. You’d felt the looks that Jill and Marnie were giving you, heard one of them murmur, “Adorable”. Marcus’ hands squeezed lightly at your hips, like a silent, ‘They’re buying it’. You tipped your head to the side, lightly resting your head against his for a few seconds before straightening up again. They were buying it. And if you weren’t careful, you were going to start buying it, too.

It was times like this that you could tell Marcus was glad that you’d made it a point to practice your story as much as you had. Maybe he was starting to treat it like the two of you were undercover, but there was still that half-second panicked squeezing of your hand before he answered a question about your ‘relationship’. The two of you had gotten pretty good at this, though, and by the time the barbecue was in full swing, you were casually draped over one another, finishing the other’s sentences, leaning into endearments like, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ and, once, from you, ‘darling’. And maybe you should’ve felt a little bad, if only for the way some of Marcus’ family was cooing over the two of you, teasing him for being so lovestruck, but with Marcus, it was just so goddamn...easy. Everything felt so easy. When he tucked you under his arm, you felt like you fit perfectly into his side; you didn’t worry about the fact that you knew so few people. You didn’t stress yourself out about remembering names because, after the wedding, you were probably never going to see them again. “You doin’ okay?” You asked lightly, rubbing Marcus’ back gently as one of the members of his old band stepped away from you to get some food. “Yeah,” He nodded, “I uh… I think I’m alright. Are you?” “You haven’t cut off the circulation in my hand yet, so, yeah,” You teased, “I’m good.” Marcus chuckled, leaning in and brushing a kiss to your temple before he turned, looking around. You felt him go tense, and you frowned. “What is it?” “Uh… Spotted someone.” “Ex-wife?” “No. The...The woman Marnie was going to set me up with.” “Ah,” You glanced around Marcus, spotting the woman coming toward you. She was just a bit shorter than you, with bright red hair curled expertly around a diamond shaped face. Her eyes were slate grey— and focused in on the two of you. “She’s hot,” You muttered. “Not that it’s a contest, but you’re hotter.” “Really taking this lie for a ride, huh?” Marcus’ brow furrowed, frowning down at you. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, you heard, “Marcus! I thought you might be around here somewhere.” And her voice was so shrill. You gave Marcus a teasing look before he turned to face her. “Couldn’t miss my sister’s wedding,” He gave an awkward little laugh, the likes of which you’d never heard. It looked like the woman wanted to step in for a hug, but her eyes darted to you before she could get too close. You gave her a bright smile as awkward silence persisted between the two of them. “Oh-- Sorry,” Marcus laughed as he introduced you, “Sweetheart, this is Kimberly. She used to live right down the block, and we went to Quantico together.” “Aw, neat, so you’re in law enforcement too, huh?” You smiled, draping your arm around Marcus’ middle once you’d let go of Kimberly’s hand. Her eyes darted to your arm, then up to Marcus’ face. You glanced between the two of them before straightening up. “You know what? Why don’t I let the two of you catch up,” You looked up at Marcus, “I will go see if your mom needs any help-- You need a drink or anything?” “N-No,” Marcus shook his head a little bit, but you could see the slight panic in his eyes. “Okay!” You could see the smile on Kimberly’s smile - a presumption that she’d managed to scare you off. So you turned, cupping Marcus’ neck and drawing him down for a kiss. You could feel him smiling against your lips, and you ran your thumb along his jaw as you sucked his lower lip between yours. You grinned at the sound of a soft, awed moan that left him, feeling his hand curl in the fabric of your dress before you leaned away. Marcus looked a little dazed, his grasp on you showing no sign of loosening, even as you reached up to lightly smear away some of your lipstick that had transferred onto his lips. “Not quite your shade, babe,” You teased, winking at him. You lowered your hand, patting his chest lightly and turning back to an infuriated Kimberly and offering her a bright smile. “You two have fun!” -- Jill didn’t need any help, so you grabbed a beer for yourself and stepped over to a quiet corner of the porch and taken your phone out. You set the beer on the wide porch rail as you opened an email to answer. “That has to be the shortest conversation I’ve ever had with her,” You heard behind you. You smiled, finishing the email you were typing before glancing back at Marcus. “So? How’d it go?” You asked, turning to face Marcus and leaning back against the porch railing. “Well,” Marcus said thoughtfully, placing his hand on either side of you as he crowded up against you, “We made about two minutes of incredibly awkward small talk, she asked if I’d known you long and then left to get some potato salad.” “Damn,” You sighed, shaking your head a little bit, “I am...Good.” “You might actually be the best,” Marcus conceded. You smiled as he smoothed a hand over your side. “And that was… Some kiss,” He added softly. You smiled, licking your lips. “Yeah, you seemed to like it. I mean, it was vindicating, what with my being so out of practice.” “If that’s you out of practice, I can’t imagine how proficient you are when you’re in top form.” You smiled a bit, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. Your stomach fluttered as Marcus’ eyes lowered to your mouth. He raised his hand, cupping your cheek and using his thumb to pull your lip from between your teeth. Your stomach fluttered as you felt Marcus' leg slide between yours, your chests brushing together. You’d noticed that, unlike other aspects of the lie, Marcus’ smiles and touches and kisses felt different. When Marcus leaned in for a kiss, there was no squeezing of your hand, no half-second of hesitation, no panic. When Marcus kissed you, it always felt so damnably real. He slipped his lips across yours before sucking your lower lip between his, as you had to him before. You sighed softly, raising your arm and looping it around Marcus’ neck and sliding your hand over the nape. You smiled as Marcus pressed you against the porch railing, arm curling around your upper back. You kept your eyes closed as the kiss broke. Marcus didn’t stray, just brushed another kiss against your lips, then another before he rested his forehead against yours. “Any better?” You teased softly. “Better and better,” He murmured, “Every time.” You lowered your head, lightly butting your head against Marcus’ jaw as sheepishness twisted your lips into a smile. Tag list: @hufflepuffing-all-day-long ; @spideysimpossiblegirl ; @blueeyesatnight ; @elen-aranel ; @yespolkadotkitty ; @artsymaddie ; @phoenixhalliwell ; @lunaserenade ; @winniedaboo ; @empress-palpat1ne ; @randomness501 ; @nutmeg-20 ; @leonieb ; @the-feckless-wonder ; @lou-la-lou ; @captain-jebi ; @supernaturalgirl ; @naturenebula21 ; @evelynseventyr ; @giselatropicana ; @heatherbel ; @marydjarin ; @annathewitch ; @absurdthirst ; @hnt-escape ; @writingletterstothefire ; @misswriter ; @bison-writes ; @xx-small-town-witch-xx ; @ajeff855 ; @hellovanessax

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ultralovedeluxe · 4 years ago

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Yan! Josuke with prompts #19, #44, and #29

Hello everyone! This was requested by @mochimizuki121 , thank you for requesting! Feared that it came out ooc, that’s why it took so long. Not proud of this one, but I hope you enjoy it!

‘Please don’t cry, show me that smile I love so much!’

‘Did you really think you could escape?’

‘Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!’

Warnings: 18 year old Josuke, female reader, yandere behaviors, assault, manipulation, break-up, angst (?), some Okuyasu x reader, ooc, light nsfw, non/dub con, blackmail

A word to describe Higashikata Josuke would be, emotional. Yes, that’s the perfect way to describe him. He lets his feelings take over in situations, but most importantly, his feelings towards you were getting in the way of his friendship. But he won’t ever admit that

Yes..emotional was a perfect word to describe Higashikata Josuke..

Here he was again, listening to Okuyasu’s ramblings. Usually Josuke wouldn’t mind listening to his friend, after all it was a delight to hear his friend speak. If only his friend wasn’t talking about how cute you looked when you slept, or what noise you made when he would poke your cheek. It was painful to just keep smiling, seeing your best friend with the girl of his dreams together. Josuke wanted to be happy for his friend, but his jealously kept making it harder for him to just pretend everything’s fine.

He couldn’t understand how his friend could mange to get a catch like that. What did Okuyasu have that he didn’t? Wait, he can’t be thinking of something like that, he has to be happy for his friend..

“You should’ve seen her Josuke! She looked so cute when she came over! She was wearing that necklace I bought her along with a cute skirt, ah she looked amazing! I’m so lucky to have her” Okuyasu said letting out a dreamy sigh, as he continued to walk back home. The poor bastard was too in love to even notice Josuke’s burning rage. Josuke tried not to grit his teeth to what he was hearing, but ended up doing it anyway. Josuke let out a low chuckle, “Wow Okuyasu..that’s sounds great..wish I could’ve seen it too...” he mumbled. “What did you say Josuke?-” Okuyasu asked, looking back towards his pompadour-haired friend who was falling behind. “Nothing” Josuke said a little bit more louder and more clear this time.

