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lottesreads · 7 months

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Why Me? - Part 9

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, talk about sex, mentions of abuse, pining, forbidden relationship, jealousy, self-doubt, Hangman being a menace, talk of death, mentions of exes

Word Count: 9k (It's worth it, I promise)

Summary: After a chat with your dad, you're feeling a little better about your family situation. You still get the feeling you're being watched and try your hardest to be on your best behavior. And the time finally comes for Bob to meet Emily.

A/N: I wrote the last bit to this part MONTHS ago and I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all. Again, love the likes, comments and reblogs make me cry happy tears and I love you all!

Also, special shoutout to Tonya Harding anon, whose reaction I am always excited to see when I post. Anyway, enjoy!!

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Bob was an idiot. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he drove home to Sylvia. Of course you would want him to go out on a date, or whatever this was. You are his friend, and friends want each other to be happy. Except, Bob knows he won’t be happy with Rachel’s friend, whatever her name was. Even as he unlocks his front door and is greeted with Sylvia running toward him, he still can’t help but feel a little sad over the thought of you. You’ve been on his mind every day since he first laid eyes on you, and he knew even then you were too good for him. There was a moment today, as he held your hand he felt the courage to say something. He wasn’t sure exactly what he would have said, but you make him feel scared and brave all at the same time. It’s hard to explain, but who would he have to explain it to anyway?

Even as he’s brushing his teeth, his thoughts wander as they usually do to you. The way your eyes light up when you give him a real smile. Not the fake ones you’ve been sporting lately. The way you were so gentle with him, and every time your hands found each others it felt so natural. So right.

Clad in just his boxers, Bob slips beneath the sheets of his bed as he sets his glasses on his nightstand. And even though he knows it’s a hard habit to break, when Sylvia jumps up to join him he doesn’t push her away. He welcomes the comfort, patting the spot next to him as she circles once, plopping down against his side once she’s sure she’s found the right spot.

The warmth takes his mind back to the night he spent in your bed. How even in your drunken state your hand was able to find his heart so easily. You didn’t need a hand to do that, though. Somehow through all of his attempts to avoid having to look at you longer than he had to, you had already found it. He could tell the minute his heart started pounding out of his chest the first time he saw you that you would get there easier than anyone else had, or probably ever will.

His eyes grow tired, and as he turns his head he can almost make out the shape of your face, your eyes reappearing underneath your lashes. A soft smile creeping from your plush lips as you stare back. Bob is quite sure he’s dreaming now as the lingering floral scent of your shampoo clouds his senses. As much as he wishes it was, it doesn’t feel real as he kisses your forehead. He can’t move, he knows if he takes any more liberties in this dream it will slip out of his fingers just like they all have before. If Bob can be with you in any way he knows it will only be in his dreams. And as much as it hurts to wake up and realize it’s not real, and there’s no way you would want him, he still allows himself to relish the moments where his brain tricks him into thinking you do. He’ll take the hurt of waking up as reality crushes his spirit just for the chance to know you in his sleep.

And now his mind remembers what it feels like to have your hands caress his face, cradle his jaw, and trace over his lips. The rushed way your lips met his cheek. Closing his eyes he can pause the memory, smell your perfume, know the way your kiss felt against his face. Your touch will fuel his dreams for years to come. He knows this to be the heartwrenching truth as the thought of you brings him to a deep sleep.

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The drive is silent, and yet you still take the long way home. The day is finally catching up to you as you park your car in the driveway, opting to just sit in the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel. It’s still the same shitty little car you bought when you were 17, the heater doesn’t work, but you figured you don’t need it in San Diego. And the battery’s a little finicky, but you just keep telling yourself you’ll get a new one when you have the time. Whenever you’re not falling for people you can’t have or punching your brother- teammate. You swiftly correct yourself. If he wants a relationship that’s the only one he’s going to get from you.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been sitting in your car, contemplating your existence before you’re walking to the front door, head held low. Your brain is on autopilot, the rest of your body following. The light in the kitchen doesn’t even phase you as you lock the front door behind you, running a hand down your face as you lean against the door.

“I was wondering when you’d get home”, your head shoots up in the direction of your father’s voice coming from the kitchen table, startling you.

“Jesus christ”, you let out.

“I got back to the bar and they all told me you already left, so how did I beat you here?” Folding his arms across his chest, he raises a brow for you to answer.

“I just needed to clear my head, go for a drive.” You shrug. He hums in acknowledgement, holding your gaze, as if waiting for you to go on. His eyes fall to your hand as you rub at your forehead. “Well, I think I’m just gonna go to bed-”

“Were you going to tell me what happened to your hand?” A shaky breath leaves your body as you look down to the fading bruise, it’s a wonder he was able to see it at all anymore.

