#he'd just straight up kill you if you got to far on his nerves

[doodlboy]

How mc el actually is

- Known arsonist

- A bit bloodthirsty and vengeful [see: immediately tried to rip belphie's head off on sight with his bare hands after he murdered them & they got revived bc time bs]

- Traumatized & wary of belphie for at least half a year bc of prev note

- Impulsive and will just do the wildest shit bc he feels like [thought he was dead for the first month or 2 in the devildom hell]

- Would eat human if he was presented with it at a demon restaurant [he'd fuckin ask for it out of curiosity tbh]

- Has killed at least 1 man in cold blood [may provide context someday/if someone asks]

How I draw him/talk abt him on here

-✨️🥺✨️

- Resting bitch face or :D with little in-between even tho a lot of his expressions r micro expressions bc 'tsm

- Cute model moment ✨️

- Apathetic [when he's the kinda person who cares too much]

- Crybaby

[dtrghost]

this is part 2 to the flirty ghost oneshot i made. enjoy ;)))

part 1

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x bartender fem!reader

synopsis: Price invites the team out to a night at a renowned club in London after a job well done. Team 141 watches in surprise as Simon flirts with the hot bartender ;). I made simon rich, because I find rich guys hot, so yeah. a bit sub!ghost because he'd do anything for a girl like you.

warnings: mentions of ghost "stalking" you a bit, references to male masturbation, flirty (probably ooc) ghost, alcohol, pining, smut 18+ only, rough sex, slapping, spanking, squirting, degrading, cunnilingus, size kink, no protection (be smart and careful people), praise, cursing, consensual sex, brat taming, you're welcome yall, enjoy ghost fucking you dumb. NOT PROOFREAD.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT:

The day couldn't go by slower for Simon. He planned the date with caution, making backup plans for his backup plans if the initial attempt didn't go as he expected it to. He wanted this to go smoothly and perfectly, he wanted you to like him, to want him just as much as he wants you.

The previous day he told the team to go on without him, saying he needed some air as he walked off, leaning against the brick wall of an alley for a smoke while he waited for you to finish closing up. He essentially walked you home without you knowing, following you back to your place which wasn't too far from the bar.

He admired the way you walked, the grace, the confidence, all at a slow, leisurely pace which gave him more time to get a look at your lower half. How your plump, round ass moved with each step he took, sending a number of fantasies through his head to think about as you took your time back to your apartment complex. He was glad when he saw it was a nice place in a safe area, moving to another alley on the other side of the street and scanning all the windows in hopes to catch a glimpse of you.

He watched a curtain open, seeing your face peek out to look at the street. He was deep in the shadows, and he relaxed knowing it was near impossible that you'd see him as you took a look out. You didn't close it though, turning around and putting on some music that he could just barely hear. You danced by yourself, taking off your blazer with a sigh in relief. He watched as the muscles in your back moved, getting a nice view of your side profile as you walked off somewhere else in your room. He would've stayed the whole night to see if he'd get lucky with getting a glimpse of your fully naked form, but he wanted to save that sight for the next night.

When he got back to his flat he went straight for the shower. The cold water couldn't kill his erection however, and he found himself whimpering as he furiously fisted his cock to the memory of your body swaying to the music as you slipped off your jacket. He moaned at the idea of feeling you move against him, your hips grinding into his as he mustered up the courage to dance with you just to feel the sensation. He came at the image of his small glimpse of your beautiful breasts as you disappeared into the room he wished he was in.

Fast forward and he was now standing in the mirror, checking over his outfit which consisted of a white button up, a black blazer with a black tie, and dress pants. He left the mask on, noticing the look of interest when you first saw it and basing the decision of the assumption that you liked it. He got in his car and drove first to a floral shop, customizing a beautiful bouquet, purple flowers peaking through the wrapping as he went back to his car.

He then drove back to the bar, hand gripping the wheel and stick shift tightly to steady himself from the nerves lighting up in his body as it came into view. He could smell the flowers sitting on his passenger's seat, lavender flooding his senses, just as your lavender perfume did the night before. He got out, receiving a number of glances as people walked out.

"Look who's back, and well dressed." Your voice made him sigh in relief, partly expecting you to not be there as a way to tell him you didn't want anything to do with him. He looked at your outfit as he took a seat at your bar once more. You wore a black, silk dress that hugged your curves beautifully. It was on the shorter side, giving everyone a nice view of your smooth, glimmering legs that were further complimented by the heels you wore, giving you a bit more height that would never compare to his.

"I look like rubbish next to you sweetheart. You're fucking beautiful." You chuckled, nodding to your coworker you asked to take your shift for the night so he could take you out, walking out from behind the counter as he stood up. You took notice of the flowers in his hand, humming in delight as he handed them to you.

"These are beautiful Simon. Thank you." He watched you smell them, relishing the smile you gave him that he'd already etched into is brain the night before. He offered you his arm and led you out of the bar. He opened the car door for you, helping you inside with his hand that looked enormous as yours rested on it. He shivered at the tingles that shot up his spine and flooded his palm from your touch. Once you were situated in his passenger's seat you looked back at him, hand still in his.

"You okay?" You watched as he lifted his mask just to the bridge of his nose before leaning his head down and pressing a gentle kiss on the back of your knuckles. The action left you breathless, your heart beating out of your chest as he shut the door and went to the driver's seat with a cheeky smirk on his face, pulling his mask down.

You glanced over to him, and fuck did he look hot driving. The glimpse of his lips left your mind running to the things you wanted him to do to you, and Simon could tell. He watched your thighs press together as you shifted in your seat, trying to move your mind away with the music playing quietly in the background.

"What's going through that pretty little head of yours lovie?" He asked, his voice sending waves of arousal down to your heated core. You chuckled, clearing your throat.

"If I told you that I don't think we'd make it to wherever you're taking me. Which is where by the way?" He felt his cock twitch in his pants, exhaling deeply as he kept his eyes trained on the road to try and avoid looking at your thighs or at the deep V of your dress.

"You'll see sweetheart." Simon knew you had a thing for his voice. He could tell by the shivers you'd get when he called you a pet name, how you'd mentally stutter for a moment and have to recuperate before responding. He'd use that all night, and you knew it. You arrived at a restaurant, a very nice one at that. He got out quickly, rushing to your side to help you out before walking inside.

The hostess hesitated at first due to the skull mask, but she recovered and directed you to a booth in the back, you sitting across from him as menus were placed in front you. You ordered your drinks, and you looked at him mildly surprised.

"No alcohol tonight Mr. Riley?" He chuckled, eyes creasing and glimmering at you making your heart skip a beat.

"Not tonight love. I need to be present for what I'm going to do to you." You smirked, pointing your tongue to the side of your cheek and chuckling.

"I think it'll be the other way around Simon." You raised a daring eyebrow at him, watching as his eyes bored into yours analytically. He found something that made him chuckle and you falter.

"We'll see pretty girl. we'll see."

"What don't believe me?"

"I never said that."

"That look you just gave me implied it."

"I've given you quite a few looks tonight, I can't seem to recall the one you're referring to." You rolled your eyes playfully, grinning down at your menu. Dinner went smoothly, throwing teasing remarks at each other that were contradicted with the sultry glances as you ate. The tension forming between the you two left you hot and heavy in your chair with anticipation, almost sighing in relief when the check came. He offered a hand to you, and you exited the restaurant hand in hand.

Before he could go to the driver's seat you tugged him back, his hand on the roof of the car as he looked down at you curiously. Your mouth went dry, eyeing his frame that was beautifully complimented by his outfit.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N." His eyes widened for a moment, smiling happily under his mask knowing that he'd successfully earned your name and met your standards. You watched his hand come up, fingers brushing over your cheek, then your other cheek, and finally wrapping around your neck gently. You were enamored by him, the roughness of his skin against your soft neck, the amusement and want dancing in his eyes like a candle flame at the feeling of your pulse against his fingers.

"Hello, Y/N." He loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, how fluid and easy it sounded to him. He returned to the driver's seat and looked over to you with a question.

"Your place." You answered quickly making him chuckle. The throbbing of your pussy and his dick was only made worse by his hand massaging your thigh, your head leaning back against the seat with a quiet curse. You two practically jumped out of your seats when he pulled into the driveway, laughing together as he ran to his front door, key already out and ready to unlock. Once the door shut he yanked off his mask and you yanked his tie, bringing him in to a deep kiss that made you both moan in satisfaction. His lips were soft and plump against your own, kissing you with a passion you'd never felt before.

"Such a good girl for me tonight." He mumbled as his hands settled on your waist, lifted you up and against him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed you against the wall, his erection grinding over your clothed center with need. You pulled away, finally getting a chance to look at his face. His eyes were blown with desire and lust, his jaw strong with a few scars that decorated his skin. You could see him falter for a moment.

Did you like him? Was he-

"You're beautiful Si." Your words silenced every insecurity he had in the moment as his hands squeezed your thighs. He thanked you with another kiss to your lips before he walked you two over to his bedroom. Your back hit his bed, his shoes being flicked off to the side as he hovered over you, your lips never disconnecting. His hand moved down from the side of your head to your neck, and contrary to the gentle grip he had before, you gasped for air as he squeezed and pressed down on your trachea.

"To answer your question from earlier.." He started, pressing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"I don't believe you. At first I thought you were just trying to challenge me." He chuckled to himself at the thought of your small frame trying to overpower him.

"But now I see you're just a fucking brat that needs to be put in her place." You whined, squirming underneath him for friction.

"You want that love? You want me to fuck the brat out of you? Looks like I already did with those eyes." You stared up at him with big, watery doe eyes that made him curse.

"Such a good little slut for me lovie." His other free hand traveled down your body, cupping your clothed pussy, feeling it throb against him hand.

"So wet already." He moaned. With a final kiss to your lips he got on his knees, pulling your body to him. He hiked up your dress to your waist, groaning at the sight of your black lace panties in front of him.

"Do you like these?" snapping the waistband against your skin. Before you could answer he ripped them off, disregarding the now ruined material to the side. You didn't care.

"Hope you're ready to buy me another pair." You teased, lifting yourself up with your elbows to grin down at him. He chuckled, licking a slow strip up your wet cunt, watching your head fall back in relief.

"Oh fuck lovie, you're fucking delicious."

It was then you knew that he had to have some major experience to eat you out the way he was. You could feel everything he was doing, the slow circles around your swollen clit as he licked his name on your pussy.

"Could eat this perfect cunt for hours." He moaned, feeling his throbbing, painful erection begging to be touched under his pants. He didn't let up though, he kept his arms locked down on your hips to pin you to the bed and take whatever he gave you. His tongue moved to press into your wet clenching hole, tongue fucking you with skilled finesse. "Simon! Oh fuck yes, fuck don't stop, fuck make me cum." You begged, your hands tightly gripping his hair as he focused on making you see stars. He chuckled, his fingers replacing his tongue, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around his digits. He pressed a sweet kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself as his fingers moved slowly in and out of your dripping sex.

"Fuck you're tight. You wanna cum lovie? Let me feel your cunt cum on my fingers?" His lips grazed against your ear, whispering dirty, obscene things to you as he didn't change the grueling pace of his fingers.

"Simon" You whined, bucking your hips into his hand. He 'tched', leaning his head back and slapping your cheek just hard enough for it to sting a bit. He chuckled at your soft moan and clench around his fingers.

"Needy thing aren't you. I'm taking my time with you sweetheart, so be a good little girl and take what I give you. That's an order."

"Oh fuck Simon."

"It's lieutenant to you slut."

His fingers left your pussy, listening to you whimper at the loss of contact as he slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

"Lift f'me pretty." You lifted your hips and he tossed your dress off to the side, resuming the assault on your aching cunt. The edging went on for what felt like forever as you watched him use his tongue and fingers to bring you to the edge of ecstasy, only to be left empty and disappointed as he pulled himself away completely.

"Lieutenant please." You cried, tears rushing down your temples in frustration.

"Shhhhh, let me do this right. Just a little more." He cooed, his tongue returning to your clit with his two fingers stretching you out. It wouldn't be enough for his size, but it was better than nothing. He loved the sweet sounds coming from you, how you moaned his rank and cried his name just before you came. He hummed, satisfied by how wet and on edge you wore, pulling away and listening to your heavy breathing as you caught your breath.

You listened to him fumble with his belt, your lids opening just enough to see him take off his pants and boxers.

"Holy shit. Simon... that's not gonna fucking fit, you know that right?" You were never the type to inflate a man's ego with such a cliche statement, but he was far bigger than any man you'd ever been with before. You took it in fully, the red tip that was desperate for attention, the girth and length that intimidated you as the vein coming up the side gave it some definition.

"All that prep wasn't for nothing lovie." He tore off the rest of his clothes and pulled out a condom from the pocket of his once disregarded jacket.

"I'm on the pill." He smirked, tossing it off to the side and settling in between your legs that were arched on either side of his thick waist. He lubed himself with your wet arousal, rubbing his length against your puffy cunt that ached for him.

"It'll fit Y/N, and if it doesn't.." He trailed off, pressing the tip into your tight hole and moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. You moaned as his hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing and leaving you gasping for air as he inched into you, inch by inch.

"I'll make it fit." With a quick thrust of his hips, his cock hit your cervix as you cried out at the stretch. He was massive, and he watched as you pussy clamped and sucked him in.

"Oh fuck this pussy was made for me. You were just meant to take my cock sweetheart. Oh yeah." You thought he was going to start slow, give you some time to adjust, but he meant what he said when he told you he'd fuck the brat out of you. His pace was brutal, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against you resonating in the room as he fucked you.

"Fuck s-so big Simon."

"I'm in your fucking stomach love. Fuck would you look at that." He chuckled, taking your hand and pressing it on your lower stomach, letting you feel him fuck you.

"Your cunt's got a vice grip on me. You're so good to me love, letting me fuck you like this. You like being my little slut don't you." You cried your answer, his moans filling your ears as a string of curses followed them. The wet sounds were so lewd, it only turned you both on more. You felt yourself there, that familiar clench he loved so much signaling to him that you were going to cum.

"You can cum now pretty girl, come for your lieutenant." He began rubbing your clit and you felt your abdomen tighten as you screamed his name, squirting your juices all over his waist and cock.

"Oh fuck yeah. You're a squirter love? Should've told me that earlier." It was too much, you couldn't handle it, pushing at his chest as you shrieked at his pace speeding up with the thumb on your clit.

"Take it Y/N. Wet my cock again, fuck you're so hot. So beautiful." He leaned down to your ear, nibbling at the top as tears rushed down your cheeks, legs shaking as he fucked you.

"That's why you're mine. All fucking mine." He grabbed your jaw gently when you didn't respond, your brain having gone numb as you wildly buckled your hips into his and clenched around his dick.

"Oh, I've fucked you dumb have I?" He leaned back, lifting your legs so your ankles rested on his shoulders, moaning at how much tighter you got.

"That's alright. Just keep making a mess for me." He hit your sweet spot over and over, his thumb on your clit never slowing down as you wet him, the bed, and even the floor with your cum. You couldn't think, the only things coming out of you being screams, cries, moans, and slurred mumbles of his name as your squirted and came for him over and over. It began to hurt, but it felt so delicious that you couldn't bring yourself to tell him to stop. You wanted him to ruin you, to fuck you into the next reality where he'd do it all over again until you were satisfied.

Even with how rough he was being, you could feel him worshipping you, pressing kisses on your skin and relishing the feeling of your tight cunt gripping his cock. His hand connected with your cheek, snapping you back into the moment. You noticed how erratic his thrusts were now, how they were losing rhythm as he approached his own climax.

"Want you to be here for this lovie. You're taking me so well, you're such a good girl f'me. You gonna let me breed your cunt?"

"Fuck, cum for me lieutenant, fuck your cum into me. Please. Please breed your pussy." Your. Your pussy, you said.

"Oh fuck. You're a minx you know that. I'm gonna cum in you, fill you with my seed and put a baby in you. And you're gonna do it with me." He fucked you hard and fast, just the way you liked it, both of your cursing and moaning each other's names as you came for each other. His body shivered and jolted as he filled you up with his cum, sending thick long ropes of his seed into you while he whimpered your name. You two stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths.

"You did amazing Y/N. You did so well for me." He pulled his head back, suddenly filled with worry at being too rough with you as his fingers gently ran down your cheeks, feeling your legs shake.

"I'm alright. Best fuck of my life." You muttered, wrapping your arms around him and pressing kisses on his shoulder. He chuckled, hands running through your sweaty hair lovingly as you soaked up each other's presence.

"Hopefully not the last."

"Definitely not the last. You're mine Simon." You felt his chest rumble against yours as he laughed, shaking lightly in your arms as he looked at you.

"All yours Y/N. Now lets get you cleaned up." He slowly pulled out of you, shushing your whimpers with a sweet kiss before helping you up. He anticipated your inability to stand, his arm swiftly hooking underneath your knees and holding your bridal style.

"Hope you called out from work tomorrow. Can't exactly make drinks like this can you." He teased, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as your cheek pressed against his chest.

"Shut up Simon."

"Not what you were saying earlier-"

Smack

"Alright alright! Bloody Americans."

And that concludes this oneshot! I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave requests or message me!! I'll do my best to get to them when I can. Thank you for reading and i'll see you next time. Ciao!

@namelessghoulette626 @ghostlythots @brallieforever1 @daryldixonh0e @discofern @fandomsinthegalaxies @simonsslvt @meandjoemama @lundenloves @starstruckmiraclekitty @dont-mind-me-just-existing-sadly @havoc973

[i-just-like-goats]

Gojo x Fem Reader

Summary: part 2 to the "where Gojo's soulmate is an assassin sent to kill him"

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 1.4k

Main Masterlist

"So. How are you finding Jujutsu Tech?"

"And my day's automatically ruined," 

You put down your pen as Gojo dragged a chair to sit next to you. 

"If you must know, the students are, on the whole, well behaved. Kugisaki and Itadori lack focus at times but Fushiguro gives them a look and they're back on track. Despite my first impressions of Panda and Maki, they are both dedicated to Jujutsu sorcery. Inumaki hasn’t given me a strong impression yet, but he's diligent," 

"I asked for how you felt about teaching, not a report on how the students are getting on. I know the students but I don't know you," 

"It should stay that way," 

"So cold. I'm shivering," 

Gojo watched as you gathered up the paper strewn around your desk. 

"Notes on the students? You're thorough aren't you?" 

You made no reply and walked straight to the door. Gojo tugged on the red string attached to your smallest finger, prompting you to turn to him exasperatedly. 

"You know, you could make this whole thing a lot easier and more enjoyable if you loosen up a little and actually form relationships with the people around you. But, knowing you, you'll ignore my advice and carry on the way you always have," 

It was a harsh truth, but you knew it to be true. As much as Gojo got on your nerves, he did have a point. But they'd all end up dying anyway, including you. So trivial matters like friendships mattered not to you. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," 

With a sigh, Gojo rubbed his temples. There really was no convincing you. He'd tried his hardest. He greeted you with a smile every morning, he invited you out to eat with him, he gave you tips, he offered to train with you, but it was all for nought. Nothing he did could change your cold attitude. 

Perhaps it was time for him to give up. 

The next morning, you started your day as usual. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for the lack of Gojo's upbeat voice ringing in your ears. Good. He finally got the hint. Now you could enjoy the peace and quiet. 

"Ms Y/N," 

"Yes?" 

"It's been an hour and you've still not come to our lesson," 

"Maki, I don't take your morning lessons. Gojo does," 

"Well he said that you knew you'd be taking over for all lessons today," 

She made it a point to look at Gojo's desk. You stood up and walked over to his desk to see a note informing you that he'd gone on a mission and wouldn't be back for a week. 

"I suppose he did. Let's go. I'll help you with close range combat," 

It never failed to surprise you whenever you fought Maki. A grade 4 sorcerer with her skill? It must be some sort of sick joke. The first time you fought her, you were sure that Gojo was pulling your leg, but her grade 4 status was genuine. 

She adapted well to your attacks and her agility far surpassed yours. You tapped her head with your stick. 

"Much better than yesterday. You're a quick learner, but you've still got a tad too many openings whenever you counter my attacks. Just keep that in mind," 

"Understood," 

"Inumaki there isn't much I can do to help you with your cursed technique, so spar with Maki for now while I think of something as I work with Panda," 

They both gave you a thumbs up and walked off to another section of the grounds to spar. Panda waved at you as he walked over. You nodded in acknowledgement and he smiled back. His smile was cute. You couldn't believe your eyes when Gojo first introduced you to a talking Panda, but you’ve grown to respect him.

"You ready?" 

"Sure am!"

Soon enough your time to teach the first years drew nearer, so you dismissed the second year's, promising Inumaki that you'd work with him tomorrow.

"Hi Ms Y/N!"

Itadori, as usual, greeted you with his usual smile. You found your eyes softening for just a moment. It was nice to be smiled at. You slowly rubbed your pinkie finger, it seemed strangely colder than usual.

"Hello Itadori. Fushiguro. Kugisaki,"

Itadori didn't seem to deflate at all despite your much less enthusiastic reply, much like someone you knew. He still was happily ready to learn from you. As a vessel for the King of Curses, his cheery nature always puzzled you. How could such an upbeat boy have the King of Curses residing in him? These students were special. 