A few more minutes into the walk, Okuyasu kept babbling about you, Josuke was really about to lose his cool; but he didn’t want to hurt his friend. After all he’s supposed to be happy for him. “So as I was saying, I’m thinking of getting her a necklace with those initials-”

“Okuyasu, have you ever imagined [first] with somebody else?” Josuke asked in the friendliest manner possible. Okuyasu looked at Josuke with confusion, “No, why do you ask that?” Josuke shrugged and threw his school bag over his shoulder, “Just curious man, you know [first] is a really cute gal, don’t you wonder how she’d look with somebody else?” Okuyasu shook his head, “No I never thought about it that way..But now that you mention it, she is kind of better than me right?” Okuyasu asked scratching the back of his head lightly. “I don’t know man, well I gotta get home, see ya tomorrow then Okuyasu”

“Right see ya tomorrow..”

Unfortunately for Okuyasu, Josuke knew what he was doing.

Today seemed perfect for you. You had woken up extra early just to prepare lunch for Okuyasu. You weren’t an expert on preparing Italian cuisine, but a few tips from Tonio helped you get the hang of it a bit. Either way, Okuyasu is going to eat it since he never brings lunch from home. Feeling satisfied with what you prepared for your boyfriend, you decide it’s time to finally head to school.

You didn’t live far from the school, so it was easy to get there in time. You sat near one of the open benches and sat the lunch you prepared earlier this morning. Usually you’d would start working on your homework before class began, but thankfully you’d done it last night; so now all you had to do for the remainder of your free period was wait for Okuyasu.

Minutes passed by and you finally saw Okuyasu walk up to campus. The wait was finally over, you ran up to Okuyasu and hugged him tight. “Good morning Oku! How’s Mansaku-san? Oh! Here’s your lunch for today, I stopped by Tonio’s to prepare that Italian dish you liked so much, I know it’s not good as his but-” Okuyasu cut you off, “[first] could we talk real quick?” he asked walking over to sit by a bench nearby. Confused, you follow after him and sit down beside him, “Alright, what is it you want to talk about?”. Okuyasu bit his lip slightly, although it looked as if he was holding back tears, “[first]-chan, you are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, but I’m not sure I deserve you as my girlfriend” he said rubbing the back of his neck. You chuckled nervously, “Oku, what are you saying? You know I love you so much-” Cutting you off again, Okuyasu wiped a forming tear from his eye, “I know you love me, and I love you too..but I’m not sure about us. You deserve someone better, I’m sorry [first]-chan, but I want to break up..” and with that Okuyasu got up from the bench and walked away. Leaving you alone with the Italian cuisine in your hands and a broken heart.

You ate spaghetti that you had eagerly prepared earlier this morning just for your precious..exboyfriend with tears running down your cheeks. Not even after hours of sitting in class thinking about your ex, you still didn’t understand why he broke up with you. You wanted to understand why he did it, but you still couldn’t. Seriously? After all you’ve done for him. You thought your relationship with the male would last, but you guess not. You wiped the tears from your face, the sweater you wore was damp from how much you were wiping your tears. You just couldn’t stop crying, the break up really hurt. Thank god no one else knew of this place in school, you couldn’t even imagine what you’d do if someone saw you like this.

“[first]-chan is that you!?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. When you turned around to see who it was, you were met with the pompadour-haired male running down the hill to meet you. “Josuke? What are you doing here?” you asked before frantically wiping the tears from your face. Josuke sat down next to you, “I didn’t see you go through your usual road to lunch, so I went to go look for you..” he said before looking at you more seriously, “[first]-chan, were you crying?” he asked with a concerned tone in his voice. You sniffled “I wasn’t crying, its just allergies..”

“Bullshit! You’re eyes are red and puffy! Did someone hurt you, tell me their name and I swear I’ll make them pay!” you shook your head and managed to calm Josuke down. “No Josuke it’s not like that, it’s just..Okuyasu broke up with me that’s all..” you couldn’t manage to finish the rest of your sentence before you broke down crying. Josuke gave you a warm embrace, “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here..” He felt your tears go through his yellow shirt as you kept on sobbing. Josuke let you go and held your face up, “Let it all out [first]-chan” When he saw that you kept sniffling, he sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, “Please don’t cry [first]-chan, it hurts me so much to see you like this, ah cmon show me that smile I love so much!”. Once Josuke let go of your face, you rubbed your nose and smiled a bit before softly whispering a ‘thanks’. In truth, you still didn’t feel better, but you appreciate that Josuke is trying to at least make you feel something else other than misery. It was the thought that counted right?

Meanwhile, Josuke couldn’t be happier. Sure, it hurt to see you cry, but the important thing was is that you were single. And now that he comforted you in a time of crisis, he was sure now that it wouldn’t be long that you would start to feel the same way.

You still felt awful after your breakup with Okuyasu, its been hard especially when hanging out with your friend group. You and Okuyasu still speak to one another, but it’s just not the same. Speaking of which, you’ve been talking to Josuke a lot more lately. Ever since he had helped you get somewhat over your relationship with Okuyasu, he has been glued to your hip. He walks you to class, and always accompanies you for lunch (or anywhere really). You have to admit though, it was annoying at first having Josuke follow you around like a lost puppy, but you soon got used to it. After all, all Josuke wanted to do was help you. You thought it was sweet that Josuke wanted to help you, but that still didn’t explain why he was acting..let’s say odd.

Holding you by your hand as you walked by the halls, never inviting the others to hang out during the weekends (and here you thought Okuyasu was his best friend). It was almost as if he always had time for you.

Oh but that’s just a silly thought. Maybe you were the weird one for thinking that Josuke was acting strange. He’s just being a good friend, that’s all.

Josuke is just a really good friend.

The sun was shining bright in Morioh-cho, everything seemed so lively today. Everything from tourists popping out every now and then, to the squeals of teenage boys raging about the latest chapter in Pink Dark Boy. Today seemed like the perfect day for Josuke to finally get something off his chest. He had planned everything out for today. He had invited you over to Tonio’s to hang out for the day, and you had agreed. He had bought you some flowers to give you by the end of the day, he had even asked Rohan to draw something you might like (which the mangaka had reluctantly agreed to).

Josuke was prepared, he was oh so sure you were going to say yes. Of course you’re going to be his girlfriend! Why wouldn’t you be? He had hanged out you for the last couple of months, he had given you the right amount of attention you’d ever need. Everything was going according to plan.

“No, I’m sorry Josuke, but it’s a no”

Josuke couldn't’ believe the words that had just left your lips. No? After all he had done for you, your answer is no? This couldn’t be happening.

Josuke shook his head, and quickly rubbed his eyes with his sleeve (trying to hide the fact that he was about to shed a tear). “But why? Am I not enough for you? Is there someone else you like?-” the pompadour haired male asked, trying his best to not let his voice crack. You smiled and shook your head while caressing his cheek with your hand, “Josuke..in all honesty I only see you as a friend, nothing more” you let go of his cheek and sit down on a small gray bench that was near. “Josuke, you are really one of the best friends I could ever ask for, but I just don’t see myself dating you, and besides..” you took and deep breath “Despite all that happened, I’m still in love with Oku, and I don't know maybe I'm just not ready for a relationship at the moment, y'know? But we can still be friends right?" you said, blushing lightly at the thought of your ex boyfriend. You'd expect that Josuke would've taken the rejection lightly, after all you were kind enough to still remain friends with the male.

Josuke however, did not take the news lightly as you thought he would. Almost immediately, Josuke had grabbed you by your hands and pulled you close to him. "Why do you still love Okuyasu after he broke your heart!? Why don't you love me, I've done nothing but give you adoration!". You looked at your friend in extreme fear, you didn't know what to do in this situation. "Josuke let me go you're hurting me! If you don't stop I'll-" you stuttered your words out. Josuke was just looking at you with a menacing glare, "Or what? You'll call Okuyasu? Stop thinking about him already! Just date me please, I loved you for so long! Longer than he has" You shook your head, you were starting to get fed up with his behavior, did he not understand what 'no' meant? "I said no Josuke! I don't want to date you! And if you think I will after this you're fucking stupid-!"