"Thank you for teaching us today!"

"You're welcome Itadori,"

Kugisaki and Fushiguro thanked you much more quietly. They openly stared at your hand.

“What’s wrong with my hand? You've all been staring awfully hard at it”

“You’ve been fiddling with your pinkie finger this whole time,” Kugisaki replied.

Widening your eyes, you hastily separated your hands and dismissed the first years.

7 days passed by quickly, but each day you fiddled more and more with your pinkie. It just kept getting colder.

“Ms Y/N you seem to have developed a habit of playing with your pinkie,” Maki remarked.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,”

You glanced at the first and second years seated in front of you, writing down notes about weak points that you wrote on the board, but quickly settled back into staring out of the window.

“Gojo’s coming back today, so maybe you should stop looking so worried,” Panda said.

“I’m not worried about that blindfolded idiot,”

Everyone in the room excluding you exchanged knowing looks.

“Why do you hate Gojo so much?” Itadori piped up.

“I don’t hate him. I just find him to be insufferable,”

“Is that why you longingly stare into space with a sad face? Do you miss him?”

The whole class gaped at Itadori’s question. It was one thing to subtly hint at the obvious tension between their teachers, but it was out of the question to ever allude to it directly to you.

“It’s ok Ms Y/N, I miss him too!”

You sighed, and simply nodded absentmindedly. Disagreeing with Itadori was a hard thing to do, even for you.

“Don’t you all look glum. I know Y/N’s not as fun as me, but geez you guys look miserable,”

“Gojo!” They all chorused.

In unison, they all stood up to greet him. You smiled softly, and stood up slowly to make your exit and allow them some time with Gojo. A small tug on your pinkie had you stopping momentarily, allowing Gojo to flash a smile at you. Sighing, you shook your head and left the classroom to sit in the staff room. 

It felt warm again.

“Missed me?”

You scowled at Gojo.

“I’m surprised the kids let you go,”

“The kids. They encouraged me to find you,”

Gojo took a step closer to you, making you aware of the fact that you were playing with your pinkie again.

“I missed your scowl, but I wish you would smile some more,”

You parted your lips ready to retort something back, but Gojo had already left. And the cold feeling returned.

"No good morning greeting?"

"Why? Do you miss it?"

"As if,"

Gojo shrugged and you continued to write up your lesson plan. You heard hushed voices whispering outside the classroom door.

"I can hear you, you know. Get to class, Gojo's going to be taking your morning class soon,"

A few feet padded past the door as your students scurried to get to their lesson.

“Hey that tickles you know,”

“What?”

With his signature smile, Gojo gestured to your pinkie then to his own.

“You twiddling with the string gives me a ticklish feeling. Are you perhaps warming up to me?”

“In your dreams,”

And like always, you immediately stopped playing with the string. You felt a tug on your pinkie. It felt cold again. Why was the cold feeling returning?

“I’ll see you later,”

As usual, you made no reply and continued sifting through your papers. 

After what felt like hours of being hunched at your desk, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. The warm feeling in your pinkie returned, but only slightly. What was going on with the temperature changes? Was it a sign of Gojo’s life dwindling away? No. That couldn’t be it.

He’s the strongest sorcerer in the world.

“Ms Y/N!”

A/N: I hate cliff hangers too, but the fic was getting longer than expected, sorry lol. Part 3 is coming dw :D

[archivalofsins]

Honestly most of what happened in the end of trial report was pretty much knew it. The confirmation from Jackalope that Mikoto has killed the most people subtly confirming that the prisoners are ordered by kill count. As I'd begun to suspect was the case a good while ago.

Because he didn't say the most he said,

"If you're counting, he'd rank at the top in murders among the current prisoners."

This was alluded to when Es mentioned the death penalty for him in his second voice drama but avoided bringing it up for Shidou at all.

Mikoto Second Voice Drama

This also means I get to say the largest I told you so ever.

Full stop I fucking told you he killed people.

Not alters, it wasn't a dream, you guys just let this dude gaslight you into distrusting a system that fucking reads minds when last we saw of his mind it looked like this.

Y'all really let him play you all like that.

Really let him convince you the other one was a scoundrel and he did nothing wrong. Really sat there and took that L, huh?

But he was so sad and his work was so hard.

Have Jackalope out here fuming not even having fun making his own jokes as usual like,

"……hehehe, I’m just poking a little fun. I love doing that, you know."

I've never heard him sound so unenthused while saying he's joking. He is fucking over it.

That's wild to me he is so over it. He is not here for this shit. Clearly hit one of his nerves.

Jackalope: Over here talking about alter count when you should been counting bodies.

Oh shit Jackalope came in with the steel chair he's taking it straight to the audience. Oh my god and it hits!

Jackalope: You think I don't remember is good enough for the people who've died.

Oh and he's not stopping- Oh shit can the fans take it.

Jackalope: I'm just teasing you a bit. You know how I love to joke.

Oh and he saves it by downplaying his own words as comedy despite not laughing.

What a kidder! He's so silly guys that wasn't passive aggressive at all.

This wasn't aimed at me I said he did that shit far before this moment. So this was just mm that was the good shit there. They set this man up saw his fans behavior and took the shot. They seriously took it and ya know I've got admit the ref called it right this time.

Jackalope is so real for this.

[theinfiknight]

On a similar vein as the other post, here is a list of top ten Bleach characters who fuck the LEAST, in descending other of how little they fuck. Again, this is based on vibes alone and not canon.

10) Renji

It's not that he hasn't got game!!! Renji is pretty hot, all said and done. It's just that he would probably collapse into a quivering wreck or straight up run the fuck away if anyone so much as looked at him romantically. Man could not muster up the nerve to ask someone out to save his life. This is a man who is forever doomed to want and be wanted without anything ever actually happening.

9) Urahara

This man is a human wreck far too traumatised to allow any genuine human connection, on top of being generally less organised than your average five year old. He'd respond to any interest by making a bad joke and then backflippng away. He'd probably break down into tears if exposed to any actual intimacy.

8) Byakuya

Wet blanket ass mf with the personality of a wet paper towel. Whatever charm he had died with his wife. If you asked him what his hobbies are he'd probably say some shit like "meditation" or "taxes". Anyone who initially thirsts after him in Seireitei immediately withers up inside after a single conversation. Itachi Uchiha ass mf.

7) Captain Unohana

Iirc she's a 1000 years older than everyone else except kyoraku, ukitake and genryuusai. And besides I don't think she'd be very interested in that sort of thing. Again though, this is just vibes.

6) Kenpachi Zaraki

This is the face of a man who does not give a single fuck about sex. Gokupilled Zorocore king. All he cares about is whether you can put up an entertaining fight. I very much doubt he'd give the time of day to anything else.

5) Ulquiorra

Hi my name is Ul'quiorra Quarto Espada Arrancar Cipher and I have powerful ebony black reiatsu (that’s how I got my rank) with purple streaks and green tattoos that reach my chin and icy green eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like L Death Note (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Aizen-Sama but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m an arrancar but my hollow is smooth and round. I have pale white skin.

4) Kurotsuchi Mayuri

This man is a sex offender. He's on every registry that soul society has. Anyone with ANY self preservation instinct keeps far far far away from him. When he dies, I sincerely hope Nemu is the one who gets to kill him.

3) Chad-kun

Gay but more repressed than Sasuke Uchiha. This will never change.

2) Soi Fon

Girl, she doesn't like you back. She is never going to like you back. Get over it. Move on. Find something to do with your life.

1) Ichigo Kurosaki

Aroace king. No further notes.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

05. | She's Kerosene

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 7.6k words oop, this got out of hand a bit ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, mention of politics & religion, Roy being Roy, subby!Gator, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, bondage, spit kink, praise kink ⇾ a/n. A bit frustrated with how long it took to finish this chapter, but I'm pleased with it. A huge shout out to @super-predictable98 for listening to me whine, reading all the snippets I sent her, and just overall being really encouraging and reassuring. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! I could use some kind words 💚

Against her better judgment, Win goes to the Tillman Ranch for Sunday dinner and it goes almost exactly as she expected it to, apart from bringing her and Gator closer, much to Roy’s displeasure.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

“What the hell are you doing, Win?”

Win sighed, shaking her head as she studied her reflection in the mirror, making sure her eyeliner was straight.

“This is the height of foolishness, and you know it,” she told herself, fixing her hair and awkwardly smoothing her sundress, wondering briefly if she should wear a cardigan as well, to cover up the tattoos on her arms and shoulders.

“Why do you even give a shit what these people think?” she grumbled, her hands tightening around the edge of the bathroom counter.

Gator’s warm hazel eyes came to mind, imploring her so sweetly as he'd asked her to be his girl and Win winced.

“He’s all wrong for you” she whispered, willing herself to believe it.  “This conservative man-child daddy’s boy is not the type of man you need in your life,” she said, lifting her face to look her reflection in the eye.

But, oh, the way he looked at her, even from the first time, like she was the only thing worth looking at–he made her feel special, wanted, and it had been so long since she’d felt that way.  When she looked in his eyes she could see the good in him, the hesitance to fully step into his father’s shoes.

Her phone skittering across the counter made Win jump and she straightened, taking a steadying breath as she glanced at the message that flashed across the screen.

🐊: You on your way?

Forgoing the cardigan, Win grabbed her phone and stuffed her feet into her worn cowboy boots, responding to Gator’s text on the way out the door.

Winnie: Heading out now.  See you soon. x

The Chevelle’s engine roared to life and she twisted the radio’s volume knob almost all the way up, blaring her music as she pulled out, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel in an attempt to forget her nerves and the way they made her stomach twist.

The rundown houses and shabby downtown storefronts soon gave way to flat open country, the sun hanging overhead in a nearly cloudless blue sky as the empty landscape whipped past her windows, stretching on endlessly like a sea of brown grass.  Any farms or houses were few and far between, and it was no surprise that there was no one around for miles when the tall Tillman Ranch gate came into view.

Win turned down her music as she pulled into the long drive, distracting herself by counting the number of buildings on the sprawling property.  Apart from the main house and a few of the smaller sheds, most of the outbuildings were in various states of disrepair, especially the old barn that had a pronounced lean to it, as if it were just waiting for the next big wind storm to knock it over.

When she pulled up in front of the main house, Win was relieved to see Gator waiting on the porch for her and she let out the breath she’d been holding, throwing her car into park and killing the engine.

“Don’t you clean up nice?” she exclaimed, looking him over as she climbed out of the car, noting he still wore his Deputy’s badge against his chest, hung round his neck by a leather cord despite his clean dark jeans and black button down shirt.

“Could say the same about you,” he countered, his brows raising as he let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming her little sundress hungrily.

“It’s not too risque?” Win asked, the patterned fabric fluttering around her thighs.

“You look perfect,” Gator breathed, drinking in one more look at her before taking her hand to lead her into the house.  “Just remember what I said about watching yer mouth,” he added under his breath and Win fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead nodding tersely.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll try not to get into any arguments,” she muttered, knowing it’d be fruitless anyway.  Nothing she said would change these peoples’ minds about their firm held opinions.

“Everyone’s in the kitchen,” Gator explained, dropping her hand awkwardly as they stepped into the sunny room.  Several sets of eyes turned to regard them while a couple rougher dressed ranch hands passed through, carrying the steaming dishes out to the long table set up in the backyard.  Tension thickened the air as a deafening silence settled over the room and Win swallowed, shifting toward Gator’s side, willing for him to break it.

“Uh, everyone, this is Win… my girlfriend,” he announced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and suddenly Roy’s expression brightened, stretching into a wide smile beneath his wide brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes crinkling, though they held no real warmth.

“Welcome, darlin’,” he said, reaching out to take her hand and Win reluctantly stepped forward, letting him clasp his large hands around hers.  “I’m Roy Tillman, as you probably already know—“

“I saw your billboard,” she said, nodding, and Roy chuckled.

There was something off about his smile, something predatory, and it made Win want to yank her hand from his, feeling trapped.

“Ah, saw that, did ya?  Trust I have your vote?” he joked, finally releasing her hand and gesturing to the petite woman standing at the other end of the counter.  “This is my wife, Karen, Gator’s step mom,” he explained, and Karen wiped her hands on a dish rag before rounding the counter to shake Win’s hand as well.

“Pleasure,” she said, tucking her chin length black hair behind her ear.  She didn’t look much older than Gator or herself, Win noticed, but she smiled at the woman, trying to make a good impression, for Gator’s sake.

“This is my father, Odin Little,” she said, gesturing to a balding man with a perpetual frown who merely grunted and nodded to her, looking her up and down with a sharp eye.

Win offered him a tight lipped smile in response before two little blonde girls came running through the kitchen and Roy caught them in his arms, lifting them easily.

"These two little ladies are the twins, Jessica and Maude,” he introduced, but the girls were too preoccupied to pay much attention, squirming out of his grasp and squealing as they ran off, back outside to round the long table.

“Girls!  We have a guest, be more polite!” Karen called after them, hurrying out the door to make sure they listened and took their seats.

Roy huffed an amused laugh, shaking his head as he watched his daughters disappear out the door before turning back to introduce the last two people in the room. "And this is Deputy Nugent and his lovely fiancee, Kelly. They'll be joinin' us as well today," he explained, and Win flashed the couple an awkward smile

“Well, now that you know everyone, let’s eat!” Roy exclaimed, clapping his hands together before gesturing to the open door.  Win ducked her head as she passed him, Gator walking beside her, his hand resting gently on the small of her back as he led her out to the dinner table.

The table was laden with food and decorated rustically with wildflowers in milk glass vases and candles set atop small rounds of wood.  Everything smelled delicious and Win wished her stomach would stop roiling so she could actually have an appetite.  She didn’t have to like the people, but she wouldn’t bad mouth the food.

Gator was about to take his seat, directly to the right of his father at the head of the table, when Roy clapped a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Why don’t you let your girl have the place of honour.  She is our guest, after all,” he said and Gator hesitated for a second before nodding and pulling the seat out for Win.

“Uh, yeah.  Right,” he murmured, taking the seat next to hers and Win got the feeling that Roy’s words were meant to slight him.

“Join hands, let us pray,” Roy announced, holding his hands out and Win hesitated, reluctantly taking one while Karen, to his left, eagerly took the other.  Slipping her other hand in Gator’s, Win let her eyes slip shut, if only to humour her hosts.

Both men’s hands were callused—working men’s hands—but Gator’s was softer, his grip gentler, and she tried to focus on that rather than his father’s, whose touch made her skin crawl.

“Dear Lord, we’re gathered here today to celebrate the bounty and the blessings that we have received at your hands.  You have been good to us, your faithful.  May this food nourish us and give us strength.  And Lord, we thank you for the presence of our guest, Win, today.  May you guide her and embrace her despite her sinner’s ways–”

At Roy’s words, Win shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her lips pursing as she cracked an eye, glancing to her right at Gator, only to find him peeking over at her as well, an apologetic look on his face before quickly squeezing his eyes shut again, and Win reluctantly followed suite, returning her attention to the end of Roy’s prayer.

“ –And lend us faithful patriots your strength and eternal wisdom for the coming days.  In your name we pray, amen.”

“Thank God,” Win muttered under her breath, glad to finally pull her hand free from Roy’s.

“A wonderful grace, as always,” Karen gushed, placing her napkin in her lap and taking one of the twin’s plates to dish up before fixing the other girl’s.

Win fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead focusing on her own plate, taking a little from each dish before passing it on.

“So, Win–” Roy spoke, meeting her gaze as he accepted the tray of roast beef from her.  “You from round here?”

“No, not originally,” she answered, reaching for her water glass as soon the dish was out of her hand.  “I grew up in Chicago.”

“City girl, huh?” Roy interjected, his knife scratched shrilly against his plate as he cut his meat, the sound setting Win’s teeth on edge.

“Wait, really?” Gator exclaimed, his brows pinching as a note of surprise entered his voice, his fork hovering midair halfway between his plate and his mouth.  “Coulda fooled me,” he mumbled, clearly disgruntled that he didn’t know that about her.

Win shrugged, bringing her glass to her lips.  “I’m adaptable.”

“Hmm.”  Roy nodded, studying her as he took a bite.  “So what brought you here to our neck of the woods?”

Win noticed Gator’s curious glance as well and sighed, resigning herself to telling the bones of the story–if Gator wanted to know the rest, she’d fill in the details later, but Roy didn’t need to know that much information about her.

“Just decided on a change of scenery.  I had nothing really holding me in Chicago,” she answered with a half shrug, moving the food around her plate before taking a bite.  “I wasn’t even planning on staying in North Dakota, really,” she continued, glancing at Gator, whose hand had settled on her bare knee beneath the table, his warm palm against her skin comforting.

“I was originally planning on continuing west, but my car broke down, and one thing led to another, keeping me in town, and well, here I am,” she finished, taking another bite while trying to ignore the way Roy’s gaze lingered and wishing she hadn’t worn such a low cut sundress.

“No family in Chicago?” he asked.

“None worth staying for,” Win answered shortly, wary of his curiosity.  His friendly welcoming act might be fooling Gator, but she knew better.

“Well, I for one, am glad you stayed,” Gator murmured, leaning in closer, and Win couldn’t help but smile, softening as she turned to look at him, catching the sincerity in his warm brown eyes.  Though she was turned away, she could practically feel Roy’s gaze boring into her, silently seething at the hold she had over his son.

“So, tell me, how’d you two meet?”

Win tensed at Roy’s query, knowing she couldn’t bring up their first official meeting, but she quickly braced herself before turning back to answer.  

“I’d known Gator from around,” she admitted truthfully.  “It’s a small town, after all.  But it wasn’t til the night he stopped that creep from attacking me after work that we’d really talked,” she answered, biting back a wry grin at the way Gator puffed up proudly next to her, the sight sending an unexpected wave of affection crashing over her.

“Though, truth be told, I thought he was kind of a jerk up til then,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he gaped at her indignantly, only making him look cuter.

Roy’s jaw flexed as he watched the playful exchange.  “Seemed like you had quite a lot of time to… talk that night.”  

Win tensed.  He’d said it offhandedly, but the message behind his words was clear, and she nearly opened her mouth to tell him they were both adults who could do as they liked when Gator’s hand squeezed her knee beneath the table, warning her to keep her mouth shut.  When neither of them responded, Karen took the opportunity to speak up, attempting to engage her husband and father in conversation, luckily shifting the attention from Win and Gator, though as soon as she did, Win’s teeth clenched tighter in further effort to keep her opinions to herself.

“Did you see what the liberals are tryin’ to do now?  I can’t believe they’re actually gunna go through with this ridiculous impeachment scheme–”

When Gator’s hand on her knee slid slowly higher, his slender fingers skimming her inner thigh dangerously close to her panty line, she nearly gave a jolt as heat licked up her body, igniting a throbbing ache in her core.

“What’re you doing?” she hissed, discreetly grabbing his hand beneath the table to drag it away from beneath her skirt and back to her knee.

“Nothin’,” Gator replied, managing to keep a mostly straight face, a hint of coy amusement dancing in his eyes and curving his lips at her frustrated expression.

“Behave,” she warned, reluctantly taking her hand away from his to reach for the dinner roll on her plate, trying to ignore Karen’s annoying rant that was still going on.  As much as she hated it, Win sort of felt sorry for the woman–she was clearly seeking her husband’s and father’s approval with her opinions on current political events, only for the two men to completely disregard her–instead they seemed practically fed up with her chatter, as if they’d heard it all before and were just waiting for her to shut up.

As Win took a bite of her roll, however, Gator’s hand began to wander once more, his fingers tracing a feather light trail back toward the apex of her thigh, sending her skin pebbling under his teasing touch.

“Gator–” she whined, nearly choking on her food as her head whipped back toward him.  “I’m trying to make a good impression here, for your sake, and this is how you repay me?” she muttered, biting her lip to keep from moaning softly as his fingers found her clit over her cotton panties, that were quickly starting to become damp with arousal.

“And I’m trying to distract you before you forget to watch your mouth and butt into a conversation that’ll only rile you up,” he replied, leaning in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.

“You’re an ass, Gator,” Win growled, discreetly reaching under the table to give him a taste of his own medicine, her hand cupping his obvious bulge over his thick denim.

Not expecting her retaliation, Gator jerked in his chair, his knee hitting the underside of the table with a soft thud and a bitten off oath.  Several sets of eyes turned to look at him and he quickly grabbed his glass to take a drink, buying some time to think of an excuse while his face burned red.

“Went down the wrong way,” he explained gruffly, thumping his chest with his fist and clearing his throat while Win continued to caress him, feeling him harden beneath the confines of the stiff fabric.

The twins tittered at his outburst, amused for a moment before going back to their food which they were too busy playing with to eat, causing Karen to scold them while her father shook his head and grumbled something under his breath, before returning to his meal as well.

“Think you have the upper hand here?  Two can play at that game, Princess,” Gator growled under his breath, his fingers working their way beneath Win’s panties to touch her directly and she had to bite down on her lip to stifle a moan, quickly taking a drink as well.