Before you knew it Josuke had slapped you, but due to his strength, the slap didn't feel like a slap at all. "I'm sorry [first]-chan but now you see what happens when you don't just agree with me. You need to stop denying our love! You know you love me, so please stop denying our future together!". You couldn’t believe the words that were coming from Josuke’s mouth. Were these obsessed, disgusting words truly coming from Josuke? Sweet, and caring Josuke. While you were lost in your thoughts, Josuke took this opportunity to grab you and hold you close to his chest. “I’m sorry for hurting you [first]-chan, but what you said really hurt me so I-” he stopped for a second and leaned his head closer to yours just to take a small sniff of your hair. You just smelled so good, he had to do it. You smelled like the coconut shampoo you had bought recently. And your perfume was different this time too. He knew he could overpower you at any time, so he took his chance and caressed your breasts softly with his hands. Along with this, he rubbed against your backside and groaned into your ear. He imagined it was him thrusting inside you. He imagines how warm you must feel. Or how cute you’d look when you were on the verge of climax.

Him grinding against you and touching you was the last straw, you knew you had to get away from him. You turned around and looked at Josuke with both disgust and fear, and then you ran. You didn't want to be in his presence any longer. Here you thought that Josuke was a good friend trying to help you in a time you needed the most. But he’s just some asshole who needed to learn when a woman says no is no. How upsetting, you only wished that the incident didn’t exist.

But for Josuke, those few moments felt almost heavenly. Grinding against you felt so good, he wanted more, but you just had to get away didn’t you? He watched you run off to who knows where. He knew he’d get you eventually, he just had to be patient. But his patience wouldn’t last long.

For at least three weeks you have completely avoided Josuke and your friend group. You ignored all their calls, because the farther you were from Josuke, the safer you felt. You wanted to forget that day you hung out with Josuke. You wished you just never went to that damn Italian restaurant. Maybe then he would never have confessed his ‘love’ for you (that is more obsession than love in your book). Maybe then none of this would have happend. But alas here we are.

The telephone rang and you overheard your mother speak with what sounded like Yukako. “[first], dear it’s for you! It’s your friend Yukako!” your mother shouted. You held the phone and answered. “[first]-chan where have you been? Are you okay? We’ve been worried. You didn’t come across a stand user have you?” Yukako asked concerned. You lied, “No, I haven’t, trust me even if I did I wouldn’t notice. I’m fine I’ve just been..stressed, that’s all..” you lied, you didn’t want anyone to know about your situation with Josuke. “Well that’s good. So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and Koichi-kun today. We were thinking of going to the beach just for the weekend”.

At first you were hesitant, you didn’t want to see Josuke, but you did want to see your friends since you missed them. And if it was just Yukako, Koichi, and potentially Okuyasu, then you were down to go. You sighed and agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to see your friends once more, and to be honest you were excited.

Yukako planned on picking you up and then walking to the beach, which you had agreed on. However, when she went to pick you up, she had brought some company. She brought Koichi (of course), Okuyasu, and to your horror, Josuke. Not once did Yukako mention that she was bringing Josuke along. Throughout the whole car ride you felt uncomfortable. You felt Josuke’s eyes watching your every move. It didn’t help that everyone else was having fun, while you were paranoid.

Arriving at the beach, things got worse. Josuke was behind you at all times, and really if people weren’t around you would have yelled at him to leave you alone. Unfortunately you couldn’t do that. Not with Okuyasu and the rest of your friends here at least.

You excused yourself to the bathroom just to get away from Josuke, and you could say that those three minutes you spent alone in the bathroom, were the best minutes you had in your life up until this point. You then heard the doorknob jiggle, so you walked over to it and unlocked it. “Yukako is that you? I’m almost done let me just-” you gasped at the sight, but before you could react, Josuke had covered your mouth and locked you both in the bathroom.

You whimpered and tried to scream but it was no use, Josuke was using Crazy Diamond to close your mouth. You heard Josuke chuckle, “You know its really cute when you think you can run away from your future boyfriend [first]-chan. Did you really think you could escape me?” he said. You felt as if he was mocking you. Things escalated from bad to worse as Josuke began to kiss your neck. Kisses went from heated bites on your neck, then sloppy, inexperienced kisses from Josuke. He had your breasts exposed, since he ripped your top immediately. You tried to remain emotionless throughout this whole session, but Josuke noticed, so he pinched your nipple to get a reaction. And a reaction he got as you released a muffled moan from your covered lips. “Please stop..” you whimpered.

You heard Okuyasu shout from outside, “Hey [first]-chan! Are you good in there?”. You wanted to cry for help, but Josuke bent you over and slapped your ass, “Go ahead doll, tell him you’re okay..” he whispered. Crazy Diamond lowered it’s hand from your mouth to let you speak. Josuke raised your head up, “And remember, if you yell for help, I’ll open this door right now and show Okuyasu how much of a whore you look-”

“I-i’m okay! Just a bit dizzy! I’ll be out soon!” you told him, you didn’t want Okuyasu to see you like this. “Okay! Just call me if you need anything” and with that you didn’t hear from the husky voiced male anymore, but you heard Josuke whisper in your ear,

“That’s my good girl...”

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere josuke #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere josuke higashikata #jjba imagines #josuke higashitaka #yandere headcanons #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo x reader #yandere josuke x reader #not proud of this one but oh well

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giaourtopita · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I get headcanons for the brothers comforting an abused mc? Please ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing it! Thank you!

brothers with an abused mc

hi, this was hard to write but i really tried my best, since you didn't specify what kind of abuse i had to look it up and assign one on each brother. i hope this is good enough for you and i'm sorry if any of this happened to you irl, my dms are open if you need to talk!! i did the twins and mammon with lucifer together btw!

warnings; talks about past abuse, angst, MAJOR TW for implied non con, physical violence, lesson 16 spoilers, gn mc.

lucifer & mammon

- mc was trying to sleep but mammon was getting punished again, he had sold some of lucifer's cursed vinyls and lucifer was very angry at his brother.

- lucifer had been going off on mammon for at least five hours.

- mc decided to go to lucifer's room to stop him from yelling since they were sure they weren't the only person in the house to not being able to sleep because of the oldest brothers' conflict.

- they entered the room, lucifer stopped yelling at mammon for a split second before continuing to scream and yell all over again.

- this whole situation was getting too familiar for mc to handle.

- they got closer to mammon and started dragging him away from lucifer, the latter tried to grab him but mc used their pact to stop him.

- they took mammon to their room and locked the door so lucifer couldn't get in.

- "i know you're supposed to be scolded right now but i really wanted to sleep so i had to stop this."..."also, this whole situation felt familiar and it was making me relive situations like this one so i had to drag you away."

- mc told mammon that when they were younger they used to get scolded about things they couldn't control, just like how mammon gets scolded all the time for being greedy when being greedy is his natural state.

- "and before you say anything, no i don't agree with you stealing stuff and selling them but i can recognise that you get carried away and you can't control it most of the time."..."that being said, tomorrow morning you will buy back every vinyl you sold because lucifer really loves his collection and this wasn't fair. am i understood?"

- mammon simply nodded and after a while they both lay down on mc's bed to sleep.

- mc's brain kept replaying scenes of them getting yelled at and being called names in their head, not being able to stop it, they started sobbing.

- "mc, what happened? you were okay just now."

- mc told mammon everything that had happened to them and how people used to treat them, not knowing what to say since mammon is also being used as everyone's punching bag, he held them tight and started rubbing their back in a soothing way. he didn't even let them go until the next morning.

- luckily it was saturday so mammon didn't have to go to r.a.d., instead he left the house of lamentation early in the morning in order to get all of the sold vinyls back.

- when it was finally afternoon mammon found everything he had sold.

- he went to lucifer's study and gave them to him as an apology.

- "look, i'm sorry. i'll try my best not to do this again for mc's sake. and yours i know i can be a handful sometimes."

-"mc's sake? what do they have to do with this apart from dragging you away during your punishment?"

- mammon explained everything to lucifer, knowing that it was very likely that he would understand.

- during the night time, lucifer visited mc and even though he wanted to thank them for helping him his pride didn't let him so he thought of a different way to show his gratitude.

- "get up, we're going to my room"

- mc reluctantly followed him, lucifer started playing one of his returned vinyls.

- "you know i'm not going to stop punishing my brothers when they do something wrong but since you helped me this time, even if your way didn't seem as strict i'll tone it down with the punishments for your sake, okay? and i'm sorry for everything that happened to you. i wish i could help. if anything happens just tell me."

- mc didn't expect their actions to have such big impact and they didn't know how to react either so they just hugged him as tightly as they could.

- lucifer hugged them back and started running his fingers through their hair.

leviathan

- they had been in levi's room for about five hours hours, he invited them over to play one of his newest games but he kept expanding their stay in his room for longer.

- "levi, i'm sorry but i really need to go. i have to study for tomorrow, i'll come back once i'm done okay?"

- "sure, if course you'd get tired of me too. i am a yucky otaku after all that's why no one wants to be around me."

- "can you stop saying that? you're not yucky and i really do want to be around you, i just have homework. please don't say those things, at least not in front of me. it makes me feel bad.", mc told him while trying to hold back their tears.

- levi stopped talking and actually thought about it. before he able to say anything, mc suggested he comes to their room and plays on his phone or something so that he could still be with them even if they did different things.

- a few hours later, mc was done with their homework and sat next to levi on their bed.

- "m-maybe we could have a sleepover here tonight?", mc accepted and he rushed to put his pyjamas on, bring his laptop and some snacks he had bought from akuzon.

- after levi settled down in their room, mc explained to him that they used to be in a situation where someone close to them was talking about themselves in a self deprecating manner to keep them close to them and manipulate them, levi apologised after they told him the truth.

- mc started cuddling him, they made him place his head on their chest and stroked his hair, while they were watching some random romantic anime movie.

satan

- when mc refused to make a pact with him they didn't understand why he would start acting like that, threatening them to hurt them when all they did was deny him a pact, especially since he was always so calm and collected.

- thankfully they managed to stay calm that time but this time, this time was different.

- he and mc had gone together to the nearest grocery store to get ingredients for tonight's dinner.

- the exchange student got lost in the aisle that had human world food.

- they frantically started looking for satan since he's the only one keeping them safe right now.

- some other lower level demons noticed the distraught human and decide to follow them.

- mc got cornered as the demons were looking down at them, telling them what awful things things they'll do to them.

- when mc was about to be picked up by one of the demons, satan finally found them. he got upset, not at mc since they didn't really do anything wrong.

- he got very angry, shifting to his demon form in a blink of an eye, he told mc to cover their eyes and ears and started beating the demons using as much force as he could. he used them as punching bags to release all the anger they had given him and it worked!

- he calmed down completely and the two quickly finished shopping and headed home.

- satan told mc to stay in his room if they didn't feel safe staying alone.

- while mc was heading to satan's room, he informed lucifer about the situation knowing that his older brother would probably do something similar if not anything worse. he then quickly went to his room, finding mc curled up in his bed waiting for him.

- they talked to him about how bad they felt and how they were threatened. satan soon realised that he also had done something similar to them in the past, he apologised again for his behaviour.

- they stayed in his room for a few days, much to his brothers dismay, but all he cared about during that time was if mc felt safe.

asmodeus

(tw for implied non con)

- asmo and mc decided they would spend the day together, it had been a few days since he got to hangout with them and eventually he had grown needy to be with them.

- when mc finally entered his room, he hugged them, making mc flinch.

- asmo thought it was weird but didn't think much of it because they acted like that whenever he would touch them.

- "so mc, i really missed you~"

- he tried putting his arms around them to hug them again, but mc reacted differently this time.

- they started crying and saying "no" over and over again.

- "oh no darling, what happened?"

- mc explained that their ex used to do things to them, things they didn't consent to. asmo understood immediately what they were talking about.

- since he loves going out at night, there have been situations where other demons have tried taking advantage of the fact that he was drunk and almost passed out but nothing ever really happened because lucifer always came to his rescue.

- "it's okay sweetie, let it all out. i'm just happy you're here with me"

- he asked them if he could run his fingers through their hair so they could relax, they accepted and cautiously put their head on his lap so he could do it.

- after a while they had calmed down enough to fall asleep. asmo took them to their room, knowing that they wouldn't be comfortable enough staying at someone else's room just yet, even if they had just opened up about what happened to them.

beelzebub & belphegor

- when mc time travelled, they didn't think that belphie's true intentions were to hurt them, especially since they thought they were finally safe from their home situation.

- it hit them like a truck watching their other self dying by belphie's hands.

- eventually after belphie had apologised again and again for what happened and showed them how sorry he was, they began getting close.

- beel helped them and mc was able to trust belphie enough, especially after they made a pact.

- what happened with belphie made them more aware of the disadvantage mc was in but they didn't think anything would happen this time. after all they were in r.a.d., one of the safest places to be in the devildom.

- as mc was getting ready for p.e., some other demons were also getting ready.

- apparently they were jealous that mc had pacts with all seven lords and wanted to teach them a lesson, so one of them decided to make a scene.

- the demon kicked their stomach but mc was very lucky that beel's pact mark was on their stomach, the kicks somehow activated the mark and signalled beel that something wasn't okay.

- he rushed to their location and took them away from the demons and informed lucifer that he was taking them home.

- belphie didn't go to r.a.d. because he wanted to skip some of the early classes. when he saw mc coughing up blood, he got flashbacks from that night.

- he started apologizing to them again while beel was looking for a healing spell.

- "it's okay, you didn't do anything", mc told belphie.

- after they started feeling better, the twins took mc to their room.

- both demons lay down next to them and belphie used his power to help them sleep while beel started petting their hair to make them relax and help belphie use his power more efficiently.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me brothers #obey me swd

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jjmjjktth · 4 years ago

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Prologue: The Escape

First - Previous - Next - Masterlist - (ao3)

I saw this fic idea by @messymessyml and couldn’t help myself. I tagged the people who asked to be tagged on the original post; if you want to be added comment or send an ask ;)

Damian is 16 and Marinette is a month shy of 16 at the beginning of the fic.

the characters may be a tad OOC.

TW: Bullying, cursing (it’s censored but still there)

Damian stormed into the cave through the zeta tube. Everyone moved aside; they had not seen a look of such fury since he had first come to Gotham. Despite him not being the violent assassin he was raised to be, Robin found himself nearly following through with his usual threats. Not even bothering to discard his equipment, the heir walked straight to one of the side rooms for private discussions. As predicted, his father followed him. No doubt for a lecture.

Spinning around to face his father, Damian took a deep breath. I can’t lose my head, it won't help my case.

“Father….” there was so much defeat and anger in his voice that the bat seemed to almost reconsider his decision, almost. Robin watched his Father lift his hand to stop him from speaking any further, and begin to address him.

“It was the right call, Damian. It had to be done. You cannot just run around with superpowers. I had to deal with that.”

“It wasn’t your call.” The teen growled. “I had an advantage, Father! It would have been hard for Mother to kill me again! I was safe.”

“You do not need powers to be safe, Damian.”

“I died because I was too slow. It wasn’t your call to remove my safety net! It was mine!”

“I am your father! Everything is my call!” Daman could see that this was going nowhere. Setting his face into a scowl, he left the cave.

Left with his thoughts as he navigated through the maze-like halls of Wayne Manor, the young hero began to negotiate with himself; beginning a difficult game of mental tug-of-war. Weighing the pros and cons proved to be harder than he originally thought; it started with admitting that he may have become attached to his “siblings”, at least more than he would have originally thought he could be. On the other hand, they treated him one of two ways, all of the time; he was always either a child or a weapon. At the very least they should be able to treat him like his actual age! But, they also cared for him a lot… in their own way. On top of that, the manor was a hugely more beneficial environment than the league ever was. His mother would also have a harder time reaching him here. That didn't stop her before. Despite how “safe” this place was said to be, his mother still found a way to kill him for his change in loyalty. If he left, he would surely be caught. If you stay, she will know you’re here and plan accordingly.

Slowly the pros started to outweigh the cons making his decision obvious, he would run away tonight.

It wasn’t until he arrived in his room that he realized he was still wearing his uniform. Not wanting to return to the cave, the heir simply folded the uniform and placed it at the end of his bed. No doubt Pennyworth would retrieve it in the morning. He glanced around his room. There weren't any decorations aside from the occasional painting or katana. Making up his mind, Damian went through his few belongings that mattered. He had to be careful to find ones that would not have a tracking device in them. I’ll have to go to my safehouse for clothes. He gathered up all his weapons that wouldn't be noticed gone and wouldn't be flagged by airport security. Putting everything in a bag, he snuck out his window and took off for his apartment. Leaving only a note that read, I need space, I will be at one of my safehouses, off grid.

___________Marinette pov______________

“You b*tch!” a loud slap echoed across the school courtyard. “Not only are you a liar and a bully, you’re a thief too!” Alya screamed, waving her hands around. “That’s Lila’s life’s work and you just claim it as your own! Lazy, fat, sl*t!”