Feeling eyes on her, Win glanced to her left, catching Roy watching, his sharp eyes narrowing at the pair of them, suspicion etched into the lines of his face, as if he knew exactly what they were doing beneath the table, and Win hastily pushed Gator’s hand away as Roy cleared his throat to speak.

“You know, there’s a natural order to things.  We feel it in our bones,” he began, and Win tensed, steeling herself for the slew of bullshit the Sheriff was no doubt gearing up to preach.  

“Jesus was a man, not some bearded lady,” he scoffed, shaking his head, “and just as water flows downhill, a man is head of his household.  Under him, the woman abides,” Roy mused, clasping his hands together in front of him as he leaned in closer, resting his elbows atop the rough wooden table, his gaze pointedly taking in both Gator and Win, whose jaw clenched tighter as Roy continued.

“The woman should hold her virtue close until that matrimonial threshold is crossed, and only then should she open to him, as a flower to the sun.  And in exchange, the man shelters and protects his female, as the sword has its sheath.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Win muttered under her breath, risking a glance to her right, glad to find Gator looking nearly as uncomfortable as she felt, his cheeks stained red.  She’d been half afraid to see him nodding along, hanging on his father’s every word.  But if she was offended by what she heard, it was only about to get worse.

Roy paused to take a sip from his glass, wetting his lips before continuing his impromptu sermon.  “Furthermore, the man must raise his hand to his woman when she forgets her place and acts the man, but then, only for instruction, never taking any pleasure or satisfaction from the task,” he added solemnly, though Win could’ve swore a smug light flashed in his eyes, and Win’s jaw flexed in anger, her teeth creaking from the strain of keeping her mouth shut, ice cold fury racing through her veins.  She didn’t believe for a second that Roy didn’t take any pleasure from knocking his wife around, not with the way Karen quickly averted her eyes.

Roy let out a soft snort, shaking his head ruefully, his eyes finding Gator’s for the next part.  “Of course, there are always women too headstrong for their own good.  In such extreme cases, the woman must be broken, her instruction much more demanding, until she remembers her place–”  

Unable to stomach much more, Win stood abruptly, her chair nearly falling backward in her haste.  “I need to use the restroom.  Excuse me,” she muttered through clenched teeth, smoothing her skirt before heading back to the house, her face burning — whether from anger or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure— her hands clenched at her sides, barely noticing Gator’s worried glance as she hurried back toward the house.

Shutting the bathroom door firmly behind her, Win twisted the tap and splashed her face with cool water, heaving a deep breath to slow her hammering heart. 

It had taken every ounce of self control she possessed not to go off on Roy.  He knew exactly what he was doing.  Though on the surface his little speech had been delivered so matter-of-factly, she could sense the smugness just lurking below his placid expression, and Gator hadn’t said anything.  

Just how much did he buy into that shit?

Win set her jaw, determined to make it through the rest of this ridiculous dinner with her head held high before giving Gator a piece of her mind in private, and finding out just how much he expected her to be like that.  With one last look in the mirror, she pushed the door open, only to stop in her tracks, finding her way blocked, and a spike of unease shot through her as Roy loomed over her, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Excuse me,” she murmured, trying to step past him, but the Tillman patriarch merely leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, trapping her in place.

When it became apparent he wasn’t about to move, Win took a step back, glancing discreetly around the small bathroom, searching for anything that might be used as a weapon, if need be.

Roy studied her a moment, as if she were a problem he was deciding on the best way to handle.

“Sorry for startlin’ yeh,” he said, noticing her wary stance and flashing her what was supposed to be a soothing smile.  “Just thought it’d be as good a time as any to talk to you about some concerns I have,” he explained, nodding his head solemnly and Win merely stared back, tensing as she waited to see what fresh bullshit he was about to spew next.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, Miss Lewis.  Fiery.  Clever, too.  It’s easy to see why my son’s so enamored with you,” Roy drawled, looking her up and down slowly.  “And I’m sure you have many other lovely qualities,” he continued, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he took a deep breath, getting to the point he was trying to make.  

“But let’s face it, you and I both know you’re just not the right fit for him.  Do you understand?” he asked, polite as ever, though the meaning behind his words couldn’t be any clearer, and Win merely stared at him.

Oh, she wasn’t surprised, per say, especially after that delightful little speech at lunch, but she hadn’t exactly expected him to take such a straightforward approach.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly. 

Roy let out an unamused huff, running his tongue over his molars as he shook his head ruefully.

“Like I said, I can see the allure, boy’s only human, and at first I didn’t care that he was gettin’ his kicks.  He has to sow his wild oats sometime, but now things are getting serious, and this needs to end,” he said firmly.  “I’ve looked up your record.  It’s a laundry list of offenses and, well, see, your beliefs, your political affiliations, they just don’t line up with ours,” he said, sucking a breath through his teeth, as if it were a shame.

“What Gator needs is a good Christian woman who knows her place and won’t hesitate to put his needs above her own, and no offense, but we both know that ain’t you.”

And there it was.  His cards were on the table.

He could see the sway she held over his son, and that made her a threat.  She was dangerous to their way of life, and he couldn’t afford for her to influence Gator, to turn him against him.

Win nodded, as if she understood.  “No offense,” she drawled, echoing Roy’s words, her gaze turning hard, “but I think that’s up for him to decide.”

For a long moment, Roy stared her down, his expression hardening to match hers, but she didn’t back down, her glare unwavering despite the way her heart felt ready to beat out of her chest.  

Sensing she wasn’t about to stand down, he plastered a smile to his face and shrugged, pushing away from the door.  

“Just remember this moment, and how I warned you.  Sooner or later Gator’s gunna come to his senses, you’ll see.  He doesn’t need you.”

Without another word, Roy turned away, heading back outside, leaving Win reeling.  As soon as he was out of sight, she let out the breath she’d been holding, deflating against the door, her heart pounding deafeningly in her ears.  For a moment, she wondered if maybe Roy was right.  After all, she’d been telling herself that Gator was wrong for her all along, but...

But, the thought of walking away from him brought a lump to her throat, and that feeling she never wanted to think too hard about when it came to him twisted her stomach so hard it made her gasp, a soft sob bursting from her lips.

Roy was wrong.  If Gator needed anything, it was her.  The last thing she wanted to do was give up on him, especially because of what Roy wanted.

Composing herself, Win was ready to walk back out there, head held high, and show Roy his little chat hadn’t rattled her, when voices from the kitchen caught her attention and she crept closer to listen, overhearing Karen’s voice.

“I don’t know what Gator’s playing at bringing that girl here. It’s a slap in the face, is what it is.  I mean, he has to know her reputation,” she exclaimed while Kelly hummed her agreement.

“Liberal feminazi whore,” Karen grumbled, slamming a dish down hard on the counter.  

“What do they even have in common, anyway?” Kelly mused and Karen snorted.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s really only one thing they have in common–”

Not able to stomach any more, Win stepped into the kitchen.  “Oh, is that dessert?” she exclaimed, leaning forward to scoop some of the whipped cream from the top of the pie in Karen’s hands onto her finger before popping it into her mouth, relishing the alarmed look on the other woman’s face as she wondered if Win had overheard her.

“Mmm, that’s better than sex,” Win moaned, licking her lips.  “Or at least I would assume,” she added, flashing a grin that took in both women, but didn’t quite reach her eyes, though she’d certainly amused herself.

Taking advantage of their stunned silence, she stepped out of the room and nearly collided into Gator as he stepped into the back hallway.

“Ah shit, there ya are,” he sighed in relief.  “Thought my dad might’ve scared ya off for a second there,” he murmured, reaching for her arms, his thumbs caressing her skin.

“He tried to,” she muttered sullenly, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen.  “Can we go somewhere private?  I need to get away from your family for a bit.”

Gator followed her gaze before nodding, his brows pinching.  “C’mon, I’ll show ya my room,” he said, taking her hand and leading her up the back staircase.  

Gator’s bedroom was the last room on the right, and as soon as he pushed open the door, it was obvious it was his.  The walls were covered with posters of cars, metal bands, and half naked women–there were even several centerfolds taped to the ceiling above his bed for easy jerk off access.  Amongst the various posters and somewhat unsettling drawings–Gator’s handiwork, Win assumed–a pair of mounted animal skulls decorated the far wall, their gaping eye sockets staring lifelessly, like silent sentinels keeping vigil over the space.  But it was the Confederate Gadsden flag hanging proudly over the head of his bed that was the centerpiece and Win frowned as it drew her eye.

“You know, it’s kinda antithetical to call yourself a patriot while displaying a Confederate flag,” she pointed out, throwing Gator a dry look, unable to hold her tongue any longer, Roy and Karen having depleted the last of her patience.

“Huh?” Gator asked, frowning in confusion.  “What do ya mean?”

Win rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she ambled toward the glass tank in the corner of the room, admiring the spotted ball python curled up peacefully under its heat lamp, too tired to explain it to him and not exactly wanting to start a fight.

“Nevermind,” she sighed, crouching down to get a better look at the snake.  “What’s its name?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Gator who stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“That’s Sid,” he answered, slowly shutting the door behind him before joining her, starting to feel a little awkward about his decor, hoping she wouldn’t think any less of him for it.

“He’s cute,” she murmured, stroking the glass near the python’s face, its tongue flicking out as it lifted its head for a moment before settling back down.

Win got to her feet and turned toward his bed, glancing up at the centerfolds on the ceiling.  “Should get you a photo of me to put up there,” she teased, smirking at Gator who lingered at the foot of the bed, just out of reach.

“Yeah,” he agreed, shifting his weight nervously.  “I mean, it’s not like I– uh–” he mumbled, fumbling with his words.

“Like you jerk it to ‘em every night?” Win asked, tilting her head knowingly, and he cleared his throat.

“Not anymore I don’t,” he muttered, scoffing slightly.  “Not since I got you to help me out.”

Win smirked, huffing a soft laugh.  “Wanna put on some music?” she asked and Gator quickly nodded, turning around to switch on his boombox, playing the Metallica album that was already loaded in the cd tray and turning up the volume, filling the small room with the heavy guitar riffs.

Letting her eyes wander further, Win’s brows raised as she noticed the pair of handcuffs hanging casually from the head of his bed frame and an idea came to her.

“You ever use those before?” she asked, gesturing to the cuffs, and Gator cleared his throat.  

“No, haven’t exactly gotten the chance,” he admitted, his answer making Win’s grin grow.

Pressing her hand to his chest, she backed him toward the bed, biting her lip, an impish light in her stormy eyes before she pushed him back atop the mattress, sending him sprawling.

“Then let’s break them in, shall we?” she mused, unhooking them from the bed frame, letting them dangle from her finger as she climbed astride Gator’s waist, lifting his arms above his head.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” he muttered, though he didn’t resist as Win cuffed him to the center bar of his headboard.

“Oh?” she cooed, tilting her head at him.  “And what did you have in mind?”

Gator’s eyes flitted away.  “Was kinda hopin’ it’d be the other way round,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Would that make it easier for you to ‘break’ me?” Win countered, her grin disappearing and Gator’s eyes went wide, snapping back to hers.

“What, no!  That’s not–!” he exclaimed quickly, grimacing at the thought, but Win didn’t move, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

When she didn’t respond, Gator struggled against his restraints.  “I swear, I have no intention of doin’ that!” he insisted, silently pleading with his eyes for her to believe him.

She wanted to.

Pressing her hands to his chest, she rolled her hips against him, grinding down atop him and Gator groaned, his cock stirring at the friction, beginning to grow hard again.

“You don’t wanna hit me if I disobey?  Instruct me on how to abide under you?” she asked coldly, slipping the leather cord that held his badge from around his neck and settling it around her own, letting the shiny silver star land between her breasts before she began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Fuck, no!” he cried, frowning up at her, a hiss of pain escaping his lips when she ripped his shirt open, pinching his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she ground against him harder, feeling his trapped erection press against her clothed heat.

“Why not?” she breathed, holding Gator’s gaze.  “It’s what your dad would do.  It’s what he wants you to do.  He said as much to the whole table,” she scoffed.

Gator’s lips twitched, pulling downward as she swallowed thickly, trying not to squirm beneath her as she teased him mercilessly.

“Because I like the way you are!” he exclaimed, panting as she once more stilled atop him, waiting to see what else he had to say.  “I like that you’re feisty, that you challenge me!” he admitted desperately.  “That’s why I pursued you.  If I wanted a chick like Karen, they’re a dime a dozen,” he scoffed, shaking his head, his brows furrowed.  

“The last thing I wanna do is tame that wild spirit of yours.  It’s so fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, letting out a soft whimper.  

“You don’t want me to submit to you?” Win asked, running her fingers through his chest hair and he shook his head.

“Only when you want to.”

The corner of Win’s lips curled just slightly.  Pleased with his answer, she shifted atop him, leaning in to steal a kiss, her tongue flicking playfully into his mouth and she moaned as his tongue met hers, writhing against it desperately, his jaw cracking wider as he sought to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly however, Win pulled back, clicking her tongue softly as Gator whined, jerking against the cuffs, and she smiled sweetly down at him.

“Don’t you wanna be inside me?” she purred, cocking an eyebrow at him in amusement and he nodded eagerly.

“Fuck, please–” he gasped, his hips arching off the bed as Win slipped off him to shimmy her soaked panties down, balling them up and shoving them into Gator’s mouth, muffling the low groan he let out, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head.

“You like that?” she cooed, slowly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his dark jeans, his cock very obviously straining against the stiff fabric.  “You’re such a dirty boy, Gator,” she taunted, pulling his zipper down slowly before tugging his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free, landing heavily against his stomach, already twitching and weeping.

“So pretty,” Win breathed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to his pink throbbing head, smearing his salty pre against her plush lips and a whimper caught in Gator’s throat, his hips lifting desperately, trying to press his cock into her mouth.

“Patience, Gator,” she drawled, crawling back onto the bed and throwing her leg over his hips, hovering just out of reach.  “You wanna see?” she asked, slowly lifting the patterned fabric of her skirt to expose her sex, her arousal practically dripping down her inner thighs, more turned on than she expected, to see him restrained like that–not to mention the heady rush of knowing she was dominating him in his father’s house.

Gator’s eyes fell to Win’s exposed cunt and he groaned around the fabric balled in his mouth.  

Win chuckled.  “You want this?  Want my pussy, baby?” she cooed and Gator nodded desperately, pleading with his dark hazel eyes.

Smiling at his eager reaction, she guided his head to her slick folds, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him, moaning softly at the stretch that she never quite got used to, careful to hold her skirt out of the way so Gator could watch her suck him in, inch by agonizingly slow inch.  When she finally settled atop him, his cock fully buried inside her tight heat, she stilled, cockwarming him as she pulled her panties from his mouth.

“Are you gunna be a good boy for me, Gator?”

At her question, he nodded almost frantically, his chest heaving with anticipation, cock throbbing inside her, desperate for her to move.

“I’ll be good,” he breathed, working moisture back into his mouth, lips parting as he gazed up at her, eyes already blown wide with lust.

“Open,” she instructed, shifting her hips just a fraction, and though Gator let out a soft whine, he did as she asked, opening his mouth.

Win didn’t hesitate, leaning over him to spit in his mouth, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip before telling him to swallow, watching his adam’s apple bob as he obeyed.

“You’re such a good boy,” she purred, stroking the side of his face, and the sinful groan that left Gator’s lips at her praise had her clenching around him, her clit throbbing for some relief.  “Such a good fuckin’ boy,” she breathed, finally rolling her hips atop him, unable to take it anymore.

“You’d do anything for this pussy, wouldn’t you?  My slutty little Gator,” she moaned, splaying her hands atop his chest for stability as she began to move faster, riding him in earnest, his badge bouncing against her chest, glinting proudly in the light that trickled through the dark curtains that hung in the windows.

With each roll of her hips, his cock dragged against her spongy sweet spot while the coarse dark hair at his base sent electricity crackling through her each time her clit ground against him.

“Anything–!” Gator cried, his mouth falling open as his eyes screwed shut.  “I’m your good boy,” he whined, bucking up into her desperately, fighting not to blow his load too soon.

“Oh fuck,” Win gasped, Gator’s wanton moans and whimpers nearly pushing her over the edge herself and she was glad for the loud music that masked their cries.  “Don’t cum yet, I’m close,” she threatened, her movements turning urgent, almost frantic as she chased her pleasure, warmth enveloping her, beckoning to her, her release hovering just out of reach, and Gator nodded, gritting his teeth.

“Good boy,” Win whimpered, her breath catching as the spring in her stomach snapped, and pleasure coursed through her like an avalanche.  “Fuck!  Cum for me–!  Fill me up, Gate, want you to cum!” she cried, shuddering as she rode him through his release, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as he spasmed inside her, pumping her full.

“Good boy, good boy–” Win breathed against his chapped lips, like a prayer before she finally stilled, opening her eyes to find him gazing up at her, pussy drunk, with hearts in his eyes.

“That was–” Gator faltered, having to gasp a breath before continuing.  “Never came that hard before,” he rasped, his eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open, and Win smiled softly, peppering light kisses across his brow and cheeks as she reached for the key to the handcuffs, keeping him inside her, not wanting to lose that feeling of fullness just yet.

As soon as his hands were free, Win returned the cuffs to Gator’s bed frame and placed soft kisses against his wrists as she met his gaze.

“You alright?” 

“Never better,” he murmured, clearing his throat and tucking a stray strand of bleached hair behind Win’s ear, making her smile softly–the uncomfortable events from earlier forgotten for the moment.

“C’mere,” Gator grunted, helping Win roll off him and handing her panties back to clean herself up with while he tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned his shirt back up.

“Oh,” Win breathed, remembering his badge still hung round her neck and she slipped it over her head, setting it on his bedside table before curling up against his side and letting him hold her close, her cheek resting against his chest.  For a long moment neither of them spoke and Win was beginning to wonder if he’d fallen asleep, until he stirred, his fingers trailing softly down her arm and she shifted, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Hey Gator,” she murmured, chewing her lip as she wondered how to bring up the question that had been nagging at her since her conversation with Roy.

“Hmm?” he hummed, cracking an eye open to fix her in his sight.

Win frowned, taking a breath.  “You’re not just… getting your kicks with me until you find something… better, are you?”

As soon as the question hung in the air, Win wanted to crawl under a rock, hating how insecure she sounded.  Gator’s brows drew down and he half pushed himself up to look her in the eye, fully alert now.

“What?  Why would you think that?”

Win shrugged, her gaze dropping sheepishly.  “Just… all that shit your dad said,” she mumbled, picking at a crease in his shirt.  “I mean, my virtue’s long gone…”

Gator huffed a scoff.  “I could give a shit about your virtue,” he muttered, his response snapping Win’s eyes back up in surprise.  “I’m glad you’re not some inexperienced prude,” he exclaimed, an impish grin tugging at his lips.  “It’s hot how much you like my cock,” he boasted smugly.

“Gator–” Win groaned, rolling her eyes as her face warmed, but soon he sobered.

“I’m serious,” he insisted before his gaze dropped and he chewed on his lip.  “And… about that other shit—“ he winced, shaking his head.  “Look, I— I respect the shit outta Roy, but I’ve seen him… do things to my step mom—not Karen, the one before—Nadine,“ he clarified, his brow furrowing deeper.  “Things that made me sick.  Things that I would never—could never do to you,” he whispered, finally lifting his gaze back to her.

“What happened to her?” Win whispered, her hand balling in his shirt.

Gator shook his head sadly.  “She left.  Just like my mom.”

Win’s heart squeezed at the way Gator’s voice cracked at mom and she pulled him into her arms, holding him close, her anger at Roy returning tenfold, seeping into her.

“You’re a good man, Gator.  A better man than your father,” she whispered fiercely, the words almost inaudible, and if Gator heard, he didn’t respond, merely tightening his arms around her and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

The creak of floorboards in the hall was the only warning before Gator’s door swung open, Roy knocking as he stepped into the room, a frown marring his bluff features when he found the pair decent, but still entwined atop the bed.

“Dad–” Gator exclaimed, a cross between alarm and indignation tinging his voice before he quickly cut off and cleared his throat, hastily disentangling himself from Win and running a hand through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

“Quite foolin’ around and say goodbye to your girl, you got chores to do,” Roy announced, his tone brooking no nonsense.

“But–”

At Gator’s reluctance, Roy’s expression hardened and Gator sighed, recognizing the unspoken warning in his eyes.

“Alright,” he muttered.  “C’mon, I’ll walk you down.”

Win nodded, slipping from the bed and grabbing her shoes while Gator shut off his stereo.  Before Roy turned away, he grabbed Win by the arm, pulling her closer in the hall.

“Remember what I said,” he whispered gruffly.  “End things or there will be consequences,” he warned, his fingers digging into her bicep hard enough to bruise and Win winced.  Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response, she kept her head high and her eyes straight ahead, though a flash of fear seared through her.

“Glad you could join us for dinner, we’ll hafta do this again some time,” Roy exclaimed, releasing Win before stepping past her and down the stairs.

“You okay?” Gator’s voice in her ear made Win jump and she quickly smoothed her features before turning to face him.

“Yeah, m’fine,” she assured him, flashing him a smile before slipping her hand in his and heading downstairs.  She was glad there was no one gathered in the front room to say goodbye to as they passed through.  She didn’t think she had any patience left to deal with any more fake bullshit.