“But, Alya! I have my sig–”

“I didn’t say you could speak, wh*r*.” Alya said, grabbing the designer’s shirt. “You are going to stand up; walk over to Lila; apologise; and give her her sketchbook back. Understand b*tch.”

“No.” Mari took a deep breath and shoved her building emotions back down into their designated corner. “I will not apologise to Lila because I did–”

“What did you say b*tch!”

“I said no.”

“You piece of sh*t.”

At this point Marinette just tuned her ex-best friend out. She always said the same things. So the heroine only waited.

After school Marinette left for home immediately; she did not want to be in any trouble for being late for her shift. With twenty minutes to spare, the girl leapt up the stairs three-at-a-time to reach her room with enough time for concealer. She would probably be grounded for operating the register with marks on her face. It’s a good thing that my miraculous has healing properties or I wouldn't be able to work at all.

While at the till, a swarm of wasps swept through the shop stinging everyone, except Marinette. As soon as she saw the wasps, she took off for the walk-in freezer in the back of the bakery. Tikki fazed through the door to see when it would be clear to leave the freezer.

“All clear Marinette!” Tikki chirped.

“Thanks.” The hero swung open the door and took off running for the Seine.

Upon arriving at he famous river, Marinette dove into the water scattering the trail of wasps behind her. Pulling out the water powerup, Mari was amazed to discover that even underwater the macaroon did not get soggy, but remained its usual texture and firmness. Calling for her transformation again, Ladybug sprinted to Master Fu’s location unaware of the villain tailing her.

“Master Fu! May I use the snake miraculous?” With a nod, Master Fu pulled out the miracle box and selected the snake miraculous.

“Thank you!” LB called out as she left merging the two miraculous. Lately, Marinette had taken to using the ladybug and snake miraculous together having taken the cat miraculous away from Adrien.

Arriving in front of the town hall, Ladybug surveyed the battlefield. In front of the akuma, Miracle Queen, stood all her previous allies: Adrien, Luka, Ivan, Nino, Max, Alya, and Kagami. They all appear to have been stung by the wasps. At that moment, Hawkmoth arrived bearing the miracle box! Hawkmoth passed the box to Miracle Queen and the students stepped forward to take their respective jewels. All but two, Luka and Adrien. Ladybug had both of those miraculous on her person (the black cat miraculous was in her yoyo) She was about to enter the battle when Master Fu leapt over the building in pursuit of the villain weilding the turtle as Jade Turtle. At that moment Ladybug engaged the various villains calling for her second chance.

As she landed, Pegasus opened a portal to space. Reactivating second chance she tried again, and again, and again, and again. Until she managed to take the dragon and horse miraculous back.

There was a rush of wind and all the holders before her, except Hawkmoth and Myura, were stripped of their miraculous as a light formed above her head. Oh no, Master Fu! The miracle box fell into her hands. Using the destraction Ladybug broke and purified the akuma.

She ran to Master Fu as quickly as she could.

“Master Fu! Are you okay?” She waited with baited breath.

“Hello, young lady, do I know you?” There went any hope I had.

“No, I’m just a concerned citizen.”

I dropped off the miracle box in my room before releasing Tikki from my transformation and entering the bakery through the front. Her parents were there, waiting for her.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Sabine said smiling at Marinette with daggers for eyes.

“Yes, Maman.” Nope. Nope. Nope. Not today. Not ever.

As soon as Marinette reached her room, she pulled out the miracle box, a backpack of clothes and sewing supplies, and her toiletries (she could pull money out of her account later if needed). Opening the box, Marinette took out the horse miraculous releasing Kaalki.

“Master F– where is Master Fu, Marinette.”

“Gone, he relinquished his guardianship when hawkmoth cornered him.” She put on the glasses. “I need an escape; is that ok Kaalki?”

“Of course guardian.”

The girl called for Kaalki’s transformation, summoned a portal, gathered her belongings, and walked through.

Authors notes will be at the end from now on (minus warnings and such)

what should i call this story?

Smiles and love, Jjmjjktth <3 :)

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Taglist: @swiftie-miraculer13 @messymessyml

#maribat #marinette #salt #damian wayne #the bats #daminette #paris has a hawkmoth problem #toodles #wip #young hearts are easily broken

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abundanceofnots · 4 years ago

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Ficlet idea: Now that Mickey’s using kevs gym he’s been giving guys tips from his prison workouts. Ian is NOT happy about the level of attention he gets when he stops by one day

(You can read this fic here, or on AO3.)

So, the KevFit membership was still a thing. Cool.

And, okay, listen. It wasn’t that Ian minded Mickey going to the gym. Of course, he didn’t. It was just the way this whole thing came to be that Ian wouldn’t call ideal.

Mickey liked to say Ian body-shamed him into working out, and frankly, Ian could see why he would.

They gave each other shit all the time. Laughed about hairy toes, prodded at each other’s saggy parts. And when they were both in the right headspace, it was just that—provoking banter. But Mickey, being the sensitive creature that he was, sometimes took it too close to heart.

And yeah, maybe Ian nagged him a few too many times about staying healthy after the lockdown started when Mickey’s only method of balancing out his liquid beer diet was riding Ian’s dick. But by then, it felt like they’d been occupying the same 1x1 bedroom for years, so it wasn’t exactly Ian’s fault.

If Mickey decided to go about it this way, great. Seriously. It only meant that Ian didn’t need to worry about getting his knuckles bruised anytime soon. And while he secretly mourned the loss of Mickey’s soft belly, he wasn’t going to complain. Not when Mickey looked the way he did now.

The thought was on Ian’s mind again that morning while he brushed his teeth over the bathroom sink, using the time on his hands to watch his husband in the mirror as he showered.

The curtain was only partially closed, just enough so that Mickey wasn’t splashing water around the tub while still leaving space for Ian to see him.

And boy, did he see him.

His broad shoulders. His arms stretching as he ran his hands through his wet hair. The dimples on his back. The marks Ian left on his ass when they fucked earlier.

When Mickey turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub, Ian found himself drawn to the little water droplets sliding over the Ian Galager tattoo and down his pecs, his abs, the V shape of his hips, and into his pubes.

Ian only realized he entirely forgot to move the toothbrush in his mouth when one corner of Mickey’s mouth curled into a teasing smirk.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Mickey asked, sounding smug as hell as he reached for his towel.

“Definitely not your ugly mug.”

Coming out all muffled, Ian’s words lost some of their intended edges. He angled himself back to the sink and spat.

“You have the tits of a 12-year-old girl,” he added quickly like there was a five-second rule for when you could still save your diss. He looked up just in time to see Mickey scrunch his face in mild outrage.

“Fuck off, these are C cups at least.”

“Like you're such an expert on those.”

Ian let out a low yelp as Mickey unexpectedly smacked his back, right around where his Monica tattoo was.

“Well, they're not your mom's tits, that's for sure,” Mickey noted through a sneer.

He then went back to drying himself, and Ian allowed himself to openly gawk at his slightly misty reflection again.

Several mechanical strokes of his toothbrush later, the thought came back, clouding his mind with an ugly feeling.

The intuitive thing would be to push it back and pretend like everything was okay, but they were married now and told each other shit, right? He had to say something.

“Going to the gym again today?” Ian asked eventually, trying to come off as noncommittal as he could with his mouth full and his eyes trained on the drain.

Obviously, he didn’t mind getting horny over his buff husband. No, the actual reason Ian was so bothered about all this was that other people now had free reigns to get horny over him as well.

You see, since Mickey started paying Kev’s gym his regular visits, he’d managed to attract a flock of followers. Fucking fans.

That, at least, was what Ian called them. Mickey, of course, didn’t see it like that. For him, they were paying customers.

“It’s easy money, man. And the crowd’s gettin’ bigger and bigger every week.” Mickey looked pleased as he wrapped the towel around his hips. “Anyway, it’s not like I have to do much. Most of the time, I just do my thing, and the bunch of ‘em stare at my ass.”

Ian bent forward and spat.

“So basically, they pay to jerk off your ego,” he pointed out, slumping his shoulders to show how totally unimpressed he was by that notion.

“’Xactly. And maybe something else, too.”

Mickey’s cackle followed him out into the hallway as he left Ian alone in the bathroom.

---

It was clearly a joke. A nasty joke that was supposed to leave a sting, but there was absolutely no need for Ian to worry. And he kept telling himself that all day—right until the moment he entered the badly-lit backroom of the Alibi and found himself in the company of a pack of Northsiders in designer label gym clothes.