When they got to her car, Gator pulled her into his arms and pressed her back against the side of the Chevelle before she could pull the door open.

“Gator,” Win chuckled helplessly, unable to keep the grin from her face.  “What’re you doing?”

“Stealin’ some kisses before you go, that okay?” he drawled, a lopsided grin pulling at his lips as he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue sliding against the seam of her lips until she opened for him, moaning softly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, stealing her breath away.

“What was that for?” she breathed when they finally parted and Gator shrugged, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Just wanted t’kiss you, that’s all,” he replied, trying to ignore Win’s doubtful expression.  “Alright fine,” he huffed, ducking his head.  “Wanted to thank you for showing up today.  I know it wasn’t exactly easy, and I appreciate it,” he mumbled sheepishly.

For a moment Win thought he was going to say something else, but he swallowed the words and shook his head, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“You’re welcome,” Win murmured, taking his face between her hands and pressing one last chaste kiss to his swollen lips, surprising him.  “Just don’t expect me to show up next Sunday,” she said wryly and Gator huffed a laugh.

“Deal.”

Win could feel eyes on them and sure enough, Roy was standing on the porch watching them, his expression a tight mask.

“Call me tonight?” Win asked, letting out a sigh as Gator finally released her, stepping back.

“Oh, you betcha,” he drawled, winking at her, and Win blew him a kiss as she climbed into her car, twisting the key in the ignition, letting the engine roar to life.

As she pulled away from the house, turning down the long drive back to the road, she glanced in the rearview mirror, finding Roy still watching her as she drove away.  Smirking to herself, she stuck her arm out the window to give him a cheeky wave, even though she wanted to throw a different gesture.

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[angstfactory]

"What?!-- No, I didn't fuckin' say that--" Jesse hesitated then, as the person -- or thing?? -- inside Aisley claimed he meant to murder the woman to save her. "Fuckin' hell, that's extreme, alright? I'm not gonna--" The man was no stranger to fighting and sometimes those fights had gotten pretty damn bad, but killing someone? There'd never been a time in his life anything like that crossed his mind-- he was no killer. Reckless and idiotic, sure, ready to push for stupid brawls... Absolutely. But that was the extent of whatever damage he wanted to be responsible for.

Maybe people might think he would go that far-- they certainly thought the worst of him everywhere else.

"I'm just gonna... beat you out of her.." Now to have to say it out loud, it sounded so damn stupid. Jesse's conviction in the matter had clearly been swayed, too, as the baseball bat lowered and he merely looked uncertain in the moment. Because quite honestly... She still looked like Aisley to him, and as frustrating as the woman was, it wasn't like he wished actual harm to her. Her garden was one thing-- the person was a whole other business. Jesse wouldn't even have those thoughts against his worst enemy... Like even that Cassidy prick.

So how the hell was he planning to beat this -- whatever it was -- out of Aisley if he couldn't even work up the nerve to strike her? Fuck me, man. Obviously his threat hadn't even made any different, as the woman stalked forward without pause. His eyes widened as the table and chairs got flung aside without any seen force behind it. God damn these fuckin' creatures... It sent chills right down his spine, every time, to witness something that just shouldn't be possible. The man shifted weight anxiously from foot-to-foot, a bit rooted to the spot as the woman came forward. Jesse had never been in a situation like this before, he wasn't sure how to respond. And, dumbly so, that human part inside said that surely she wasn't going to do anything too crazy. Slap him? Push him? Maybe try to kick him in the balls or something?! The usual stuff that women would typically come with, despite the fact she had literally just tossed aside furniture like it was nothing.

"Shit--" this curse was bit out as Aisley grabbed the bat and yanked him in close like a ragdoll. Just as his mouth opened to respond, the man felt his body being lifted like nothing, and get flung backwards. "OH SHIT!" The words were screeched as he flew backwards and his body crashed into the bottles of alcohol and mirrored backdrop, amongst a crescendo of shattering glass.

Jesse dropped like a ton of bricks as glass and shelves and spirits crashed down on top of him, both hands instinctively covered over his head. Fortunately for the human, he often preferred to wear pants and a jeans jacket his sister left behind years ago-- so aside from his face, neck, and hands, most of his body was protected and shielded by the fabric of thick clothes. But that doesn't mean all of that didn't hurt. Because it did. A lot.

"Fuck," he coughed, gasping in a heavy breath as the wind was knocked clean out of him. Jesse groaned as he gingerly rolled over shattered glass and alcohol onto his back, still struggling to take in some breaths of air-- body somewhat arched as if he was doing his best to avoid a particularly uncomfortable spot. It was because not three months ago, he'd suffered from another attack that nearly had this creature trying to scratch out his spine. It'd taken a month to get over the infection from it and for the wound to finally heal over, though the ugly scratches had since scarred over and the man continued to deal with lingering bouts of pain on days he stood around or worked too long. Now, it was like someone might as well have taken that bat straight to his back all over again.

"I gotta.." he wheezed, coughing again, adams apple bobbing as he struggled to swallow through a suddenly dry mouth, "I gotta get out of this place.." It'd be a lie to say a couple of fat tears from pain -- and fear -- had squeezed out and leaked back behind his ears. His entire body was completely soaked from the spirits and that alcohol was a serious assault to the senses-- damn near made the human lightheaded from that alone.

He meant Raven's Peak, though. He needed to leave, get out of there. It was too dangerous for someone like him. Stupid as he was, no, he didn't have a death wish. His sister wasn't even here, she'd probably never been there. If he managed to get out of whatever the fuck was going on right now, Jesse planned to skip town by the weekend. Because fuck this. Fuck everyone here. Fuck all of it.

She was going to kill him.

Provided they both survived whatever was going on, Aisley fully intended to kill Jesse. Honestly, if she survived and he didn’t, she would petition the powers of the universe to bring him back just so she could have the honor. She didn’t know how she’d manage it, but she would figure it out. Somehow, someway, she was going to kill him. How many more times could she gain enough control to give him time to escape?

Stubborn, idiotic, overconfident . . . man!

Why wouldn’t he just go?

Instead, his temper seemed to ignite, and he looked like he was digging in his heels. If she’d been able to say anything, Aisley would have started fussing. Then he brought out a baseball bat.

Laughter, high and almost cackling, poured from her throat as the demon expressed its amusement at Jesse’s defiant stance. Confidence oozed from every pore as it stalked towards him. It didn’t bother going around the table. No, it simply tossed the furniture and everything on it out of the way. It neither sped up nor slowed down as it prowled towards Jesse.

“Kill the patient to cure the disease, hmm?” it chuckled. “Is that your style? Better to kill her than leave her to me?”

Better dead than imprisoned.

Granted, Aisley would prefer if given a choice, but she would never have wanted anyone else to take that kind of burden onto their shoulders. Worse, Jesse had no idea how to fight or repel a demon. He’d get hurt . . . or killed, damn it . . . taking this stance and it wouldn’t do any damn good!

She tried to claw her way into control, wanting to do something . . . anything . . . that might help, warn, something!

But she felt herself thrust back before she could even manage a single word. “Now, now, little witch,” the demon sniffed. “No more secrets from you.” It tossed her head and rolled her eyes. “But all this talking is getting a bit boring.” The smile turned mischievous once again. Aisley could only watch as her hand shot out to grab the bat, twisting and tugging him forward.

“About that game, I wanted to play,” the demon hissed into his face. “I’ve chosen a new one.” Then it shoved him with a strength far beyond her own to send him flying towards the wall behind the bar.

And all the glass . . .

No!

[torhues]

tsukishima kei.

"you're crying," tsukishima speaks over your soft sobs filling the atmosphere around an empty staircase.

"thanks for noticing, idiot," even though your throat is soar and you're barely in a position to say something, you manage to utter words of delightful gratitude, or insult, whatever fits the situation better.

he sighs, and you feel him sit next to you. to be honest, he's the last person you expected to see at the moment, and also the last person you wished would see you in your current state.

you don't have anything against again, not at all, but neither of you can stand each other's presence, especially you. perhaps, it's the way he refuses to compromise, or the moments he straight up calls your ideas stupid and lame, always getting on your nerves. tsukishima isn't a half bad student, but he sure is the worst project partner you could've been assigned.

another sigh escapes his lips. "if you would tell me what happened, maybe i can help,"

"yeah, no thanks, asshole," you reply.

"i don't see the need to call me names when i'm being nice to you,"

"jesus, tsukishima, i don't want to talk to anyone right now so please leave me alone," there's annoyance in your voice, hints of anger in your eyes, a frown on your face while you try your best to compose yourself and not break down.

it doesn't faze him.

tsukishima doesn't even blink. in fact, he looks at you as if he's used to seeing you this way. his eyes are still brimming with indifference, or maybe there's a little bit of emotion— warmth— you don't know, it's hard to figure out. reading him is hard because on other days, tsukishima doesn't seem to care.

he takes a deep breath, pulling out his phone from the pocket before leaning against the step behind him. "guess we're staying quiet,"

and you don't know why he doesn't leave.

the typical tsukishima would be with his friend or in a corner of the classroom, sitting by himself with air-pods plugged in. some say he listens to crime podcasts while others have seen him re-listen to the lectures, which could be the reason behind his excellent grades. on normal days, he would call you stupid for minor miscalculations in mathematics, suggesting that you should sign up for remedial classes before it's too late.

maybe, it's the significant change in weather today that has got him acting this way. maybe, he just needs someone to kill his boredom and coincidently, you happen to need someone who would lend you an ear.

"i broke up with my boyfriend," you begin, eyes on the gray tiles, voice low enough to equalize a whisper. "well, he broke up with me, and even though i said that i fucking hate him and that i'm better off without him, it hurts, y'know?"

tsukishima sighs again. it's a lighter one this time, like a sigh of relief, a sigh without stress, a sigh of comfort. you wait for him to speak but, all you hear is silence. for a second, you wonder if it was a wrong decision to tell him this in the first place, and the reason is far beyond the ideologies of sharing your weakness with your biggest rival. to put it simply, you don't think tsukishima is the right person to find comfort within.

he slips his phone back inside the pocket. "you curse a lot when you're angry, or upset,"

"is that what you inferred from everything i told you?"

he shrugs. "perhaps,"

"gosh, i new this was a bad idea," actually, you thought it was a good idea to share a few things with him, just for a brief second. of course, this isn't the only decision you'd be regretting, but you still hope you could go back in time and stop yourself while you still had the chance.

you grab your bag, swinging it up your shoulders before taking a last look at him, hoping he'd say something else, something worth noting instead of initiating pointless talks. when nothing comes your way from his side, you decide to leave on your own accord, for your own good.

"crying over men is lame," his words make you halt in your way. "just saying," and it's surprising and equally fascinating to hear something along those lines from his mouth.

"i know," you chuckle, "but, some of us have it tough out there,"

"you're not some random person. you decked your friend's ex because he cheated on her," first things first, you don't know the need to bring that up. you were in first year and had subpar hatred for people to cheat on their significant others— still do— but the current you wouldn't deck someone. and secondly, you don't know how that has anything to do with your relationship.

"hey, now, that was a different case,"

"you can deck your ex too," he states with a monotonous voice, being ever so serious and certain of his words as if they're wedding vows. "i don't see how that's any different,"

a trail of silence follows. you almost consider his words, almost, and brush off those thoughts from your mind the very next second. you take a look at his face, wondering if he's joking, but reading tsukishima has always been so hard, you don't know if his eyes resonate with a mere prank or if they spell something else out loud.

"minato treated me well, tsukishima," you retort, "i don't know what's going on in that head of yours but, don't make any assumptions,"

the slight necessity to clarify your relationship compelled those words to fall off your lips. although, you did broke up on bad terms, the period while you were with him wasn't half bad. you both had your share of happiness and sorrow, arguments and comfort, just like any other normal relationship would. maybe that's why now that you've broken up, it hurts more, and perhaps, the reason is not him but instead, everything that the two of you had.

"well, you've got other guys out there," once again, tsukishima's words pull out of your thoughts. his expression is ambiguous and his gaze mirror something that you've never seen in his eyes. you take your time to come up with a response, knowing that while his words means more than what they seem to.

and when you don't say anything for the next new seconds, tsukishima stands up, taking a step towards you. "i'm saying, you have me,"

[one-sad-human]

•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

     You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

     You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

     "Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

     It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

     "No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

     Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

     You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

     But then he called.

     "I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

     You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

     When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

     All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

     "You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

     You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

     When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

     Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

     Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

     "Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

     "Not exactly, no."

     "Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

     That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

     You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

     By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

     He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

     "It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

     You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

     It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

     Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

     You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

     Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

     You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

     Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

     His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

     You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

     You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

     There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

     "Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

     He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

     He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

     Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

     It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

     "I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

     "I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

     "You're worth it."

     After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

     You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

    You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

[raphael-simp]

A Year In - Raph x Reader Part 2

You were absolutely in love with the life you were growing to have.

During normal days, like Monday to Friday that type of thing, you were just on slight autopilot. You went to school, did your homework, went to work and went back home to your parents.

The weekends were a completely different story, though.

You'd tell your parents that you were going over to a friend's house for the weekend, and in reality you were telling the truth, but not the whole of it.

Your parents had let you leave every weekend, because they knew how hard it was for you to keep friends. They just wanted you happy, and told you to be responsible and not get into trouble. You'd always done so, but it eased their nerves.

So, you'd head out with a packed bag and walk down a block to meet Raph at the manhole cover that you'd come to memorize. Every weekend went just like this, like clockwork.

Raph would wait restlessly for you, slightly pacing and twirling his sai's at the back of the alleyway, still needing to stay out of sight. He'd constantly check the time on his phone, and start to worry if you were late by anything over ten minutes.

Yes yes, it sounds ridiculous, but he had to admit, Raph was still slightly afraid the Kraang still had you on watch. It had been over a year since he'd first met you and the Kraang had attacked you, but they were unpredictable at times. He didn't know if they'd try to attack you again, and it killed him to think that they'd take you because he wasn't there.

But, each time he started to really worry, you'd turn the corner and ease his nerves completely, with that bright smile you'd always greet him with.

"Hey Raph!" You'd say, jogging to get over to him faster. He'd immediately loosen up, seeing you safe, and a smile would grace his own features. He'd wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you to his side, lightly shaking your arm.

"Hey doll face, you doin' okay?"

And that's where we leave off.

"Ugh, Raphie you've got no idea how badly classes make me wanna scream! I've got a project due in science next week, an essay in English on Wednesday, and a test in math on Tuesday. There is NO way in hell I'm gonna sleep next week." You say, rubbing your forehead. Just thinking of everything you had to do gave you anxiety, and the hand you had at your side started to twitch because of it.

Seeing you stressed out, Raph took your free hand and tightly held it in his own, making you look up at him.

He had definitely grown over the past year and a bit. Instead of being eye level with you like he used to be, you now had to look up at him. He was nearing five foot ten.

"Well for th' next two nights an' three days ya don't gotta worry about that. Loosen up doll face."

You smiled and lowered your head for a second before looking back up straight ahead.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm just overreacting. Always do. So what's been going on with you guys? Anything exciting?" You asked, slightly swinging your connected hands as the two of you walked.

He shrugged, lightly rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Other than Don nearly blowin' up th' Lair for th' third time this week, not much."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as you did.

"Third? Seriously? I was expecting fifth. Disappointed." Now it was Raph's turn to laugh, and good Lord did you absolutely love it.

He didn't really do it often, so you'd savour the moment and stay quiet to just hear it. Pretty soon it died down, and in perfect timing too, since the two of you were coming up on the Lair entrance.

It hasn't changed overly much over the past year, but there were the subtle things, like a new poster on the pole in the back, or a small artwork done in spray paint by Mikey on the far wall. You'd come to know this place as your second home, and you loved it.

"Hey guys!" You called out, seeing the other three sitting in the main dugout arguing over something that you couldn't quite hear. Your voice caused them all to turn their heads and send a small smile in your direction.

"Hi (Y/N!)" Donnie answered back, slightly waving.

"Hey (N/N)." Leo smiled, giving a small salute.

"(Y/N)! Mah dude! How've ya been?!" Mikey shouted, falling back on the couch.

You smiled and slightly laughed, letting go of Raph's hand to push your hair back.

"Mentally dying!" You shouted back, tossing your bag next to the couch and out of the way so no one would trip over it if they walked past.

"Noooooo, my human!!" Mikey darted right up and ran over to you, tightly hugging you around the waist and nearly lifting you off the ground with the strength of it. You shrieked in laughter, kicking your legs until he put you down. He pushed your hair back from your forehead to feel it for a temperature and put two fingers on your neck to feel for a pulse.

"No dying on me! Not allowed!!" He shouted, and you just laughed harder, trying to shove his arms away.

"You're a huge dork Mikey!" You breathed out, putting a hand over your abdomen to try and ease the small pain that was growing there due to all your laughing.

He just smiled and stood proudly, looking off into the distance.

"I know. I take pride in that!" He said, putting his hands on his hips.

"Hey super-Mikey," Leo called from the couch, "mind bringing the two love birds over? We gotta decide on movies here!"

How many times has he said that since he's known you? Way to damn many to count that's for sure.

Honestly, you and Raph had grown nearly immune to his slight teasing, but it still brought back your shy tendencies every once and a while.

Like now.

You bit the inside of your lip and tensed your shoulders, looking down and trying to hide your face with your hair.

Mikey skipped over to his two older brothers, sitting back down on the couch next to Donnie and picking up three DVD cases, tossing them on the floor and picking up three other ones. You stood kind of frozen at the bottom of the entrance steps, just staring at the three from behind.

You slightly jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back, relaxing when you realized it was just Raph.

"Love birds, huh?" He commented, leaning down so his face was right next to yours.

"Kinda like that."

Okay, he was SO not helping your situation!

You turned your head to the other side to try and hide, but all Raph did was chuckle and kiss your cheek, walking over to his brothers and sitting on the ground in front of them to leave you to calm down before you joined.

Took you a good five minutes before you did.

You walked over from behind and smacked Leo upside the head, walking around and sitting on the floor right against the couch by said leaders legs.

"You two are absolute asses, Leonardo and Raphael."

Raph just smiled and continued sifting through DVD's, while Leo lightly laughed at you and nudged you with his leg.

"Yeah I know, now get looking."

You rolled your eyes and hit his leg back, sliding over a pile of DVD's from the pile on the floor and started looking through.

It took you all nearly half an hour to find a movie you all agreed on, which ended up being James Bond; one of the newer ones. You volunteered to set it up while Donnie went to get two giant bowls of popcorn for all of you to share, which Mikey piped up about.

"You kidding? I'm gonna have one all to myself!" He said, falling back over the arm of the couch and landing in Leo and Raph's lap.

Raph huffed and shoved his brothers shoulder.

"Like hell ya will, shell for brains." Mikey shoved him back, which nearly ended up in Mikey shoving himself onto the ground. Raph started laughing, which quickly turned into a shrill "Ow!" When Leo flicked the side of his head.

"Be nice Raph, he's just kidding around. Plus, if he does eat a whole bowl he'll have to go make another and we won't pause the movie."

Mikey dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare!"

Leo smiled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Oh but I would, baby brother."

Mikey huffed and crossed his arms, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fiiiiiiine. You wiiiiiin."

Mikey rolled off of their laps and onto the floor where he caught himself and just lied back down, pulling down two pillows to lay his head on to make himself comfortable. You sat by the TV, waiting for Donnie to come back so you could hit play and start the movie. No sooner than you thought that, said genius returned with two big bowls of popcorn. As he sat down you pressed play and crawled back over to the couch, sitting on the ground next to Miley's feet and against Raph's legs. As soon as the music started though, you gasped and sat up straight, immediately recognizing the artist.

"Adele!" You shrieked, smiling and slightly bouncing. You absolutely loved her and her music, so this just made your day ten times better. And you recognized the song, too! So you wouldn't disturb anyone else anymore than you already did, you only mouthed along with the lyrics instead of singing them. You slightly swayed side to side to the time of the music. You might not've known all the lyrics, but you sure as hell tried.

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was watching you with a small smile on his face as he noticed you trying to sing along. As much as he loved how you acted when he first met you; all shy and quiet and reserved, he loved this side of you even more. The side that spoke to everyone, laughed and enjoyed so much more openly.

He just loved you.

Feeling a light nudge on his arm, Raph looked to his right to face his brother. He had a sort of knowing smile on his face, slightly gesturing to you sitting against his legs.

'Ask her out already.' He mouthed to him, not wanting to say anything in front of you so you could hear.

Raph rolled his eyes and elbowed his brother, but he couldn't stop smiling now. With the way the both of you behaved around each other, Raph didn't really think he needed to ask you. You already behaved like a couple, but at the same time you might not've thought of it like that.

That and he wanted to be able to call you his girlfriend.

'I will, relax Cupid.' Raph mouthed back to his brother, leaning back and resting his arms behind his head.

.

The movie was nearly two hours long, and if anyone thought that the five of you could stay still for that time, MAN were they funny!

Oh hell no.

Mikey started right against the front of the couch and ended up sprawled in the middle of the floor with an empty popcorn bowl on his head.

Donnie and Leo were sitting next to each other nicely with the second popcorn bowl sitting in his lap.

Donnie ended up with his legs draped over the arm of the couch with an arm hanging over the back of it, and Leo ended up shell to shell with Donnie, completely knocked out with the half empty popcorn bowl still in his lap.

You and Raph started out with him siting on the couch and you on the floor against his legs.

Now, he was sitting on the floor with his shell against the couch, and you were sitting with your back to him between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, the both of you slightly nodding off every now and again.

"My children-"

You nearly jumped five feet in the air at the sound of Splinter's voice coming out of nowhere.

You, Donnie, Raph and Mikey looked up to the rat, Leo still passed out cold. He lightly chuckled at your reaction and you slightly looked down to hide your reddening face.

"I believe you should all head to bed. It is becoming late at you are all falling asleep out here."

"Hai, sensei." The four of you answered, fighting back the urge to yawn.

Mikey slid the bowl off of his head and stood up stretching and scratching the back of his head.

"Night dudes and dudette." He yawned, slightly waving to all of you before trudging off to his room.

Donnie and Raph tried their best to wake up Leo, but nothing they did worked. He must've been overworking himself again with training and patrols again.

The three of you decided it be best to just let him sleep out here for the night, but you put the two pillows underneath his head so that he'd at least be comfortable and wouldn't wake up so sore.

You and Raph bid Donnie goodnight, to which he just raised his hand to, trying not to yawn and walking off to his room as well.

That just left you, Raph and the sleeping leader in the main area.

And honestly, you didn't want to move at all. You were extremely comfortable with where you were and felt no desire in moving what-so-ever.

"C'mon doll face, let's go."

You groaned and lied your head back against his plastron, closing your eyes.

"Nooooo, I don't wanna move Raphie." You mumbled, not raising your voice in fear of waking the sleeping others. Raph just smiled and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"One, I've told ya t' stop callin' me that. Two, I don't wanna either but we're both tired an' gotta get some sleep." You huffed and crossed your arms, keeping your eyes closed.

"Fiiine. Buzzkill." You mumbled, sitting up and half opening your eyes. Again, Raph just smiled and stood, lifting you into his arms and carrying you off to his room.

Even though the two of you were close, you and Raph drew the line at sharing a room constantly. Yeah, you two loved spending time together, but you drew the line at rooms. The couch was your territory for the nights you stayed unless it was being occupied by someone else. Those were the only nights you spent in Raph's room.

He walked in and sit you down on his bed, going back out and grabbing your bag so you could get changed into your pyjamas. You made a circle motion with your finger telling him to turn around, which he complied with.

You tossed your day clothes into the bag with everything else and closed it back up, kicking his shell as you lied down on the far side of his bed.

"Wh- hey." He turned around with a small smirk on his face.

"Did you just kick me?" He asked, full well knowing the answer. He lied next to you and extended an arm out to you, so you rolled over and curled up against his side.

"Yup. And I don't regret any of it." You replied, stifling a yawn so it wouldn't interfere with your speech.

"Hmm, sure you don't doll face." You didn't really answer him, so he looked down to see you struggling to keep your eyes open.

Man did he ever want to kiss you right now.

And y'know what, that's exactly what he asked for.

"(Y/N), can I kiss you?"

Did you hear him right?

Like seriously?

Wait did he just-

You looked up at Raph with wide eyes, completely stunned at what he had asked so nonchalantly.

"Uh.... I-I uh.. Wh- did-"

And he fucking laughed at you.

"Okay, you know you're adorable when you turn red like that, right?"

Oh he was SO not helping!

You groaned and hid your face with your arm in an attempt to get away from his teasing, but he just lifted your head back up to look at him.

"You didn't answer me. Can I kiss you?"

He was getting slightly more impatient the longer you took to answer, which only drilled into your head that he really was serious.

"Yeah." You finally answered, barely speaking above a whisper, and yet he still heard you. He tilted your head up a bit more and leaned down, connecting your lips in a quick and soft kiss.

Your face completely burned and your hands were starting to shake, but you ignored it by focusing on Raph, and only Raph.

The arm that was around you tightened its grip and pulled you closer to his chest, so you reached up and held both sides of his face in a useless attempt to bring him closer.

Slowly, the hand that was gently holding your chin left and held the back of your head, tugging ever so slightly at the roots of your hair. The action was enough to catch you off guard, and because of that he took it as a chance to deepen the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the side and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You had to pull back.

The both of you were slightly out of breath, having kissed for so long without taking a break to breathe.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)-"

"N-no, no Raph it's okay... it's okay."

You smiled and loosely moved your hands to rest on his shoulders.

"I've... I’ve actually wanted that to happen for a while."

Jesus, you just loved his smile, it was amazing. Everything about him was.

"Believe me, I have too-"

He cut himself off by kissing you once again, and you couldn't help but laugh a bit to yourself and kiss him back. He wrapped both of his arms around you and lifted you onto his chest, holding you by the waist and close to him.

You snaked your arms around his neck and tugged at his mask tails, and you could feel him smile as you did so.

Only God knows how long you stayed like this, getting more heated every minute that went by.

Long story short, his mask ended up somewhere on the floor and your shirt was nearly pulled off multiple times, and you struggled to make sure he didn't take it off.

Your lips were sore yet you still kissed him with all you had.

Your jaw was aching but you still held it open so you both could kiss as deeply as you could.

You could barely breathe but you didn't pull back.

Every couple seconds either of you would let out little sighs or moans of pleasure, ones that you couldn't help.

You both really had wanted this.

Needed this.

Slowly but surely you both parted, giving each other a moment to catch your breath.

Your faces stayed close together and the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, almost processing what had just transpired.

"Kinda pointless," Raph breathed out, still trying to catch his breath, "but do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You sighed out a small laugh and nodded, knowing you were smiling like a damn idiot.

"'Course I will ya stupid turtle."

He laughed to himself and slid a hand up the back of your shirt, tightly gripping your side and pinning you to his chest as he kissed you again, more rough than he had last time.

Lord your faces were gonna be sore in the morning.

//////

GUIS.

I.

LOVE.

THIS.

SHIT.

SO.

FUCKING.

MUCH.

SHOULD I MAKE IT LIEK ITS OWN MINI SERIES?!

ALSO PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT 2-4 IN THE MORNING SO HAAAAAAA

[icarusredwings]

I'd like to point out that No, He didn't ever meet Jefferson, but the rumors were still relevant. He doesn't even know if it's true or not. Plus, the fact that Wade thinks he's that old makes Logan wonder how he ever passed second grade subtraction. He knows Wade is smart, so sometimes he thinks he acts stupid on purpose, but this?.... this just makes him want to face palm himself so hard that he gets a concussion.

Logan war headcanons. (Do I have to put a trigger warning? This is fucking war, you know what you're getting into)

@tired-dragon22

Saber once got into a bar fight with Willam Sherman, and of course, Logan had to back him up. He was young. It was stupid.

But this is actually the event that inevitably leads him to meet Lincoln. Somewhere, he still has one of the first Lincoln pennies, and if he's ever at a moral crossroads, he'll flip it. He doesn't actually litsen to it, but it makes it easier for him to make up his mind. "Sorry, Link. Not everyone can be saved." Before deciding to murder someone.

Once Logan got into it with Cap because he told him that he was tired of dogs getting killed because of the mines and that he smelled the landmines so why were they killing dogs?

Cap told him that was impossible and to stop drinking. Logan proved this, and when it detonated, Cap never questioned his smells again. Logan actually saved a lot of dogs because of this, and even got the honor of meeting Sargent Stubby. Now he has a fondess for boxers, american bulldogs, and boston terriers (but not french bulldogs)

He wasn't there for it, but when he heard the dog warned people of the gas, he got a bit pissed off that they believed a dog over him.

During his time as a soilder, a frenchmen brought up how many horrible things that Canadian soilders have done, how ruthless and untrust worthy they could be. It even went as far as dumping his canteen, stealing his food, just straight bullying along with framing most of the other canadians for things they did. Saber was planning to kill him, but Logan beat him to it. Logan doesn't remember it. Its why when hes drunk and Remy gets on his nerves he storms off before anything worse can happen, calling him François a couple of times if really deep in the bottle.

Saber talked about how proud he was of his little brother but Logan only remembers waking up panting and standing over a torn up bloody body, the way his platoon mates looked at him afterwards made him feel like a monster. He was treated and felt like a feral animal long before he was given the name of one.

After this, He isolated, saber put it in his head that they couldn't trust humans and that he was the only one who would ever understand him.

This was until he met a German who had ran away from his country to join the other side. He was seen as a traitor, a spy, someone not to be trusted. He remembered them sharing food and each time he'd turn and scarf it down. The german didn't mind, though.

He'd laugh and give him more. Not because he was making fun of him but because he knew logan was hungry more then the others. Have you ever heard a german laugh over the sounds of bombs and shouting while ravagening stale bread in the mud, blood filled trenches?

The Germans english was TERRIBLE but they managed. Despite not even understanding each other most of the time, they covered each others back, splitting meals and joking around (best they could with the barrier)

He even nicknamed him "Mien herr Vild"

"What?"

"Herr Vild."

"Vile?"

"Vviillldd."

"What does that mean?"

"Es bedeutet, dass du jetzt mein freund bist."

"Mean Friend?"

"Ja."

"Ha. Sure. Good enough."

He didn't know it at the time, but this was possibly one of his best friendships of all time. But also the shortest because Saber couldn't handle the jealousy and killed him. "What happend to not trusting humans!?"

"He was different! You saw it!"

"No, what I seen was you letting your gaurd down and eating out of the palm of his hand like a damn dog!"

"Im not a dog and you damn well know I do what I want!"

"He went around telling the whole camp that you're mean and wild Logan! What would that mean for US!?"

It wasn't until years later that he understood most of their conversations, translating them from blurry memory. Perhaps this is why he finds Kurts accent so comforting. Someone else that was treated like an animal but the kindest soul he's met. His spirit unbroken and a strong warrior. If he believed in reincarnation, he might suspect something. Thankfully, he doesn't.

do you guys think that Wade keeps Logan up at night asking him some random and ridiculous questions about history bc you know logan is OLD and not letting him rest a little, just mumbling about stuff like

Wade: 'so, what was the great depression like?'

While Logan is sitting there like:

[whitestaghere]

Not your fault - Levi x reader

Just felt like it had been a while and came up with this. Hope ya'll enjoy reading!❤️

Warnings: none really. Mentions of death. Angst and a dash of fluff at the end.

Saying I was scared was an understatement. No, I was shook to the very brink of my existence. I hadn't expected it to be so nerve wracking as it was, now that I had finally joined the scout regiment.

I had expected this of course.

Who wouldn't? Specially when they were proned to fighting naked humans as tall as trees running at you like they were on their morning caffeine rush.

What was even worse was when the stoic captain of the special operations squad decides to pick you to be part of his squad. "I appreciate your skills," he said.

Well I guess there wasn't really much to fuss about that apart from the new mission we were setting up for and our very special rivalry.

Today, everything had gone smooth until that female titan had decided to come waltzing in.

She had managed to wipe out all of Levi squad and I felt my blood boil. My mind was in a blur, filled with thoughts of nothing but blood lust. Just from her.

Eren's screams played at the back of my mind and even as I caught sight of him shooting towards where I was, I couldn't find it in me to stop him.

As cruel as it sounded- I wanted her to feel the pain as I did.

I glanced down at Petra's body. The eyes that always greeted me with brightness were now looking at me blankly. Tasting the saltiness from the tears that streamed down my face unbeknownst to me- my cool demeanor finally broke. Snapping out of my trance I pushed myself off the branch I stood upon.

Shooting my hooks into the skin of the female titans shoulder, I zipped through the air screaming in anguish. I swung my blades over my head, aiming for the hand that covered her nape. If I could just cut through her wrist-

Just as planned, my blades sunk into the flesh of her wrist. Deep, but not deep enough.

If only I hadn't been distracted and just pushed away right then..

Her large hand came in contact with my body, swatting me off like as if I were some insect. Which in her case, I probably looked it. With a pained yelp, I was being thrown through the air.

"Y/N!" Eren.

My eyes shot open just when a bolt of lightning struck through the air. Ah.

I realised what was happening.

I tried to aim my grappling hooks at one of the trees before I probably fell to my death or by the slightest chances, fell straight into a titans mouth. But everything was in a blur and with the way the titan hit me, I couldn't quite direct my focus onto one thing. And before you know it, I had already inched closer to the ground, crashing straight into a tree. I doubled forward and my body slid down against the rough surface.

Cursing inwardly, I glanced down at my body; my lower half, sprawled out on the ground as I slumped against the tree.

I wanted to move, to assist Eren - but my body refused to respond. I couldn't budge and for a moment, I hoped I had died through impact because the thoughts that ran through my head were killing me.

My body felt limp almost like as if I was paralysed. I fought to keep my eyes open. The ground beneath me shook and my ears were filled with the sound of Eren's titan screaming. And with that, black filled my vision.

>>present<<

My body shot up at once and I winced at the sudden pain that shot through my body.

"You're awake."

That voice.

I snapped my head to my right and I was greeted by those steel eyes that belonged to none other than the captain. I had this urge to shrink and disappear out of existence under his icy gaze and-

Wait.

I was alive? Or no wait. Good Gods, please don't tell me he died too!

Without thinking, my hand shot out to grab his arm that was crossed over his chest. This took him by surprise and his eyes shifted between me and my hand with a hint of annoyance laced in his features. His body had tensed under my hold and I immediately pulled away with a gasp.

"I-I'm sorry sir. I just-"

"I found you not too far from the rest of the squad," he cut me off. My head lowered at the mention of the others. "I didn't think you were alive considering the amount of blood you lost. But that's when you coughed, splattering all your substances at me and well- you know the rest."

I didn't know what to say. Even if I did, I didn't have it in me to speak or make a snarky remark like I usually did. The thought of my fallen comrades made me sick to the stomach. But I couldn't cry either.

No. Just not with him here.

You remember how I said we had a special rivalry going on between us? Yeah.

Ever since Levi had asked me to join his squad- we'd always been at eachother's throats. Which I didn't quite expect considering how he picked me.

He'd say something sarcastic, I'd snap back at him and vice versa. It eventually came to the point that commander Erwin had to walk in one time, suggesting Levi that it would be best if I were switched to Mike's squad. But Levi had simply walked out of the room.

Just like that, Erwin asked me to make the choice and I said no. Why you ask?

I wanted Levi to accept me.

I couldn't even remember what started this rivalry to begin with and it was eating at me constantly. I had never seen him snap at people as easily as he did with me. Well he did occasionally, but this was on a daily basis and it made no sense at all.

Hanji said it was just his nature and that I'd understand him later. I realised that was she said was just ridiculous because this man, he didn't even dare to show me a little bit of respect. So I decided I'd leave him be and put up a mask whenever he'd target me but that's when things got worse. He always found reasons to argue with me and I caught up with it too.

Breaking down in front of him wasn't an option now.

Levi's chair scraped against the floor signalling that he was probably leaving.

"Thank you," I said quickly, making him stop in his tracks. I'd never said that to him before. But since he saved me, it was only right that I did.

His head turned around halfway and he eyed me narrowly. "For saving me," I finished. He clicked his tongue in response and left the room, shutting the door a little louder than I expected.

Cue the breakdown.

I flopped myself back on the bed. Grabbing the pillow that supported my head, I hugged it tightly as I screamed into it.

The tears didn't stop.

I couldn't save my comrades. Why did the captain even decide to pick me in the first place if I couldn't save my own comrades?

It was getting harder to breathe with my face stuffed in the pillow and the choked up tears didn't make it any easier. I felt so pathetic. But no matter how much I tried, it wouldn't stop. The guilt and hatred just kept coming back to me.

It felt like I had been crying for hours already as my body spasmed, signalling the next fresh batch of tears approaching.

The sound of the door opening and closing again made my body freeze.

I peeped up from my pillow and regretted it instantly seeing the captain standing at the foot of my bed, holding two cups in his hands. His eyes locked with mine again.

Maybe it was me just seeing things but his eyes widened and very slowly, he made his way upto the side of my bed.

"I brought you some tea," he said stoically. "Drink it before it gets cold."

I subtly wiped my eyes against the pillow and sat myself up on the bed like as if I hadn't been crying my eyes out just a few moments ago.

Avoiding eye contact, I thanked him silently and took the cup from his hand. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his gaze lingering on my face. Feeling too self conscious, I brought the cup up to my mouth only to wince as I burned my tongue. A weird sound came from me and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Tch. Be careful idiot. I didn't ask you to drink it that fast," Levi scolded. I face palmed inwardly, brushing it off with a sheepish grin. He cocked a brow and shifted his gaze outside the window.

Silence.

I didn't mind the silence, but with him sitting right there, it felt like my nerves were dancing. If that was even possible.

Eyeing him subtly, I noticed how his gaze seemed distant, longing. And that's when I realised. I was being selfish.

I wasn't the only one who had lost my comrades.

"C-captain-"

"Levi."

I tilted my head in confusion and nodded right after catching what he had meant. "Levi. I-I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"For everything."

"Be specific." I gulped. So he wanted a full on confession. Here it goes.

"Well for being.. for being a brat." He raised his brows and turned to look at me. I shifted my gaze to the floor at once, finding it easier to speak calmly that way.

"That wasn't a joke, I promise. I was being selfish. I didn't know how much pressure I might have been putting on you by always being snarky and uncooperative. And now too.. I was considering my own feelings without thinking about how you felt. I just- didn't understand why you hate me so much."

"I don't hate you," he said abruptly. I looked at him slowly but reluctantly.

"I-" he ran a hand through his hair, releasing a frustrated sigh. "I don't hate you. I was just worried."

"Worried?" I asked.

"Worried you'd end up like this. Or by the least, end up dead."

Ouch.

"You doubted my skills.. yet you picked me to be a part of your squad. I don't get it," I mumbled.

"Idiot. It's not like that," he barked. "I recall saying I respected your skills. I really do. It's just that you can be reckless at times."

I gasped in disbelief.

"Reckless?"

"Yes. Reckless."

"How could you-" he raised a brow and eyed my position on the bed. I followed his gaze and it dawned on me. Half of my body was wrapped in bandages and my arm was in a cast.

Yeah. Reckless.

"I had no doubt in your skills, keep that in mind brat. I picked you for my squad because I knew you'd be a good addition to it and-" He paused, looking like as if he were in thought before continuing.

"It was easier to keep an eye on you this way."

I shut my eyes tightly, guilt flooding through my veins little by little.

"But I failed." My eyes shot open hearing this.

"I failed you and I failed my squad."

"Levi-"

"No y/n. There's no denying it," he said. I noticed how his voice was beginning to shake and that just made my heart ache. I had never seen him this way. "I told you that I added you to keep an eye on you and look at you now. Even worse, I failed to protect the rest of my squad."

"Levi," I said softly. "You know, if I ever end up dying out there- I'd never blame you. I'd never say you failed to protect me. But what I would want you to do, is to give our sacrifices meaning. We devoted our lives. We chose to go down this path knowing the circumstances. Knowing that someday there could be a chance we wouldn't come back home. So just know, this is not your fault and they don't blame you either. Even if it is, we must make their sacrifices worth something."

Levi stared intently at me but this time, I didn't feel like shrinking away. I wanted the man in front of me to have reason to fight, to know he wasn't to blame. And that all of this- we were facing all of this together.

He didn't say a word. I didn't expect him to either and I didn't mind it.

His gaze was everywhere and for a second when his eyes met mine, I couldn't help my urge and slowly yet hesitantly- reached out for him.

"May I?" I asked.

He tilted his head, confused by what I was asking permission for. I opened my arms slightly for him and after a short while, he shockingly leaned in slowly (not before shifting awkwardly in his seat though). Wrapping one arm around his shoulders and one hand on his nape, I pulled him into my embrace gently.

I felt his fingers trace over my clothes slightly like as if he were contemplating what to do. After a few seconds, his body completely relaxed in my arms and I felt his hands slowly snake around my waist.

"It's okay Levi," I whispered and rubbed his back in attempt to comfort him. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck. That made a soft smile crawl up my face.

This man was a fighter but he was also human. A human with feelings no matter how stoic he could be. Hanji was right.

>>Third person's pov<<

It was at that moment, that a new friendship began to blossom between the two. A spark of hope and a reason to fight in their dark world.

Okay phew.

That came out a lot more angsty than I thought it would be haha. But I hope you all enjoyed reading it and have a wonderful day/night!❤️

[vannybarber]

Prank Backfired

Summary: This idiot plays too much.

Christopher Jamal Evans x Black Reader

Warnings: cursing, weaponry, mentions of cheating, threats of christopher jamal evans' life.

Chris, the most mischievous man you know, decided to upgrade that status and play a prank on you. A stupid one might you add.

You walk through the door after a long day of work. Even though you loved what you did and it paid amazing money, it could drain the hell out of you. You set everything down and kick off your shoes in the hall, heading towards the couch and plopping down.

Chris comes through into the living room and identically plops down beside you. You slackly move over to kiss him.

"Hey bubba", you say, but before you could reach his lips, he quickly leans back with a hardened look on his face. Confused you lean back as well.