Before he could spot Mickey anywhere among them, some blond guy in what seemed like an uncomfortably too tight a tank top came to his side.

„Looks like we have a newcomer in our midst.” The guy clicked his tongue, giving Ian an blatant once-over. “You here for the Mickeffect?”

„The what?“

„The Mickeffect. That’s what we call this class. Unofficially, of course, because the class is sorta kinda unofficial, too.” At that, he sniggered, which Ian immediately found annoying. “3pm, every Tuesday and Thursday. You from the Facebook group?”

Ian resisted the urge to scoff. “Uh, no.”

“Just lucky coincidence, then? Well, since you’re already here, I think you’re gonna enjoy yourself. The dude who leads this class is ex-con, so he knows all the right ways to abuse the body if you know what I mean.”

Clenching his fists inside the pockets of his sweatpants, Ian smiled politely and nodded. He wasn’t going to give this blond douchebag the satisfaction and punch him in the face. Not yet, at least.

“Hot as hell, too. And man, that ass. Simply de-licious. The whole thing actually only went off after I posted a video of him doing squats. Got 50k views in a day, a whole article on PinkNews a week later. The title was The Ex-con Hunk Who Makes Chicagoans Sweat Like Crazy – And Then Tells Them Off. Funny.”

The guy shrugged in this wannabe innocent you know how it is way. Ian was relieved to realize he really, really didn’t.

“We get new people all the time, but the return rate is terrible,” Blond Douchebag continued, amazingly. “Most of the boys come for Mickey but then leave with someone else. Maybe you’ll get lucky here, too.”

“I’m married,“ Ian retorted, hoping it would be enough to make him stop talking.

But Blond Douchebag didn’t even blink. “Yeah, so are some of the guys here. And he is, too, but I don’t think he’s the typa guy who would be deterred by that.“

Careful there, pal, Ian thought. Or you might find your pretty face landing very unprettily on a beer keg.

“Oh, hey!“

The familiar voice came out of nowhere, prematurely ending Ian’s plans to show this complete dickwad the practical meaning of the word concussion.

His head snapped to his right where Mickey was now standing, his eyes carefully roaming over Ian. There was a softness in them for a moment before his whole face morphed into a smirk.

„Came to learn something from the expert?” he teased.

Ian clenched his jaw. “Something like that.”

As Mickey moved past them, Blond Douchebag gave Ian a sly wink.

---

Ian wasn’t sure what kind of problems the snooty Northsiders could possibly be dealing with in their private lives, but this whole thing seemed to have almost therapeutical effects on them.

Mickey called them Ansel Elgort (not a compliment) or White Kanye West (also not a compliment) while he listened to their crap, and they giggled like teenage girls. He yelled at them for being pussies, and they were only a touch away from popping a boner. It made zero fucking sense.

And Mickey, well. The dickhead was so clearly giving them an upgraded version to his usual performance. Biting his bottom lip all the time. Flexing his muscles a little too hard. Grabbing everyone’s attention by letting out these exaggerated grunts.

Ian officially reached his bullshit limit when Mickey finished off a set of pull-ups and promptly took his shirt off to wipe his face. The way everything around him seemed to come to a stop for a hot minute had Ian’s eyes rolling.

It was totally ridiculous. Were these guys really so desperate?

Getting a better grip on the skipping rope he was using, Ian caught Mickey watching him, his brows arched, the dare behind them so plain and obvious.

And yeah, okay, asshole. Two could play this game.

“You know what,” Ian started out loud so everyone could hear him. He let the rope fall to his feet and instead tugged his own shirt off. “We did things a little differently in the army.”

His grin widened when he heard one of the guys audibly gulp.

---

“Fifty!”

“One hundred!”

“Fuck off, you can’t do one hundred push-ups in one go.”

“With one hand behind my back.”

Maybe kneeling on the feet of two wheezing guys doing sit-ups wasn’t the best time to have a whispered shouting match with your husband, but honestly, Ian couldn’t give two shits. Mickey was seriously pissing him off—and like hell was he going to let him win. Even if it was just this one petty argument.

“You need stamina when you’re the top. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to do all the fucking work while the bottom just lies there.”

“Oh, oh, please! Tell us more about your workouts in the army. Was this before or after you tried to run away from there by stealing a damn helicopter?”

They were suddenly aware that their periphery vision got surprisingly still. Almost in tandem, they looked down at the alarmed expressions of their trainees.

“Did I fuckin’ tell you to stop, Asthma Boy?” Mickey grumbled at his guy. “Gimme three more sets of twenty!”

---

Blond Douchebag must have taken a genuine liking to him because he later offered to cover Ian as he pounded into the punching bag. And while he technically did hold onto the punching bag, his eyes were always on Mickey.

“Wonder who Ian is,” he mused as he observed Mickey’s topless form. “Think it’s the husband? Probably doesn’t even realize what a hot piece of ass he’s got at home.”

Too easy. It would be entirely too easy to pretend Ian’s hand slipped and he hit him by mistake, and he wasn’t going to stoop that low. He wasn’t.

Taking in a deep breath, Ian started punching harder.

He wasn’t.

“Everything okay here?”

Mickey had his shirt tucked under the elastic band of his pants, and from the corner of his eyes, Ian couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat that covered his face and upper body. He wasn’t the only one.

“Oh, more than okay,” Blond Douchebag practically purred.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

“Whoa, Ian, hey.” Mickey sounded worried. “Take it easy, man.”

And fucking finally, that seemed to have done the job. Because Blond Douchebag wasn’t looking at Mickey anymore, he was looking back at Ian, and his bravado was long gone. Now, there was childlike fear in his stance, and Ian almost pitied him.

“Oh shit. You’re Ian,” he managed before the next punch landed right into his face, knocking him down on the floor.

Panting, Ian stood over him as he clutched his bleeding nose.

“Yes, I’m Ian,” he snarled at him. “And his ass is all mine.”

Someone gripped his arm then.

“Okay, the show’s over, Muhammad Ali. Better get out of here,” Mickey muttered as he pushed Ian across the gym, past all the Northside wimps who seemed too tired to do anything other than being in shock. “Come on. Ian, come the fuck on!”

From the Alibi, they ran. Sprinted along the streets and over honking cars, zig-zagged through commuters, and flipped off those who wolf-whistled at their half-naked bodies. They ran until they ended up in a dirty alley with no one else in sight, their sides on fire, and broke into a fit of laughter.

Ian only realized Mickey brought his shirt when he used it to slap his chest.

“Jealous fucker.”

“Shut the fuck up. Wasn’t jealous.”

But Mickey was still wearing that suggestive whatcha gonna do now smirk, and his lips were shiny from being licked over just a second ago, and so the next thing Ian knew, he was pushing him against a wall and kissing him thoroughly.

His hands went to Mickey’s ass, lifting him up just slightly as his fingers dug in, and Ian pulled back to let out a moan.

“Mm, I fuckin’ love your ass.”

Mickey groaned. “Jesus Christ, please don’t tell me all of this was because of my ass.”

Leaning down again, Ian murmured into his mouth: “Isn’t it always?”

#sorry anon this took FOREVER #hope it makes you laugh at least #they're being dumb and competitive and in love #just how we like 'em #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fic #gallavich #writing prompt #my fics

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g-on-ef · 4 years ago

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Blitz cant understand why Striker gives him so much attention. Striker kisses him, holds him, speaks to him like an equal, not a fuck toy. Striker makes Blitz feel things, things he’s never felt properly before. He’s had exes, sure,but he’s never been in love.

Their tails intertwine as they sit in front of the campfire. The warmth of the flames warm Blitz’s skin. What is this feeling... what is it?

Striker leans in, and kisses him. He kisses his lips, his chin, then down to his neck, where the kiss becomes a bite; teeth biting down on red skin, tasting blood. He bites down until blood fills his mouth, and then, for the rest of the night, his forked tongue laps at the newly formed mating bite, and Blitz understands.

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A/N: Sorry this took long ^^; hope the wait was worth it ^^ Also there is a poor attempt at smut it’s an attempt but it’s a poor one ^^;

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The Harvest Moon Festival was over, the gang was back in IMP City and Blitz...Blitz was curled up in Striker’s side as the cowboy rubbed his back.

He should be angry at himself for seeing Striker behind his employees’ back, especially after what he did to Millie and Moxxie, what he tried to do to Stolas.

Be disgusted with himself that he allowed this assassin to touch him in ways not many have.

And yet...here he was...in Striker’s bed...curled up against him, naked as the day he was born.

The two just finished an amazing round of sex and now here they were basking in the after glow of their fucking.

He could feel Striker’s tail intertwining with his own, he hated that; hated because whenever an imp curled their tails with another it was usually a sign of affection, a sign of love and trust, a sign that meant that they were together and belong to each other only.

Blitz should tell Striker to stop hell, he should definitely push him away or even off instead he tighten his tail around Stirker’s, moves closer to the taller imp and tighten his hold on him.

“What are you thinking about,” Striker asked.Blitz didn’t say anything instead he just continued to draw patterns across Striker’s chest careful to avoid the scars he had.

“Nothing,” he said softly, Striker doesn’t push, doesn’t call him out on his lying, doesn’t try to force whatever is on his mind out of it instead he just pulls him closer kisses the top of his head and hums a little tune luring Blitz to sleep.

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Stolas had a way to irritate him, the baby voice he always used on him, the constant reminder that he was an imp, the insults that were disguised as compliments; yeah the bird had ways to make him regret talking Striker out of shooting him.

Speaking of the assassin, Blitz couldn’t help but smile. Last night he took Blitz for a ride on Bombproof, it was nice not to mention their conversations. Blitz still couldn’t believe that Striker told him who his mother is, that he was Lady Lilith’s son but the queen didn’t know he was alive and he wanted to keep it that way.

“You know I could go to the queen,” he said playfully.

“Let her know that her son is alive and bring you to her,”

He expected Striker to undermined him, tell him that he wouldn’t do that or some other bs crap that made Blitz feel like a lesser being.

Imagine his shock when he said,

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did that, hell I can already see you going up to her and bribing her with information about me,”

He looked at him oddly.

“Wait, you think I am capable of doing that?”

“Tch, I don’t think that boss man, I know your capable of doing it. Fuck, you con Goiesha to get you through the surface, you run a successful company, love if I ever find out Lilith knows of my existence I would still be shock.

Knowing you, you would probably have a plan to use it to your advantage,”

It was weird...hearing Striker praise him like that...hearing the respect and admiration that Striker had for him caused Blitz to blush before he looked away.

Striker believed he was capable of conning the Queen of Hell? The Queen?

Fuck he wasn’t sure what to do with this information but he couldn’t help but smile as he realized that Striker meant it when he said he had potential to do great things, that he wasn’t just toying with him, that he-

“Oh Blitzzzzyyyy!”He groan in annoyance and began to wonder if he should ask the Queen he knows about Striker and he would gladly give him to her if she let him kill Stolas with no consequences.

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He’s always listening to him, it didn’t mattered if he was talking about some random bullshit, complaining about some of his clients, whatever was on his mind Striker was always listening to him.

At first he thought he wasn’t paying any attention to him hell why should he, he’s a clown something to be laughed at, a toy to be used and than be thrown away because the owner got what it needed from it.

But than he surprised him one day when he came over to his house Striker set up a cute fort; blankets being draped over furniture with some fairy lights surrounding them pillows on the ground and a medium size TV inside the fort along with different snacks and drinks.

“What’s all this?”

Striker appears behind him and wraps his hands around him and pulled him close to his body.

He kisses his cheek before answering,

“You said you always wanted to see that horse movie Black Beauty, so I bought it and thought we can watch it,”

“You wanna watch a horse movie?” he turned to look at Striker in disbelief.

“Yes,”

“Why?”

“Because you love horses, and you told me this is one of your favorite movies, figure I’d watch it with you and see what the fuss is about,”

Blitz blushed as Striker mentioned he wanted to watch it because it was Blitz’s favorite movie. If he was honest with himself he doesn’t even remember mentioning the movie being his favorite since he tends to talk about random stuff, hell sometimes he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.

Usually Moxxie or Millie have to remind him to slow down or that he’s losing focus...again.

Still Blitz is reminded again how Striker listened to everything he had to say, how he never asked him to slow down, never told him he was losing focus, Striker would just sit there quietly and listen to Blitz’s rambles and now seeing that he remembers that Blitz loved Black Beauty showed him that he has been listening to him...this whole time.

“And the fort?” he had to ask.

Striker laughed.

“That’s for us to relax and have a nice date night together.

Date...all of Blitz’s dates have always been about his partner in fact Blitz was always the giver in every relationship that he was in so to see that Striker was willing to do something nice for him...yeah Blitz looked away before he could say something he would regret.

“Yeah...let’s go and watch the umm...the movie...yeah let’s go watch it,” he said trying so hard not to sound like he was seconds away from blurting out those words.

Striker just laughed as he was pulled into the fort. He sat down and placed Blitz on his lap, the two sat back and enjoyed the movie as they fed each other candy, wings, and drank from the same cup. If Blitz was honest he was waiting for Striker to try something but he didn’t instead the two spend the night watching the movie and enjoying each other’s company.

Half way through the movie Blitz fell asleep and Striker laid him down on the pillows and curled up against him. The two fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

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He stared at the embers of the flames as they danced around, he closed his eyes and listen to the crackling of wood he lean back on Striker’s chest, their eyes met, both staring into each other’s a myriad of emotions swirling around them.

He turns around on his lap, his tail searching for Striker’s, Striker wrapping his own around his own.

They continue to stare at one another.

Blitz can feel that feeling, the one he’s tried so hard to ignore growing as they continue to look at one another.

Striker cups his face before he leans in, his lips moving along with his own he picks him up, his lips never leaving his as he lays him down on the sleeping bag.

Striker pulls back a little, his thumb stroke his cheek as he unbuttons Blitz’s shirt, Blitz does the same, the two begin to undress one another.

He can feel Striker’s fingers enter his hole, scissoring him open for his big cock. He moans as he feels him hitting his prostate. His fingers digging into his back as he takes his time with him.

Blitz can feel him kissing his lips, his cheeks, his chin before moving down and sucking on his neck.

He than removes his finger making Blitz whine as he was close to cumming but it doesn’t last long as Striker’s cock enters his hole filling him up once again. He moves gently at first before he fastens his past.

Blitz is in heaven, at least that’s how Striker manages to make him feel Striker pulls back staring down at the city imp with that emotion, that emotion that was no doubt being reflected in his eyes.

He leans down, moving in and out of him, Blitz moans muffled by the kiss. Striker pulls back and places a kiss on his chin before moving down kissing his neck.

The kiss turns into a bite, teeth biting down his neck as blood spilled but was lapped up as Striker drank it, Blitz comes, Striker’s name escaping his lips.

Striker groans as his continues to fuck Blitz through his orgasm, the cowboy follows after him and cums inside him.

Striker pulls back and licks his lips, he looks down on Blitz who’s looking at him with amazement.

Striker leans down and begins to lick the newly form mating bite placing kisses on it whenever he can.

He smiles as he feel Striker’s lips on his new mark.

“I love you,” he whispers softly he feels Striker’s smile before he hears those words being return to him.

“I love you too Blitz”

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A/N: Well that was fun now onto the rest of the prompts ^^ also guy don’t forget if you wanna send me any Striker x Blitz prompts feel free to do so ^^ One more thing if i have any Army following me I have one thing to say STREAM BUTTER !!!

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scabopolis · 4 years ago

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Ummm because my brain could never come up with something as genius as yours, I will ask—nay, BEG—for more LoVe Vampire AU from Day 1 AU week.

Title: do not engage (part two of this little ficlet) Rating: PG-13 (some swears…because girl is still stressed) Pairing: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars, Additional Tags: Secret identity, vaguely vampire hunter related things, filed under: relationship obstacles, sharing of bagels, vampire Logan is probably far too schmoopy, tried to write angst but whooops I think it's fluff? Word Count: 1,800

For you, dear, @ayy-ohh? Anything. This one really got me stuck because...like...world building? What is that? And would vampires eat bagels? And why DOES Logan have a cell in his basement? So many questions. Anyway! Here it is! *** That she can’t remember ever seeing Logan Echolls in the daylight should have been Veronica’s first clue.

It’s just, given the nocturnal demands of her profession and thus her morning grumpiness, it was easy to miss. Easy to be grateful for. Easy to be relieved that Logan wasn’t like her college boyfriend—the kind of guy who insisted they wake up at 6:00 AM to go running and felt a day spent inside with the shades drawn was a day wasted.

There were, of course, other clues she missed.

Weirdly cryptic statements and obfuscations. (Given she was also prone to said crypticism, she didn’t press for fear he’d do the same.) His reticence towards beach days. (It seemed logical! Who doesn’t hate dodging tourists?) The weird way he’d linger at doorways of unfamiliar houses. (Again, given her own antipathy to socializing, his hesitation was something she understood.)