"Chris, what's wrong?" He takes a deep breath, which does not help your racing heartbeat whatsoever, and starts talking.

"I'm just gonna be straight with it. I've been seeing this girl, well sleeping with her, for a few weeks now."

If looks could kill, you'd be sentenced life without parole for murder in the first, second and third degree. But hearing his words had you feeling all types of emotions. Angry, hurt, confused, flabbergasted, scared even, just to name a few.

"It was eating me up inside and I just had to come out and say it. I couldn't hold it from you anymore." He was fiddling with his hands and not even looking at you. It was quite strange because if he had something important to tell you, he would always look you in the eye.

"Who is she? Do I know her?" Your leg is bouncing and you're cracking your knuckles trying to hold it together.

"It was that waitress from Durty Nelly's on Blackstone. When you went to the bathroom, she slipped me her number."

"That bleach blonde, trailer-park trash, cousin-fucking tramp with those ugly cut out shorts and uneven boobs?" Oh there was no way in hell he cheated on you with that. Something was up.

But then you remembered. You never went to that bathroom because ew. You were considering it and you got up only to make 2 steps before sitting back down. And that girl was 2 booths down from y'all. There was no way she 'slipped him her number'. This motherfucker was lying.

"Yep.." he bites both lips. "That's her. Look babe, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I was doing. You know I have a habit on hopping from one thing to another." The fucking nerve of this fool. He finally looks at you and he honestly deserves all his success because he's really pulling this prank off.

"Well, I don't really have anything to say to you right now. I'm just gonna get my shit and go. You cheat on me with the literal definition of vile and expect me to forgive you like that? I mean out of all the people in this world, Christopher."

Still playing into his prank, you get up and walk towards the bedroom. He follows suite, totally thinking he's the shit pulling one on you, but things were about to get interesting. You turn into the bedroom going straight for the closet.

"Listen Y/N, I don't want to lose you okay? I just can't seem to let go of her. She's addicting, if I'm being honest." You just shake your head and chuckle. If you didn't know this was a prank, he'd probably be in intensive care right now.

"Baby boy, that is fine. You don't gotta worry about me anymore."

You move around his duffle bag and your never ending boxes of shoes until you find the one box you're looking for. You pull out the Yatch Club Vans box and set it on the island in the closet.

"You know, I don't know how you could cheat on me. I mean, besides the fact that I'm literally the best person over, look at me. Look at this fine black queenyou got standing infront of you. This shape is unique and very much rare. It don't get no better than this, honey. That's a fact."

You open the box and stare at your Glock 19. Yes, you had a gun. No, he didn't know about it. But he was about to find out now. You pull it out and insert the magazine. In the process, you hear Chris very audibly gasp and you smirk to yourself.

"Y/N Y/MN Y/LN! What the hell are you doing with a gun?" He absentmindedly backs up out of fear, for you were a very unpredictable person that it was actually scary.

"At first it was just for safety. I learned how to use it and everything. But since my mans wants to go out and have an affair, don't you think we should end it with something for you to truly remember me by?" By the time you're done talking, the gun is loaded and ready to be used. Only you had it on safety, of course.

"Babe listen calm down. For real Y/N. Look okay I was just joking. It's-it's just a prank. I didn't cheat I swear!" He has his hands up like he's surrendering, but pushing you away. Probably because you have the gun pointing to him. Gosh, this was so fun.

"Yeah sure it is. You can't even lie right. Well, one of us isn't making it out alive and I'm sure it's the one without the gun." You evilly smile and move closer to him. You lowkey feel really bad because your puppy is legitimately scared out of his little mind.

"Baby please listen to me. I was just joking! I would never cheat on you. I mean look at you. Why would I want that walking Pacific Ocean when I have you? I would never hurt you like that. You gotta believe me. I promise, just put the gun down please."

You tried to hold on for a few more minutes, but he was near tears and it tugged at your soft heart. You lower the gun and take it back apart.

"That didn't feel so good did it? I knew it was a prank. I just wanted to get you back." You close the box and put it back in it's place. You turn to him with your hands on your hips.

"Y/N, that wasn't funny. Why would you do that?" He moves closer to you, now angry. But oh well.

"That feeling that you had in your chest, that anxiety and fear. That's what I was feeling when you told me you cheated. You know I have trust issues and that wasn't funny at all. I wanted you to feel the same way. Maybe I went too far, but it's a done deal now."

You brush past him and back into the room. When you get into it, he is right behind you and grabbing your arm.

"I'm honestly sorry okay. I was just messing around and I wasn't being considerate of your feelings. I didn't think it would affect you like this. I didn't mean to put you in that position." You smile at his apology, knowing he was truly sorry.

"I will admit, I went a little overboard, knowing full well it was a prank from the start. You're a smart man. You know what you got right here." You trail your hands down your body playfully and pose. He giggles and wraps his large biceps around you.

"I won't do this again. I promise." He leans down and connects your lips, finally giving you what you wanted since you stepped foot in the door. You pull back and look up at him.

"To redeem yourself, you can order me take out and grab that foot massager I just bought and get to work, peasant," you giggle out while he rubs your sides.

"Your wish is my command." He grovels at your feet.

"As it should." And with that you sashay away like that HBIC you were 💅🏾.

This scenario came up in my head this morning and I wrote all of it tonight. How great is that? Now I shall work on my Andy Barber fic 😌

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[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Eleven: Right Place

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of anxiety (sort of), exes who won’t leave you alone, family hospitalization, mentions of death

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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You swung your legs towards the seat across from you, but they were just barely too short and they fell straight back down which caused Yoongi to chuckle. He sat diagonally from you with his feet resting on the seat beside you. He wore headphones and had his laptop in front of him. You hadn't even realized he was paying attention to you. 

You held your knitting needles and your creation was nearly done. Yoongi had told you about his family dog--Holly--and you remembered seeing his picture in Yoongi's studio. You were knitting a small scarf that would tuck easily around his collar. You wished you had more time to make him something like a jacket, but Yoongi had sprung the trip on you, planning and taking on a large project like that took weeks to complete. 

The scenery on the train flew by so quickly you could hardly make it out and it made your head spin if you tried for more than a few seconds.

"You seem quiet," Yoongi said. He hadn't taken his headphones off and you laughed at the thought that he simply had them in as a habit.

"You were working. I didn't want to disturb you."

Yoongi shrugged and lowered his laptop screen and allowed his headphones to fall around his neck. "You seem nervous." His gaze lowered down to your fingers that continued knitting as you spoke and looked into his eyes. You hadn't even noticed the way your fingers continued the pattern. 

"I mean, I want to make a good impression on your family. I know we're not really together or anything, but I'm your soulmate and if they don't like me--"

"Exactly, you're my soulmate," Yoongi said. "Finding each other was less than one in a million. Almost less than one in a billion. And, don't they say that soulmates are often not just compatible with the person, but their family as well?" 

"That's been the case so far," you said, remembering reading the Wikipedia article on the handful of other soulmate couples. "But, soulmate science is new and imprecise. And, I imagine for those who are different from their families or don't have good relationships with them, that can't always be true."

"I have a feeling they will like you," Yoongi said. "You don't have to worry."

You didn't get a chance to respond as the train lurched to a stop and announced its arrival in Daegu. The doors opened and you stood up. You and Yoongi had had the train car to yourselves, so you were able to stand up and grab your suitcase immediately. 

"Are the press gonna be here?" 

"I don't know," Yoongi said. "We didn't officially announce this trip, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone is following us."

You nodded. It was becoming familiar to see camera flashes and your face used as a cover photo. The thought of growing used to it sent a shiver down your spine as you extended the handle on your suitcase.

Yoongi stood beside you and your eyes met briefly causing his lips to turn upwards in a small smile. He reached up and pulled the mask you'd forgotten was looped around your ears and hanging around your chin up over your lips and nose. 

"Just in case," he said.

---

You hadn't seen a single camera as you neared Yoongi's parent's place. You weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Just because you couldn't see the cameras, didn't mean that they weren't there. You half expected to see a picture of you and Yoongi getting off the train in Daegu pop up in your newsfeed. 

"We're here," Yoongi said. The car stopped and Yoongi was immediately out and walking around to open your door. You stepped out and gripped the handle of your suitcase, the bones of your knuckles feeling like they were about to burst through your skin. 

Yoongi walked slightly in front of you and opened the door. The first thing you heard was a high-pitched barking and before you could catch sight of Holly, the brown full-sized poodle was jumping up on you in greeting.

"You must Holly," you said, crouching down and allowing the dog to rest its front half on your lap. "I've heard a lot about you." 

"Ah, I'm right here." Yoongi's face contorted into a look of simultaneous amusement and jealousy. 

You laughed as you ruffled the dog's ears and crouched down so he could lick your chin. "Oh, you're so sweet." You reached into your purse and pulled out the scarf you finished on the train ride and carefully tied it around his neck. 

"Oh!" you heard someone exclaim from the other end of the room. "I wasn't expecting you two for another hour. Dinner isn't done yet." 

"It's fine. We have to get settled anyway." 

Yoongi's mother's eyes widened as she met yours. It was as if she had just noticed you. She stood just a few inches shorter than Yoongi and you could see they shared many features. From the slope of the nose to the way her eyes seemed to narrow in on you, the same way Yoongi's did in certain moments.

"You must be Sumi," she said. "It's so nice to finally meet you." 

She reached out and pulled you into a hug. You tensed as she wrapped her arms around you. From everything Yoongi told you about his family, they were not outwardly affectionate people and so you had expected at most a firm handshake. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just feel like you're part of the family already." She glanced over at Yoongi and back at you. "I haven't seen Yoongi this happy for a long time." 

"Oh," was all you could get out. Yoongi had told them you were trying to sever the relationship, right?

---

Yoongi met his mother's gaze. Her eyebrow slightly arched, a look Yoongi had seen many times. Holly broke the silence with a bark signaling for you to reach down and pet him again. You crouched down so your face was level with his and allowed him to lick your chin. 

Yoongi couldn't help but smile as he watched you. Your hair was ruffled from the train ride and he noticed the way your shaking hands calmed as they ran through Holly's fur. He crouched down next to you and met your eyes, a small smile simultaneously appeared on both your faces. 

"I've never seen him warm up to someone so quickly," Yoongi said, ruffling the dog's ears.

"I guess he just likes me." 

"Yeah," Yoongi said, his voice an octave quieter. "I guess he does."

Yoongi's phone buzzes in his pocket. His hand reaches for it, but he doesn't want to leave this moment. It wasn't like he was reliant on his phone, but with an upcoming album and the other members working on it in his absence, he couldn't ignore it.

Jihee's name appeared on his screen and his widened. He hadn't blocked her number purely because the texts after the break up stopped and with the whole soulmates thing, he'd honestly forgotten.

Yoongi opened the text and found a screenshot from Instagram where she'd posted a picture of herself laying on a bed with her legs straight up in the air. It wasn't the familiar slope of her calves or the arch of her back that caught his eye, but rather the black pumps she wore. 

He recognized them instantly as the ones you'd worn and abandoned the night he'd met you and the ones you'd failed to get back from Minki. Yoongi had no idea how Jihee got a hold of them, or how she even knew their significance. 

He screenshot the text and emailed it off to the legal team at BigHit. He knew the post would probably gain some attention, but he trusted it would be seen for what it was, an attempt to seek attention. 

Blocking her number, he slid the phone back into his pocket. Yoongi knew he should tell you, but watching the way you adjusted the scarf around Holly's neck, he decided he'd tell you later.

---

Yoongi was starving and watched as each dish was placed on the table. His parents had made a bit of everything and as soon as everything was set he quickly reached for braised pork and his mom's homemade kimchi. 

You grabbed a bit of everything and mixed it together with your rice. Yoongi reached out and grabbed a few more pieces of meat and set them in your bowl. 

"You didn't eat much this morning." 

Your eyes widened and Yoongi thought he caught your lips curl into an embarrassed smile.

"Sumi," Yoongi's mother said. "I'm so happy you came into Yoongi's life. We were getting a bit worried Yoongi would never find someone who made him truly happy." She glanced over at Yoongi's father. "Even in his past relationships, I never saw Yoongi like this." 

Yoongi felt the heat rush to his ears and his feet fidgeted under the table.

You--despite Yoongi seeing the way you fiddled with your chopsticks indicating your nerves--smiled. "Well, I didn't really have a choice." You laugh, which normally made Yoongi's heart jump, this time made it fall. 

While it was entirely true that you and Yoongi hadn't a choice in getting to know each other, there was a part of Yoongi that didn't want this to end. He wanted to see you play with Holly, see your hair splayed over your face in the morning, and your small smile when he gave you more meat. 

"I am happy I met Yoongi though," you said. "Even if we can't spend the rest of our lives together and this is all some weird biological thing, these past few weeks getting to know Yoongi have convinced me that we are truly soulmates. I don't think soulmates always have to be romantic or end up together, we just get each other."

The table fell silent. But, it was content and for the remainder of the meal, the only sounds heard were light conversations and the sounds of eating. Yoongi couldn't help the swelling feeling he felt in his chest. He worried he would suddenly float off the seat like a balloon if he didn't try to stifle it.

You set down your chopsticks. "Thank you for the meal. I'll clean up my things and head to bed." 

"Oh, no need to clean up. You're our guest. Yoongi, why don't you show her to your old room? I'll set you up a bed on the couch." 

"Ah, mom, we're soulmates. Is that really necessary?"

"Yes," his mom said. "Maybe the poor girl wants a break from you." 

His mom's quip made you laugh and he let out a sigh. "All right," he said. "Come on." 

---

Yoongi led you to his childhood bedroom. When he opened the door, you were met with Epik High posters and notebooks lining the shelves of his bookshelf. You smiled at how distinctly Yoongi it felt. While it obvious his room hadn't changed much from when he first left home, you could still see hints of the man Yoongi would become. From the basketball trophies to the books about music production. 

"Hey, I need to talk to you about something." 

Yoongi's demeanor changed as he closed the door. "I got a text from Jihee earlier. She somehow got ahold of your shoes and posted with them. I sent everything to the company and I'm sure they will take care of it. I just wanted to warn you in case this blows up--" 

"I trust you, Yoongi," you interrupted. "They've already said everything they could. It can't get worse than it already is and I know you'll do your best to take care of it."

You flopped down onto the bed and patted the bed beside you. Yoongi laid beside you. Your bodies were centimeters apart, but you didn't touch. 

"Your parents didn't like Jihee, did they?" 

Yoongi shook his head. "No," he said. "They tolerated her because I liked her, but they said they never pictured her as part of the family." 

"Mine never liked Minki either." You were silent for a moment. "Maybe they knew somehow." 

"Maybe," Yoongi said, his fingers brushing against yours. You turned and noticed he was still looking up at the ceiling, seemingly not noticing how his hand wandered to find yours. You wondered if it was a side effect of being soulmates. Your hands would always find each other.

The moment was severed when your phone rang. It was your mom and your stomach turned as you realized it was 5 am there. 

"Hello?" You didn't care that Yoongi was in the room anymore. In fact, something kept you clinging to his hand. 

"Sumi? You need to get here. Grandma's in the hospital and they don't think she has much time left. We're gonna leave her on life support until you get here because we know she would want you here. I don't know if it's possible without risking your own health and Grandma will understand--" 

"No, I'm coming. I'll find a way. Give me a couple days. I'll be there, okay?" Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears and after you said your goodbyes, they rushed out. You weren't cognizant, but when you opened your eyes, you were folded into Yoongi's chest. 

"Did you hear everything?" 

Yoongi nodded. "I've already called a car to take us back. We'll be back in Seoul in a few hours." 

"Yoongi, what are we going to do? You have a comeback soon. You can't just come with me to California." 

"Shh, we'll figure it out. Just get your things together, okay?" 

You nodded and got off the bed to collect your things. "Yoongi," your voice was still hoarse and barely there. "Thank you."

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Leech Lord - Beginnings and regrets

The single least Seifa thing Seifa has ever done, is probably also the most actual Seifa thing she's ever done, and that's extremely Seifa of her.

It was going against every lesson survival had beaten into her so far in her life, and helping Tyreen instead of walking away all those years ago.

(Pre CoV)

Pandora is a terrible place.

The whole Galaxy is, Pandora just has a reputation that's honest about it.

The Edens, Athenas, Promethea, Tantalus, every city on every settled planet is built on a foundation of bones, nowhere's really safe or actually wants the humans that settled uninvited and ruined the neighborhood. Can't really expect an ecosystem to welcome you with open arms when you immediately start destroying it for profit, and life ain't easy anywhere. Nowhere is good. Nowhere is nice.

You can't live for long without finding out how dangerous "caring" is.

Small family units survive, yeah, clans scrabble out a living on rock plains and migrant space-rigs, but if you hold out a hand to a stranger in need you need to know the risks, need to really understand how likely it is that there's a knife behind their back and a couple of crosshairs already trained on you.

You have to be harsh, you have to be cruel. Everyone who makes it on the border planets knows the unwritten rules.

Unless you've the backing of a town militia or a hell of a lot of weaponry, you can't afford to risk your own safety for others - and Sei has walked past more people who gasped out a desperate plea for help with one of the few breaths they had left then she could ever, ever let herself acknowledge. Fuck man, everyone has. It's one of the sad truths of living at the knifepoint everyone balances on out here at the fringe.

...It's no different really on the corporate ones, the blades waiting to land in your back are just better dressed there.

So, when Seifa went to walk away from that filthy kid in the junkyard with the busted SMG and found herself stopping as the girl pleaded for medicine, that was beyond out of character.

That was weird. That was impossible to justify, and she lost plenty of nights to trying to do so after - long ones, with tears and far too much whiskey.

It's hard to think back on, how unsettling and stomach turning that first month had been. The whole thing feels like a blur, some grease smeared memory that's mostly lost to the desperately anxious conflict that was going on in her head the entire time. She can remember specific points, but they're half images half feeling, nerves and worry all tangled together into something she hates dwelling on.

She remembers the heat mirages swirling above the desert sands as Elpis set on the horizon, driving the girl out across the salt flats as Ty panicked and urged Sei to go faster, all while she was trying to explain to herself WHY she hadn't slapped this stranger out of her buggy and throttled in the opposite direction. What had gotten into her?

She doesn't remember anything that the kid had said as she was lead by her into that dark shack, still battling with why she wasn't turning around, why she was gingerly picking through debris to reach what looked like a hastily set up camp surrounded by rusting sheet metal and pieces that used to be the hovel - but she remembers the stink of fever sweat that wrinkled her nose and that sad mound of sharp angles heaped at the center by a burnt out fire pit, and the shock of realising it was a man when Tyreen had dropped to her knees and begged through sobs for him to keep breathing.

That she had "Found someone to help."

Recalls fighting back the equal disgust she felt with herself for helping carry the nothing he weighed out of that shithole, and for the fact he was still alive in this state. Covered in filth, blood, chunks of.. something, and reeking of puke and god knows what else. How she chewed at her lip till she tasted copper as the buggy engine rattled in complaint under them, flooring it when she knew the shoddy weld job on the left axle wasn't going to take this strain and would need another couple of hundred dollars she didn't have in repairs by the time she got these pathetic kids back to her ship - and she remembers wincing hours later at her empty medical cabinet after gutting it to keep the boy alive.

Saline stock sucked dry, bactum wasted, and she was saving those health kits for when she might need them...

It was a bad decision. It was a stupid decision, and she'd spent that first night when the girl had cried herself to sleep and he'd finally stabilised, sitting on the cold floor of her quarters with her back pressed against the repurposed mag-lock door, cradling her pistol in her lap as she gnawed at her nails.

They were Sirens.

Sirens.

Moron. Stupid fucking twat, If Boss found out, he'd kill her before these two could get the chance.

Helping them had been idiot move enough, had gone against every fiber of who she'd built herself into, but she couldn't have known. Tyreen had been covered in rags, and Troy's markings too dim and caked in muck to even see before they'd gotten him cleaned up and stable.

She hadn't known. She didn't know, nothing about Sirens anyway, just that you didn't fuck with 'em in the first place. Sirens were bad news, Sirens were the bane of Pandora in the last few years and everyone knew the stories. They were monsters who could turn you inside out or roast you alive without needing to point a gun first, and now she had two in her home with no defenses bar a shitty Jacobs she knew damn well she could barely aim, and hopefully enough faux confidence to seem in control of the situation.

That first night had been the worst.

The twins slept fine, Troy out cold and Ty having cried herself unconscious shortly after his heart beat had become something possible to confuse with normal if you squinted at the scan display from the right angle, but Sei didn't close her eyes once.

Sat awake all night in the clunking, humming, rattling silence of her home as she thumbed the revolver's cylinder slowly, considering how each click marked another second she'd left them both alive instead of doing the right thing and emptying a round into each of their skulls. Pandora would take care of the bodies and she'd fix a serious mistake she was walking straight into... but the suns rose in the end, and the twins were none the wiser about how close the decision had actually been.

It didn't really get better. The fear did, that passed over the next couple of days, but not the worry, not the regret. Two more mouths to feed when she only had the funds for herself? The girl was going to have to learn how to work. The cash she'd put aside was for her junker colony, not strangers, and the boy still couldn't even stand... and how were things going to pan out even if they so far didn't seem to be quite as monstrous as she'd been told so many times in no name dive bars in settler towns?