In retrospect, given that not pressing Logan on his vague answers landed her here—in a weird cell gnawing at the ropes her ex-boyfriend tied tightly around her wrists—she supposes she should have tried harder. She hears Logan’s footsteps on the stairs into the basement but doesn’t stop her attempt to undo the knots.

“I hope you have a good dental plan,” Logan says. She rolls her eyes and continues to work at the strands with her teeth. “Is there even a vampire hunter’s union? Might be something worth looking into. Though, given the general mistrust the position requires, electing a president might prove tricky.”

“God, staking you would have at least gotten you to shut up.”

“But then there’s the crushing guilt.”

“I would have managed.”

Do not engage. In the 36-ish hours she’s been in this cell, that’s been her motto. The secret to coping with the fact that your boyfriend is a vampire and that you and your dad are vampire hunters is to remain detached and cold.

Except it hasn’t been easy. Because her wrists hurt, she smells bad, and oh yeah, apparently she’s not as out of love with the bloodthirsty monster wearing the hell out of a henley and holding a bag of takeout as she thought.

“I got bagels,” he says.

As soon as he says it, the scent of cinnamon raisin wafts from the bag. He doesn’t wait for her to stand; simply slips the paper bag containing her bagel through the bars and slides it to her. Much like he’s done for their previous shared meals, he sits on the ground a safe distance from her and settles into eating his own.

She tears the paper bag and sees that not only has Logan brought her a bagel, he’s also brought her some sort of sandwich and a chocolate chip cookie. God. What an asshole.

What is his endgame here? If he wanted to kill her, he would have done it by now. It’s only a matter of time until her dad begins to question whatever story Logan texted him from her phone. Her dad will show up and he will have questions. What will Logan say then?

“What will I say to who?” Logan asks.

Shit. Detachment is also easier when inside thoughts remain inside thoughts. “No one.”

“If you’re talking about your dad, he’s out of town for the rest of the week.”

She concentrates on the pattern of the cinnamon swirl laced throughout her breakfast. “What do you mean?”

“According to the text he sent you last night, he had to go to Vegas. Vampire gambling ring of some sort?”

“You’re lying.”

“Takes a liar to know a liar.”

Veronica rolls her eyes and takes a large bite of her bagel, surveying the interior of her holding cell. And yes, fine, she technically has a policy of not engaging with the pointy fanged one, but she has questions.

“What is the point of having a cell in your basement? Is it for weird sex stuff? Or weird vampire stuff?”

“Who says those two things are mutually exclusive?”

She rolls her eyes. “Spare me, please. I’m eating.”

“I’ll tell you but you won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“My friend, Mac?” He extends his legs out in front of him. “Once a month, this is her guest suite.”

Veronica frowns. “For weird sex stuff?”

He raises an eyebrow in amusement which, fair, she should probably stop using the phrase weird sex stuff.

Wait. Is he saying—?

“Logan,” she says carefully, “is Mac a werewolf?” He nods, and Veronica’s bagel drops to the floor. “Could you be more of a vampiric cliche? Honestly! Does a zombie do your taxes? Does a ghoul trim your hedges?”

“I trim my own hedges, thank you very much.”

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or it might be the remaining vestiges of adrenaline leaving her body, but Veronica laughs. Just a little bit. At best it’s a chuckle. Still, it’s enough to make Logan smile in that way he sometimes does—like he can’t believe his luck that he even gets to be in the same room as Veronica. It makes something feel heavy and uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach. Do not engage.

“You really didn’t know?” she asks.

Logan’s answer with a slow nod. “I didn’t know.”

“Then how—?”

“It wasn’t an ambush, Veronica.” He pinches off a small piece of his bagel. (Sourdough, she guesses. Probably with jalapeno cream cheese because the man added jalapenos to everything.) She watches as Logan rolls the bread between his fingers. “The date was real but one of Dick’s friends recognized you somehow.”

“You were the one who threw me into a tree.”

“Yeah, and as far as they know, you’re dead. As far as they know, I was so enraged a vampire hunter tricked me that I took you home to finish you off.”

“Which means if you let me go—”

“They’ll know I lied.” He shrugs. “Either they kill me or your dad does. This way you’re safe.”

“Logan—”

“Sorry,” he says. “You called dibs on the killing?”

“Poor little vamp with a death wish.” She doesn’t mean for it to sound so fond. What is wrong with her?

The corner of his mouth twitches with a fleeting smile. There’s a ticking clock on their time together and now they both know it.

“I’ve never seen a vampire eat as much food as you,” she says.

He sets his bagel aside. “Dine with a lot of vampires?”

“Enough to know you eating that bagel is like me eating a bag of sour gummies.”

“Meaning?”

“You might like the taste of a lightly toasted sesame bagel, but an hour later you need to puncture the carotid artery of a single mother to really satisfy yourself.”

“You know sesame seeds get caught in my teeth. And single mothers come with too much guilt.”

“Hedge fund managers?”

“Now you’re talking.”

Veronica has questions, of course she does. More questions than she can properly express—wonders how old he is, who turned him, who gets him blood and how, why he’s friends with Dick Casablancas, if Logan is safe with Dick as a friend—but she doesn’t ask any of those. Because he asks the most important question first.

“What are we going to do, Veronica?”

She stands up, brushes cinnamon raisin crumbs off of her pants. (She catches a whiff of her unshowered self and cringes. So much for their farewell existing as a perfectly preserved memory in the mind of her undead ex-boyfriend.) “There’s no we, Logan. There can’t be.”

He can’t let her go, he can’t keep her locked up, and she can’t stay.

Logan pushes himself up off the ground and comes to meet her at the bars to the cell. “Yeah.”

“First, you’re going to let me out of here.” She wraps her hands around the bars. Logan does just like she’d hoped and does the same, his pinkies barely grazing her knuckles. “And then I never want to see you ever again.”

“That’s what you want?”

God. What a fucking idiot. Of course that isn’t what she wants. What she wants is to go back two days. To return to that night when Logan made pancakes for dinner, and they got drunk on rum and cokes, and then he kissed down her spine as they lay in bed.

She nods anyway. Presses her head against the bars.

“Fine.” Veronica squeezes her eyes shut. “If you ever need anything?” She nods again and she feels the gentle touch of Logan’s lips to her forehead. How is he always so warm? It never made sense.

“I won’t.”

And then, much to her surprise, he walks away. Without letting her out.

She opens her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he says, a portrait of portrait insouciance once more. “You didn’t expect me to let you go now did you? What if this show of emotion is a long con? I could wake up to find you standing over my body poised to pull back my black out shades.”

“You son of a bitch.”

“Nighty night, Veronica.”

Logan doesn’t return to the basement and eventually she falls into a fitful sleep, waking up sometime before the sun rises. She definitely needs to pee and she’s so sick of the ‘toilet’ in her cell. Logan should still be awake. Maybe if she yells really—

Finishing that thought proves to be unnecessary because as soon as Veronica’s eyes adjust to the dim light, she notices the door to her cell is ajar. She’s barely thinking as she jumps from the bed and races up the stairs.

“Logan!” she calls out.

Her first stop is the kitchen, where she maneuvers a knife in between the strands of the ropes around her wrists and works to free herself. Her cell phone is waiting for her on the wireless charger Logan keeps in the kitchen. No messages from her dad, but she sends one to check in. She rubs at the tender skin on her wrists as she searches each room of Logan’s house.

As far as she can tell, there isn’t much missing. Some of his toiletries are gone (her toothbrush is still beside the sink) and she thinks maybe some of his clothes too. His motorcycle is still in the garage but the BMW is gone.

So. That’s it? He’s just gone? What about his house? There’s a housing crisis in southern California and this asshole thinks it’s acceptable to simply abandon a perfectly good home? He didn’t even leave a note.

It’s really the irresponsibility that—

Her call rings through to his voicemail. Rolls her eyes at the Dylan Thomas quote that greets her. That’s new.

“If you think I’m watering your plants for you while you’re gone, you are completely delusional.”

He responds while she’s in the shower. (What? She’s really supposed to put up with shitty water pressure at her place when he has a rain shower and heated bathroom tiles?)

Miss me already?

She responds with a garlic emoji.

#vm fanfic #lv fanfic #logan x veronica #veronica mars #logan echolls #still all the way out of my comfort zone!#but here we are! doing the damn thing anyway #never stories #otp: the one person #c: veronica mars #c: logan echolls #p: logan x veronica

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