What if she took Tyreen out on a barter run and her markings got noticed? That mad corporate fuckwad Sexy George or fuckin whatever had just been running some reward scheme for Sirens, right? Would the lowbrows she dealt with on a daily basis here comprehend that wasn't a thing anymore, or would Sei be shanked and Ty abducted within hours of setting foot in a trade dock?

And him...

What the fuck was she going to do with him.

He wouldn't talk, wouldn’t even look at her, just some massive, gangly, awkward, nervous child that ghosted around the edge of her vision and scurried out of the room like a panicked Skag pup if she made the mistake of looking directly at him.

Sick still, even if he was trying to stay in his crew cubby for less every day, the one she'd told him was his and still had not a word of thanks for yet. Shaky, delicate, and in no physical condition to be able to help around the ship yet alone have a chance of bringing in some extra dollars, even if he hadn't been missing such a huge chunk of himself. Pity wasn't going to keep him fed, and she was pissed with herself for feeling it for him in the first place.

She figured that's what had done it really... them being siblings.

That raw desperation in Tyreen's voice as she'd begged Seifa to help when she'd turned to walk away. That her brother was so sick and she didn't know what to do. Siblings gut punched her in ways she knew were a weakness out here. The twin thing? That had just cemented it really. Helping wasn't in Seifa's nature, but leaving kids to die wasn't in her bones.

Still, she'd make it work, she always did. They'd survive, and she'd come out of this in profit one way or another, that was as sure as an Athenian monk lowballing an offer.

She'd train the girl up and run some deals with her, cover the costs of helping them out with a tidy margin for herself - then she'd leave 'em with the tools to survive, a couple of hundred bucks to get started and never have to see them again.

She'd be fine. She was always fine.

That's very Seifa of her.

Asks are Open!

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 6: Friends Will Be Friends •

     Beverly dared not go to Y/n until her father had left for work. The minute he closed the door, she phoned each of the boys and told them her address and to come straight away. The second she was sure his truck had turned the corner, she rushed down the fire escape to the familiar apartment below. Beverly created a rapid series of knocks on the screen door of Y/n's apartment. Seconds later, Y/n approached the door. Beverly could make out the girl's appearance. The bags under her eyes were almost completely gone and she looked brighter than she had been in a while.

     Poor Y/n, Bev couldn't help but think. She seemed to have just begun to return to her old self, and now she was about to dump something else entirely into her lap.

     "Hey, Bev," Y/n leaned against the now open door, a crooked smile on her lips. "What's up?"

     Beverly met Y/n's eye, they were indeed brighter and well-rested, but they shifted slightly in concern. Her smirk began to fade. Bev's eyes flickered to the grated floor beneath her feet before returning to Y/n. A habit she had when she had something important, but very difficult to share with her.

     "Bev, what's wrong? What happened?"

     Without uttering a word, Beverly gestured for Y/n to follow her up the stairs. Confused, but nevertheless compliant, Y/n stepped out onto the fire escape, closing the door behind her before following Beverly up the steps.

     Y/n did not know what to expect when Beverly had taken her upstairs. Her first thought - her first fear - was that Beverly's dad had done something. That he had done something to Beverly, and now she was about to share with Y/n whatever thing the vile man must have done behind closed doors. On the way up and into Beverly's apartment, Y/n had mentally prepared herself for whatever horrible thing Bev had to share.

     But she certainly was not expecting to reach the end of the hallway only for Beverly to make a right turn. The bathroom? She looked to Beverly in confusion, her eyebrows raised.

     "I don't get it," she chuckled weakly.

     Beverly stifled an eye roll and gestured to the door.

     "Just," she shifted on her feet, watching the closed door distrustfully.

     Y/n gave her friend an odd look before something clicked in her head and she sighed stepping forward and reaching the closed door.

     "Oh, geez, Bev is it a spider or something? You know I hate them," She chuckled nervously, hand wrapped around the doorknob and she opened it, her gaze returning to the bathroom. "But you had me thinking something-"

     Y/n had lost the ability to speak when her eyes landed on the room, the words lodged in her throat. Beverly stepped forward and stood by Y/n's side. She looked from Y/n's shocked and horrified reaction back to the bathroom. The bloodied windows casting a red glow over the two young girls as they took in the ghastly sight.

     Y/n had never seen so much blood in her entire life. It covered every square inch of the bathroom, including the ceiling. It had made itself into every crevice, every nook, and every corner. Within a millisecond upon first glance, she thought it had been paint. But to her horror and great disgust, she knew it was blood. The only thing even remotely normal-looking was the inside of the tub, where someone had showered.

    "Thank fuck, you see it too." She sighed, running a hand through her shortened curls, still unused to the feeling of the new length.

    "Uh, yeah, well," Y/n was still struggling for words and for a brief moment, she figured this must be how Bill felt.

     She swallowed, finally finding her voice. "I-it's kinda hard not to, ya know?"

     She chuckled uncomfortably, and looked to Bev, trying to rid herself of her shock.

     "Okay, Bev, you know I love you, and you know I trust you, this is just something I have to ask," Beverly rolled her eyes at what came next. "But was anyone murdered here, cause honestly what the fuck else could have happened?"

     "Jesus, no, I-" Beverly looked at the bathroom, shaking her head exasperated. "I still don't know what happened, I-"

     A heavy sigh escaped Beverly and she buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. A vexatious moan was muffled in her palms, frustration and fear all bubbling back up to the top.

     Y/n watched in worry and returned her gaze to the bright red bathroom. She could feel bile climbing up her throat and her nose was scrunched up in disgust. The overwhelming stench was clogging up her senses and she could practically taste the blood on her tongue. Refusing to take another breath, she leaned on the side of the door frame for stability as she reached for the doorknob. She didn't dare cross the threshold, much too disgusted and wary of the blood that covered the tile.

     Y/n finally took a breath when the door closed. She only left it open a crack in the hopes it would air out in the slightest. She turned to Beverly, laying a hand on her friends back before guiding her back to the living room.

     "Let's step outside for a moment. I think you could use some air, I know I sure could."

     Beverly's hands fell to her side and she nodded, letting Y/n guide her out onto the fire escape. The pair sat on metal steps, and Beverly took out a hidden cigarette that had been lodged behind her ear. She retrieved the lighter she always carried in her pocket and lit the cigarette that hung from her lips.

     By the time Beverly had finished explaining the encounter she had the previous night, the cigarette was nearly out. It had grown quiet between the friends, Beverly soaking up every last breath of the addicting substance while Y/n processed everything. The silence was broken after Bev finally put out her cigarette, and Y/n's cheeks puffed out as she exhaled in thought.

     "Damn,"

      Beverly nodded, flicking the bud of the cigarette over the rails at the brick wall. Y/n, who had been leaning on her legs, her hands interlaced, turned to Beverly with a concerned glance.

     "Shit, we should really move, huh?"

     A pathetic but genuine chuckle vibrated through Beverly before silence settled back into the atmosphere. A quizzical look found its way onto Beverly's face and she looked at Y/n.

     "In all seriousness, what happened that night? You never did tell me."

     Y/n nodded, understanding her friend's curiosity. She had a feeling this was coming, and she took a deep breath, focusing her gaze on the trees in the distance. She relaxed slightly when she spotted three dots emerging from the treetops. It was a small flock of birds and she felt a sense of comfort in the tranquil scenery. It was such a small and simple sight that grounded her back to reality.

     "Well, I had just started to go back to sleep." She shook her head slightly and began gesturing her arms out of habit. "The television set was still on, so I got up to turn it off, and"

     Her furrowed brows had cemented into a frown, and absentmindedly her hand had traveled down her ankle. Her fingers were fiddling with a loose fray from the ace bandage.

     "I drifted off, and for a moment I thought you were trying to wake me up, or something. It felt like you were pulling on my leg, and..." she trailed off, shaking her head and scolding herself for allowing her nerves to return so soon. "Well, obviously it wasn't you..."

     Beverly, who had been hanging off of her every word, leaned forward. She was propping herself up on her legs much like Y/n was.

     "What was it, Y/n?" Her tone was gentle, a tone she rarely found herself using.

     Before Y/n could continue, the faint sound of several bicycle chains interrupted her. As it grew louder, they could hear a familiar boastful and cocky voice that was even louder. Richie Tozier.

     Beverly stood up, and looked to Y/n, annoyed at herself for not mentioning to Y/n she had called them.

     "I wasn't sure if you would be home or not, so I called the guys." She explained quickly.

     At that moment, Y/n recognized the familiar speedy voice and she felt the smallest flutter in her stomach. She nodded, standing to her feet and together the two girls sped down the steps just in time to meet the five boys rounding the corner.

     "You made it. I..." Beverly exhaled, looking to each of them. "I need to show you something."

     "What is it?" Ben asked.

     It was Beverly's turn to get cut off. Before she could form a coherent or vague answer, Richie jumped in.

     "More than we saw at the quarry?"

     "Fuck off, Richie."

     "Shut up, Richie!"

     Y/n and Eddie had snapped at Richie at the same time, and he scoffed.

     "What are you two, my parole officers or some shit?"

     "Might as well get used to having some" Y/n shot back.

     Richie opened his mouth to speak, but Beverly spoke up quickly. Letting the comments roll off her back.

     "My dad would kill me if he finds out, I had boys in the apartment."

     "T-t-then w-we'll leave a lookout." Bill offered. "R-Richie, s-stay here.

     "Why don't I stay?" Y/n offered, looking between the boys and to Bev. "He knows me, and that I live here. If he comes back I'll keep him distracted."

     "You sure?" Beverly asked carefully.

     She was worried about the possibility of Y/n being alone with her father. Not so much that he'd do anything, but Beverly was well aware of how Y/n felt about him. And she had a tendency to speak without thinking when it came to him. With the trouble she had biting her tongue, it was a miracle Beverly was still aloud around her and the reason why they usually stayed at her Y/n's. As much as Beverly secretly loved seeing him baffled at her best friend's remarks, she knew it only caused trouble. Beverly feared what he might do if Y/n went too far when she wasn't there.

     But again, it did make sense that if her father were to see anyone lurking around the apartment, it should be his daughter's friend, and not some teenage boy he knew didn't live there.

     "I'm sure," Y/n sighed lightly in annoyance and nodded. "And don't worry, I'll try to keep it reeled in as much as I can. And that's if he even gets back before you leave."

     Beverly nodded in thanks, relief in her eyes and her demeanor shifted to that of slight urgency. She gestured for the boys, who had been scolding Richie for his boastful remarks that he didn't have to stay. Beverly backed up slightly to the stairs, urging them to follow her. They parked their bikes and passed Y/n to follow Beverly up to the apartment. She felt a hand slap her lightly on the back in passing.

     "Thanks, toots" He winked, clicking his tongue.

     Y/n watched as Richie herded Eddie up the stairs, provoking the poor boy and Y/n sighed lightly. The group had reached Y/n's floor, and she tried ridding herself of the small flutter in her stomach that Eddie was outside her apartment. She shook her head, annoyed at the feeling and embarrassed the thought ever occurred. Y/n sighed, running her palm down her face in exasperation before she took a seat at the bottom of the steps.

     Up in the apartment, the boys followed Beverly through her apartment, and much like Y/n had, they all stopped hesitantly.

     "In there," She said quietly.

     "What is it?" Stan asked.

     Beverly, who was feeling slightly more confident that Y/n had seen it to, gestured weakly to the door. Now slightly worried that would be seeing it.

     "You'll see," she answered weakly.

     The five boys approached the door, and Eddie began mumbling nervously.

     "Are you taking us to your bathroom?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued in a shaky voice. "I just want you to know that eighty-nine percent of worst accidents in homes are caused in bathrooms and I mean that's where all the bacteria and fungi are and it's not a really sanitary place."

     "Oh, lighten up Eds. Don't tell me you're afraid of bathrooms, now are ya?"

     It was a very rare thing for Richie to regret his words, and it was even rarer for his jokes to be ill-timed. So naturally, it was a very strange feeling when Bill opened the door. Bright red light draped over the six figures, and they all gasped in silent fear. With the exception of Eddie, of course, who barely managed to speak above a whisper.

     "I knew it!" He collapsed into gags, never been more appalled in his life.

     "So you guys do see it," Bev nodded, her suspicions were confirmed. "Y/n saw it too. My dad couldn't, I thought I was crazy."

     Eddie chuckled nervously and had to turn away from the door for a breath of fresh air.

     "Well," Ben said gently. "If you're crazy, then we're all crazy,"

     Richie shifted slightly on his feet, finding his voice.

      "Jesus, I didn't know PMS was this bad," Richie winced when Eddie whacked him on the arm. "What?"

     "We c-c-can't leave it like this," Bill said finally.

     Bill stepped into the bathroom, careful not to slip. Though most of the blood had somewhat dried and was not as slippery as he was expecting. The rest followed, Beverly grabbed some cleaning supplies from under her kitchen sink. Handing out gloves for each of them, as well as rags and towels, they each got to work.

     It was Eddie, and he had stepped out onto the landing for some much needed fresh air. He was gagging, and for a moment she feared he would hurl. She retreated up the stairs, carefully keep an eye on the parking lot next door for Bev's dad as well as steer clear from the line of fire.

     Beverly focused on the mirror and the sink, Bill and Stan had worked out a system to clean the floor. Richie and Eddie - who had somehow found a mask and was still gagging - gathered trash bags and filled them with anything that was stained

     "Hey, you alright there?"

     Eddie, who had been grasping the railing, turned to Y/n, having not realized it was her that had journeyed up the steps. Collecting himself, he nodded while reaching into his fanny pack and pulling out the inhaler. He shook it several times before putting it to his lips, and Y/n kicked herself for choosing the worst possible time to speak.

     "What took you guys so long, I was worried something happened."

     Eddie's mouth was still closed and his eyes widened suddenly. He tried to gesture to his inhaler that he still had to hold his breath, but she had already connected the dots. She shook her head, laughing weakly.

     "Right. Sorry,"

     He smiled and an awkward silence hung in the air. The pair both felt a wave of relief when Eddie exhaled seconds later breaking the silence, and he capped the inhaler. He shook his head, a small shiver running down his spine.

     "Cleaning," he said so quickly Y/n almost didn't catch it.

     She had been leaning on the railing, overlooking the small plot next door, and she frowned in confusion.

     "Huh?"

     "Cleaning. We were cleaning. That's what- that's why we took so long." Eddie wasn't used to tripping over his words, and he hated it had to happen now of all places.

     Y/n nodded, mouthing a 'right' and another silence fell between them. They would never know, but at that moment each of them were screaming at themselves to say something, anything to disrupt the awkward tension. Both of their hearts had begun to flutter, painstakingly aware of the fact they were alone together and that had never happened before. But a small part of them was glad they were alone, though neither of them was confident enough to say or do anything.

     In silence, they remained, though it did not take long for it to melt into a peaceful ambiance. Y/n found herself looking at Eddie, he had become awfully squeamish like he wasn't used to sitting still for this long. She folded her lips in, trying to hide the small smile that had crept up and she quickly looked away. Eddie, who had felt a pair of eyes on him, hesitantly looked to the girl, fighting the blush on his cheeks. She was looking off in the distance and looked to be deep in thought. In reality, she had focused all her attention on one spot in the distance pretending she didn't know he was looking.

     The brief moment between the two children was not picture perfect, nor was it ideal, for either of them. But it was innocent, and it was real. Beneath all the tension and worry, was a sense of excitement. A giddiness that came with a sense of hope and mutuality that they were not alone in their feelings. And at that moment a small bond was formed between the pair that held promise for times to come.

×××

     The last remnants of the once bloody bathroom were dumped into one of the many plastic trash bags. Readjusting his rubber gloves on his wrists, Ben grabbed the large plastic bag, trying not to let it slip from his grasp. The blood that remained on his yellow gloves had not soaked in and it became an obstacle to hold the plastic bag without it slipping. He struggled to bring to carry it out into the hall and he found himself hesitating outside Beverly's open room, despite having made many trips past her open door already.

     A feeling tugged in his gut, the feeling one gets when the window of opportunity is closing. Beverly and Bill had their backs turned, currently standing over the tub, scrubbing the last of the blood from the tub. Richie and Stan could be heard bickering in the front room, and Ben didn't really know where Eddie was. He knew that no one was looking, no one would notice if he snuck an innocent peek at Beverly Marsh's room. So he did.

     He only allowed himself to pop his head in for a brief moment. He had no intention of rifling through her things, no desire to ever cross the threshold. Just a quick peek at the everyday life of Beverly Marsh and he was delightfully intrigued to see the keyboard set up on her desk. He could practically see her plucking away in the wee hours of the morning, a small concentrated frown on her face and the tip of her tongue peeking out of her lips while deep in focus. Her room was untidy, shirts, jackets and other pieces of her wardrobe spilling out of her open drawers and on the floor.

     Several books and journals were stacked in small piles in the corner of her room in an organized mess. Her bed was made and laid out across the bedding was a familiar blue dress that lay forgotten. Sprinkled across her faded lilac walls were polaroids and pictures from the photobooth at the Capitol Theater of her and Y/n, smiling and laughing. Some of them silly. And he almost missed the Derry postcard, the poem he had written for her, sitting on top of a leather journal. It filled him with glee that something he had given her was sitting on her bed with everything else she saw every day. Like his heart had the privilege of being another trinket amongst her things. And in a way, it was.

     Ben had only taken one glance around the room before pulling himself away. It was quick and he had not known what to expect, and yet every detail he managed to take in did not surprise him at all, it was all so... Beverly.

     He was surprised to see the room was unkempt and imperfect. Just like he was. It was a gentle reminder that she was just as human as he was, it made her all the more real and much to his surprise he felt himself relating to her. It was a giddy and warm feeling though it quickly evaporated when he saw Bill and Bev alone in the bathroom.

     They were no longer cleaning, they were talking. Giggling. Bill had made her laugh. She seemed as giddy as he had felt the day she signed his yearbook. She was giggly and flustered, and it was all because of Bill. Sparing himself the pain, Ben swallowed the lump forming in his throat and trudged down the hall, leaving the two with their privacy and reminding himself that she was never his.

     Beverly looked down the hall, dismissing the thought she had heard footsteps. Realistically, she knew she must still be jumpy and paranoid from her encounter. She shook it off and returned to Bill's side. He had been in the middle of finishing a thought, she realized, but she hadn't caught it. She had been thinking of the poem. While it was signed from her secret admirer, she had an inkling who it must be from. Regardless, she felt the need to clear the air.

     "It's not true, you know." She bit her lip fighting the small flutter I'm her stomach. "What they say about me."

     Beverly hated what people thought of her. And she hated talking about it almost as much. It was mortifying having to defend yourself of such things. Especially towards someone she might like. Or worse, to someone who might like her, and if they liked her, maybe it was because they heard such awful things. Thought she was easy. But if it was Bill, she thought, whoever wrote the poem wouldn't go to such trouble to write her something so beautiful and innocent.

     And she rarely thought about it, but she realized as she spoke of it out loud, Bill had been the one she had kissed all those years ago, in the play. Just a stupid play. She smiled weakly, shrugging her shoulders.

     "I was only ever kissed by one guy." A flicker of recognition flashed in Bill's eyes, and she continued. "It was a long time ago. It was a nice kiss though."

     Bill prayed he wasn't completely red. Of course, he remembered the kiss the two had shared. Of course, it didn't help that Richie brought it up every other day just to mess with him. Bill remained silent, but he nodded his head slightly.

     Beverly knew if she didn't speak now, she would never have the opportunity. And it was rare to have a moment alone with Bill, and it was especially rare Richie wasn't around to hear it and poke fun. But she had to know, and she was really starting to like him. Knowing there was no time like the present, Bev took a deep breath before reciting the words she had been replaying in her head.

     "'January embers'"

     Reluctantly she peaked at boy's reaction, expecting to see surprise or even a faint blush. But instead, his eyebrows twitched in confusion, before melting into a relaxed smile.

     "W-was that in the play?"

     She tried not to assume the worst, though it was hard to banish the creeping feeling of disappointment.

     "No, the poem."

     "Oh," Bill chuckled nervously, embarrassed not to know what she had been talking about. "Oh, I don't really know m-much p-poetry."

     Beverly felt her heart sink, and it took her a moment to recover. It had not been Bill, as she had hoped. Once again she was in the dark, and now she began to doubt the credibly of the poem itself.

     "Oh. I was just..." she shook her head, her voice blowing in an attempt not to break. "Never mind then."

     Perhaps it was all some sick joke someone played on her. How hilarious it was to make her think that she was capable of any genuine affection. Beverly cast the hideous thoughts from her mind, and a small silence fell between the two. Bill, who had sensed he had said the wrong thing nervously spoke up.

     "Um... Ju-Just so you know, I... I never believed any of those rumors. And none of us Losers do. We like hanging out with you."

     Bill was relieved to see the warm and relieved smile that stretched across her face. A smile big enough to squint her eyes ever so slightly.

     "Thanks."

     A grin of his own tugged at the end of his lips and he chuckled.

    "You shouldn't thank us too much. Hanging out with us makes you a Loser, too."

     She laughed, her shoulders moved and her head hung lazily off her shoulders mid chuckle. She looked Bill, grinning ear to ear and gave him a simple nod.

     "I can take that."

     Beverly could feel the weight of her previous sadness evaporate into the air. He might not have been the one to write the poem, but he still seemed to care for her, and he believed her, and that was enough for her in that moment.

×××

    Out on the fire escape, the unlikely duo had found themselves engrossed in a discussion about how much they had in common. Particularly, how they each found themselves as a target to the infamous Bowers gang. Every so often, Y/n would wince at the pounding of her heart when she heard a car go by. She was so encapsulated by her conversation with Eddie she worried she would miss Beverly's father.

     "I honestly think he has used every name in the book already. That is the only explanation I can think of that could possibly explain why Patrick fucking Hockstetter could come up with a name as trivial and weak as shrimp. Like, it's not even a slur, I'm like, ninety percent sure there's some type of shrimp that can like shoot these bubble bullets that are loud enough to burst a human eardrum or something like that, I do not see how that is an insult, I mean come on!"

     Y/n had thrown her head back in laughter at his odd ramblings and he could feel his insides to turn to jelly. Richie was always the one to make people ache with laughter, not him. With the exception of Richie himself, but that was banter. But with Y/n it was different, it was exciting and it gave him a blooming sense of pride in his chest. Eddie cleared his throat, a nervous tick of his, and he prayed to whatever all-knowing force in the universe that what he was about to say didn't make him sound anymore like a complete fool than he already had.

     "Ya know, we're all glad you came to the quarry with us. We had a lot of fun with you." Eddie cleared his throat once more. "I had a lot of fun with you."

     Y/n felt the swarm of butterflies in her stomach once more. She couldn't fight the smirk if she had tried. She chuckled and nudged him with her elbow.

     "I had fun hanging with you too, shrimp."

     Eddie found himself releasing a breath of laughter and shaking his head. His insides were absolutely liquid, he was sure of it and he knew if he wasn't careful his heart would burst right out of his chest. What the hell was this girl doing to him? And did he really just ramble about shrimp for two minutes? Fuck!

     Much like their match at the quarry, the pair found themselves to be quite compatible with one another. Each of them brought to the table a much-needed strength. However, this dynamic was interrupted by the screen door bursting open, hitting the wall with a sharp whack!

     The two jumped apart, unaware until that very moment that they had inched closer during their moment alone. Out of the apartment came Stan accompanied by Richie who stormed past him.

     "Where ya been Eddie Spaghetti, you sprout roots or somethin’?"

     Richie's playful demeanor fell for only the briefest of moments when he saw the pair as they were. They both blushing and shifting on their feet. Richie ignored the pang in his chest and smacked his lips throwing his arms around each of his friends. As it sometimes happened - usually, when he was most uncomfortable, like now - Richie opened his mouth and a completely different voice came out without him trying, in this instance, it was heavy southern drawl.

     "Come'awn lovebirds, times a tickin and I reckon none a y'all are achin tur answer ta the old man any time soon. Well hop to it, come'awn now, get!"

     The lovebirds in question rolled their eyes in near-perfect sync as they were ushered down the metal steps. Y/n cast a glance over her shoulder to Beverly hoping to catch her eye but she was too busy locking the apartment door behind her. The rest of the Losers were somewhere in between herself, Richie, and Eddie and Bev and Ben who held up the back. When they reached the floor below, Y/n gave a quick once over to the Losers and asked them to wait.

     Seeing Beverly lock up reminded her that she still had to so, herself. She would be in big trouble if she left the house unlocked again and she smiled weakly at her new friends before ducking inside for her key. Not unlike Ben, Eddie was faced with the temptation of a peek inside the everyday life of the girl that caught his eye. She had left the door open a crack, allowing him the option of poking his head inside though it felt wrong.

     Without his permission, his brain began accumulating several different excuses that could get him inside. Can I use your bathroom? Eddie shivered. No, no, no. Too soon. Do you have a tissue? Ech, no. That's lame, and it didn't guarantee an invite inside. Oh, I know! Can I have a small glass of water, I need to take my pills? It wasn't a lie, after all, it was getting close to his afternoon pill. But before he could work up the courage, or even finish his thought, Richie took it upon himself to waltz inside.

     Figures.

     "Richie!" Eddie hissed, cautiously entering to retrieve his obnoxious best friend. "What the fuck, man?"

     "What? She left the door open! Come on Ed's, don't you want to see your girlfriend's house? Or have you already had an exclusive tour?" Richie waggled his eyebrows with a cheeky grin.

     Eddie scoffed harshly and shook his head vigorously. "No, and you damn well know she's not my girlfriend, asshole. Come on, we weren't invited."

     Ignoring Eddie's pleas and the tug on his arm he finally got a good look around. Richie puckered his lips and a low whistle stretched out over the silence. It looked just like Beverly's apartment, only it was much less furnished and somehow it managed to look both new and old. He was shocked to see it so empty and bare. Aside from basic furnishings like the couch, small rug and lamp the place was somewhat barren. The walls were unpainted and somehow chipped, and everything was faded and was visibly touched by age. A battered and small television set sat across from the moth-eaten couch and it looked to be a couple of models older than what everyone else had.

     Eddie felt guilt burrow inside him at the sight. He had already felt guilty for stepping inside without her knowledge but now it just felt wrong. Y/n had just told him not five minutes ago about her family's financial struggles. Her shabby clothes and hand me down things were what gave her away to Bowers. And despite her ripped and frayed attire that earned her ridicule in the first place, Henry and Patrick had deemed it fitting to steal her jackets and on some occasions her shoes just for a laugh. They wouldn't even keep them, they throw them out of her reach, either in a high tree or into a nearby stream. Whichever was closest and most inconvenient.

     It only took one look around to see her home life rang true to this fact. Just about everything in here looked to be off the street or handed down - granted, most of it was. Eddie felt his stomach churn when he saw a large faded stain in the faded eggshell carpet. Upon first glance, he had thought it had been from a glass of wine or even a juice box but it was much too dark and it wasn't long before he connected the dots.

     A distant voice echoed from down the hall, followed by a thud and several grunts.

     "For fuck sake, I just saw it!" Y/n wasn't having much luck finding her key.

     Eddie's hand which had still been on Richie's arm tugged harder and he began ushering him towards the door.

     "Richie, come on!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

     "Jesus, keep your pants on, Eds"

     "Don't fucking call me that, now come on!" He grunted under his breath, trying to pull Richie out the front door, much to Richie's amusement.

     "I'm coming!" Eddie frowned when he realized the voice hadn't been Richie's.

     Much to their surprise, they saw Y/n emerge from the hallway, eyes focused on her fingers as they detangled her lanyard as she entered the living room. She was still shouting, under the impression that everyone was waiting for her outside.

     "I couldn't find my-" She flinched when she looked up and she stopped abruptly. "-key."

     A confused frown molded onto her face and her eyes flickered between Richie and Eddie. She gulped and consciously shifted on her feet so her sneakers hid the stain, knowing it would only repulse Eddie. She was still too shocked and off-put by the fact the boys where in her home, and they - specifically Eddie - seemed just as startled. The smaller boy's mouth opened and closed feverishly like a fish as he looked between her an amused Richie.

     Finally, he jabbed a finger at his best friend and shook his head defensively. "He did it. I came in here after him. To get him. Out."

     Y/n blinked a couple of times, processing the abnormality and unexpected turn of events. She stifled her instincts to be embarrassed and forced a shrug, wanting nothing more than to move on.

 are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room?" Richie asked, circling the Losers in his bike as they walked theirs. "I say, we are all moving on from 'Bev's sink went all, Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween', way too quickly!"

     "Alright, just shut up, Richie!" Eddie snapped.

     "Yeah, shut up, Richie!" Stan added, all too eagerly.

    "Oh, okay, trash the trash mouth, I get it! Look, all I'm saying is, there's got to be a better explanation cause there's no way in hell that happened. You ladies must have a gas leak or some shit, cause I'm willing to bet you good money - you heard it right toots, this thing called currency that gets ya stuff - that what we just spend a good half hour cleaning something that wasn't there."

     Y/n rolled her eyes at the side comment. Any other day she'd be offended, but she had known Richie long enough to know he made such jokes when he was uncomfortable and he had no problem with her financial struggles. But that didn't mean she appreciated the comment.

     "She didn't imagine it, Richie. Neither did we, and n-n-neither did you, and y-you know it." Bill said.

     Bill slowed to a stop, and everyone followed suit. He was lost in thought and he seemed displaced. He had everyone's full attention now and he gulped, trying to find his voice.

     "I... I saw something too."

     "You saw blood, too?" Stan asked, curiously.

     Bill looked to Stan and the rest of his friends. His hands were gripping his bike handles, nervously twisting his palms against the rubber.

     "Not blood." He took a deep and shaky breath, it was the first time since it happened he truly allowed himself to dwell on the memory. "I saw G-Georgie."

     Even Richie had quieted, and he stood still, standing over his bike and he could feel the tension in the air. He hated it. He hit his tongue for as long as he could, and Bill continued.

     "I-It seemed so real. I mean, it seemed like him but there was this…"

     "The clown." Eddie finished.

     Y/n flinched and she felt the horror settle back onto herself like it had never left. She stared at the ground, though her gaze was miles away. She fought the lump in her throat and she felt a coldness blanket her skin.

     Eddie looked around at his friends, a look of unease and discomfort. Apart from Y/n, who looked displaced and disconnected from the world. He felt another spark of guilt but it was easily drowned out in his own fears.

     "Yeah, I saw him, too."

     "Until Beverly," Y/n croaked, grabbing everyone's attention. "I thought it was just me."

     She looked up from the concrete and to each of the Losers. The look in her eyes unsettled them almost as much as the topic. She seemed cut off from reality like she wasn't all there. Like part of her was still back there, where it happened. And in a way she was.

     "That's what did this..." she gestured to her ankle and subconscious she shifted on her feet.

     The air became even thicker with tension, and everyone's stomachs dropped.

     "Holy shit," breathed Stan.

     "I saw a clown, too. At the library." Ben squeaked.

     "Can only virgin's see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?" Richie asked, breaking the tense silence.

     Before anyone could retort, a chorus of shouting brought the seven children's attention down the road.

     Eddie gulped. "Oh, shit, that's Belch Huggins' car."

    Y/n squinted, her eyes falling to a collapsed bike on the ground near the car.

     "We should probably get outta here."

     "But look someone's bike." Y/n pointed out. "They're probably tormenting some poor kid, we should help!"

     "Yeah, isn't that the homeschooled kid's bike?"

     "Yeah, that's Mike's" Eddie murmured.

     "Y/n's right, we gotta help him!" Beverly said firmly, looking to each of them.

     "We should?" Richie asked nervously.

     Y/n looked at him incredulously. "Yes!"

     Her bike dropped to the ground forgotten, and she ran in the direction of the bully's car, and Beverly soon followed. Eddie's heart dropped briefly when he saw her disappear through the ferns and he hesitantly dropped his bike, going after her.

     "Y/n!" He called.

     "Oh, for fuck's sake. Wait up, spaghetti!" Richie was close behind him, and the others followed.

     The only one to linger was Stan, who paused to park his bike rather than drop it.

×××

     "Come on!"

     Mike Hanlon fights the strength of the rubber boot pushing his head towards the unpacked meat. He had been in town for his delivery, only this time he wasn't so lucky. Bowers and his gang had cornered him and chased him off the road. He was laying on his stomach, pushing with all the strength he could muster to keep his head above the ground, but his strength waned.

     "Eat the meat!"

     "Eat it, bitch!"

     "You little fucker!"

     Mike winced when he felt his face sink into the slimy cold textures of the exposed packages of meat. The Bowers gang erupted in cheers and their laughter sounded like that of crazed hyenas.

     "Motherfucker!" Henry screamed with rage.

     "Eat shit!"

     The way they acted, it was as if Mike had murdered their entire family. They hated him with such blind disgusting passion. Not only did they not care what trauma they were inflicting upon him, but they were also excited by it.

     Of course, each of the bullies seemed to miss the lanky figure lurking in the bushes. It was a clown, It was smiling a wicked grin and It's face - particularly It's mouth - was covered with blood that was dripping from It's unhinged jaw. Any fear of the bullies above him was long gone, completely replaced by the demon in the bushes. Against his better judgment, Mike lifted his head - the boot now gone from above his neck - to get a better look. He had to be imagining it.

     But the image only got clearer. The voices of Henry Bowers, Belch Huggins, and Victor Criss were lost to him as he looked on in horror. The clown was chewing on something, Sweet Jesus, he was eating a human arm, he realized. If he wasn't nauseous at all before he was now. The clown was, in fact, chewing on the fingers of a severed arm, a child's arm by the looks of it. The clown made eye contact with Mike, a wild look in It's eye, a primitive, beastly look that no human could ever possess. The clown's smile grew and there was a glint of an almost childlike glee that only intensified Mike's fear.

     It took the severed arm out from between It's long and sharpened teeth and smiled once again in a childlike manner. As if mocking him, the clown waved the child's arm back and forth and the hand-rolled around, still connected by its joints making the child's hand wave at Mike. Mike could feel the icy grip of fear tightening in his chest and he could taste the vomit that had climbed up his throat.

     Mike's ears were ringing but through the high pitched hum, he could only just now hear the angry cries of Henry Bowers.

     "GET THE FUCK UP!"

     Mike pushed himself up, but before he could process what had happened, he lay on his back, his face bleeding and throbbing. One of the bullies, he didn't know which one, had kicked him right in the face. Mike was now struggling to keep a deranged Henry away from his face but the boy was just crazy enough to withstand or even register any signs of struggle. A deep and feral roar erupted from the deepest depths of his chest as he releases all his anger on the poor boy.

     He knew if he didn't fight back, Henry would kill him. He was just that crazy and he was damn well angry enough. Mike struggled to fend him off but he could only fight for so long. He grunted in a messy combination of fear, exhaustion, and pain when Henry managed to pin Mike's arms to the ground. One hand still pinning Mike's arm into the bed of rocks, he released the other as he retrieved the biggest rock within his reach. He held it high above Mike's head and snarled in victory knowing he had him right where he wanted. Just before he swung the rock down into Mike's skull, Henry felt pain explode in his own.

     He tumbled off Mike and into the bed of rocks, several jagged edges poking into his back and spine. Victor and Belch had jumped back in surprise and everyone looked on in surprise to see a seething [h/c] haired girl across the stream. She was dressed in her signature unkempt mismatched wardrobe that both hung off and clung to her [b/t] figure and it was visibly clear the clothes she wore were not originally hers and it was common most things didn't fit properly. She was glaring at Henry Bowers, fire in her eyes and completely repulsed at what she had found them doing.

     Six more figures emerged from the bushes, recognizable as Beverly, Stan, Eddie, Ben, Bill, and Richie. Stan looked between Y/n and Henry and smirked weakly.

     "Nice throw."

      "Thanks," Y/n said. "Felt pretty good."

     She could have sworn she heard a small voice behind her whisper. "Woah"

     Y/n saw the poor boy Henry had almost killed was struggling to cross the stream and immediately she stepped forward not caring about the risk of getting hurt by the Bowers gang. She could feel her shoes fill with water and her thin socks acted as a sponge bringing in the water to her skin. Y/n extended her hand to the boy who gladly took it and she helped him to the shore with the rest of the Losers.

     "Hey, are you okay?" She whispered, her eyes worriedly scanning the boy for any injuries.

     Mike would be lying if he had said he hadn't felt his pulse spike just the slightest at her kindness. He didn't even know this girl and she risked her life to save him, it was debt he worried he'd never be able to repay.

     "I'm okay." He cast a brief and cautious glance back at the bully before returning to her [e/c] eyes. "Thank you."

     She smiled weakly and nodded. She made sure he was back on his feet before she ushered him behind her with the rest of her friends. She knelt down and grabbed another rock out of precaution and glared at Henry. He was stumbling to his feet, eyes completely fixed on her in complete and utter shock.

     The other Losers, including their newest recruit, picked up a rock of their own.

     "Leave him alone, Henry," Beverly growled.

     Y/n didn't bother to hide the proud smirk on her face at her best friend's retaliation. She knew all too well of the horrible things he'd say about her and it was hard for her to stand up.

     Henry's eyes flickered to Bev and he zeroed in on her.

     "You Losers are trying too hard. She'll do you." Henry smirked, stepping forward. "You just gotta ask nicely, like I did."

     The Losers grimaced at Henry's perverted gesture. Stan even looked worriedly to Beverly for her reaction before looking at Henry in pure disgust and hatred. Y/n stepped forward, though she fought the urge to speak for Beverly. Instead, she traded Beverly's smaller rock for her own which was the size of her fist, giving her the opportunity to really hurt Henry is she so desired. Henry gestured to Y/n before his eyes fell back to Beverly.

     "After all, why settle for scraps when you can get the three-course meal for free?" He grinned maliciously and licked his lips.

     Beverly gripped the new rock tightly, though her newly discovered voice died in her throat. Ben was unable to restrain his anger and he roared at the boy in utter fury, while Eddie had grabbed a bigger rock as well.

     "Fuck off, Bowers!" Eddie gulped when he realized the words had come from his own mouth.

     Eddie was just as surprised as everyone else at his outburst and he fought a wince when he heard his voice echo down the stream. He felt a pair of hands on his arm, it was Richie who worriedly pulled him back out of the direct line of fire and by his side.

     Fortunately, everyone had been so distracted by Eddie they had failed to see the giant rock Ben had picked up and with every ounce of strength he could muster he chucked the rock at Henry. It grazed the top of his head and he winced, backing up into Victor and Belch.

     "What the fuck?" He murmured.

     Mike stood to his feet, still completely baffled at everything unfolding, though he didn't stop them from their sudden attack on Henry. Beverly was the next up to bat, the fist-sized rock Y/n had gifted to her had been big enough to knock Henry on his feet.

     Victor and Belch jumped at Henry's orders and they and scrambled for rocks of their own.

     Eddie jumped out of Richie's grip to the edge of the water to grab another rock. Y/n launched another over her shoulder and she smirked when it hit Henry in the crotch.

     "Sure you don't want some scraps, asshole?" She roared, chucking another rock at his face.

     It wasn't long before Richie's voice echoed down across the barrens as he released a battle cry of his own.

     "ROCK WAR-!" Richie was struck across the forehead before he could finish and he was knocked down.

     The barrens came alive at that moment and every ounce of hatred and loathing - from both sides - was released in a fiery passion of rage with every rock that was thrown.

     "Fuck you, motherfuckers!" Richie cried.

     "Get 'em, you fuckers!" Henry roared, scrambling to his feet and grabbing rocks of his own.

     Like all the Losers, Eddie was lost in the adrenaline of the moment and had it not been for Y/n's keen eye, he would have taken a blow to the head. He felt a shove on his shoulder and he nearly lost his balance on the unstable terrain, and he gasped when he saw the giant rock fly past his head. He nodded at her in thanks.

     Y/n had gotten quite a few strikes in before she yelped in pain. Taken aback by the cut of the shockingly jagged edge that had hooked into her skin. She hissed in pain, a hand covering the wound trying to stop the blood from pouring out. Y/n glared at Belch as she shook it off, grabbing more ammo. This did not go unnoticed by Eddie and he jumped into the creek, water splashing his ankles and soaking his feet but he didn't care. He stalked forward in the water getting as close as possible as he put all his anger into his throw.

     Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as she and Eddie chucked their ammunition at the perpetrator.

     Belch had been red in the face and spit was flying from his mouth as he glared daggers at Y/n.

     "Fuck you, bitch!"

     Much like Richie, his timing was unfortunate for him, as Y/n and Eddie's two large rocks struck him in the head and nose just as the words had left his mouth.

     "Get the fuck outta here!" Richie exclaimed.

     "Ah, shit!" Victor hissed as he was thrown to the ground from one of Ben's rocks.

     Henry was now back on the ground, having been hit in the head a second time, from one of Mike's rocks.

     In a mere matter of moments, the Losers had brought the Bowers gang to its knees, cowering in fear. Victor and Belch quickly retreated, leaving Henry whimpering in fear, hands covering his face and he was shaking like a leaf.

     The Losers had never seen the boy so afraid and they glared at him in hatred, each of them panting heavily. When he was sure the rocks had stopped, Henry risked a glance from behind his hands. They fell on Y/n who stalked forward next to Eddie, streaks of red running down her arm. She stood only feet away from him and looked down at him as if he was something she dragged in on her shoe.

     He looked up at her, not knowing what to expect. She cast one more angered glance before her head jerked in a swift movement, and spit flew from her mouth landing before him. He flinched at her sudden movement, still on edge from his attack and he slowly climbed to his feet. The Losers cast him one more glance before filing back into the brush one by one, grabbing Eddie's hand and ushering him out.

     Richie was the only one to remain, and he gave in to one last surge of anger. He looked to the defeated figure of Henry Bowers and said the words he had always ached to say.

     "Go blow your dad, you mullet-wearing asshole!"

    Richie gave into the satisfaction and gave Henry the double bird, before disappearing in the ferns after his friends.

×××

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