“You never asked.”

“I never noticed.” He counters.

“And whose fault is that?” You bite back. He’s at a visible loss for words as you move to the stairs, taking a few steps toward your room, “Like I told Penny, I slammed it in my car door.”

“Oh c’mon”, the slightly raised level of his voice stops you in your tracks, “Cut the crap kid. Tell me the truth.” You turn to face him as he stands, just so tired with the day and the same old bullshit you’ve been trying to swim through.

“Seems like you already know the truth, so why does it matter if I tell you?”

“Because you keep lying to me!” You know he’s not just talking about covering up what Rooster said. There’s a deep frustration within his words that goes back to when you were a kid. Lying about how you got those bruises around your wrists, even the lie you kept up for four years while you attended the academy.

“Dad, please, I really don’t feel like talking right now-“

“No. You keep avoiding me, and we’re having a conversation. Now.” It’s your turn to beg as your lip begins to wobble.

“I’ve already had a rough day and I just want to go to sleep, please dad.”

“What’s wrong?”, he asks with a much gentler tone.

“It’s nothing”, you respond, fiddling with your thumb instead of staring back at him. Sighing, he shakes his head at the ground.

“Please. Just tell me the truth. Talk to me bug.” The nickname falls softly from his lips, even if it is hard for him to say. Truth be told, he couldn’t bring himself to call you that after Carole died, he didn’t want to encroach on the Bradshaw’s nickname for you. He knows you’ve worked hard to become the independent woman that you are today, but right now all he can see is his little girl standing at the top of the stairs. It brings back memories of you as a kid, blanket in hand, waking up from a scary dream. In those instances you’d wipe at your tear-stained cheeks and tired eyes, clinging to your dad. Your eyes look tired now, just not due to lack of sleep anymore.

“There’s just a lot going on right now”, you mutter.

“You don’t have to tell me everything… I just want to make sure you’re ok, kid.” You nod at his words. There is a lot going on in your mind right now. The most recent thing involves something or rather someone you would never in a million years tell your dad about, so your mind wanders back to the root of how you got here. Why you’ve been feeling inadequate in comparison to the person who turned his back on you, not even giving you the decency to watch as he left you to drown.

“What do I have to do for you to see me the same way you do Bradley?” Your father’s shoulders visibly slump as he blinks up at you.

“It’s like he can do no wrong in your eyes. And I kind of get it. I mean he’s the product of two people you loved very much, and I… I was an accident”, Damn it. You are so sick of crying, but you try to swallow the frog in your throat to delay it anyway you can, “A regret you’re forced to live with every single day.” You’re picking at your nails again, heart beating so loud in your ears you don’t hear your dad get closer until his arms are wrapped around you. The two of you sink to take a seat on the stairs you were all too eager to run up only a minute ago. The second his arms reach around your shoulders, the tears start falling from your lash line, and you try your best to muffle your sniffling through his jacket.

“Hey, who told you that?” he gently asks, running his hand over your head in an attempt to soothe you.

“Who do you think?”, you mumble back, defeated. He sighs as he sets both hands gently on your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him.

“How could I regret you when you are the one thing that I am most proud of in my life? Huh? Screw every title and trophy, being called your dad is the greatest achievement I will ever receive.” His green eyes don’t tear away from your own, driving the sincerity of his words right through your heart.

“Do you understand that?” Nodding, you move to rest your head on his shoulder while he rubs your arm.

“And about Bradley… There’s a lot that boy has and will do wrong. I was just surprised that after- hell, sixteen years he wanted a relationship with me again. I didn’t see that I was hurting you, and sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

“I thought you died, you know”, you whisper. “I thought you both did.” He holds you tighter at your remark. The harrowing moments on the Uranium mission when you had to sit in your F-18, listening to your teammates scream that your dad, and then Rooster of all people had gone down haunt your memories. Take up space that could otherwise be filled with anything else. “I was ready to forgive him. Almost losing the two of you for good made me realize I missed him more than I hated him. And now-”, you take in a deep breath, your dad going back to rubbing up and down your arm.

“You know, Goose was my brother. Blood be damned. I miss him and Carole every single day. I see them both in Bradley, but this anger- I know that comes from years of hatred and resentment he harbored towards me. I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire of all of that.”

“He did apologize to me. Multiple times. I just don’t know if this is something that I can forgive him for.” Your dad hums and gives you a nod, moving to stroke your head again.

“You don’t have to decide that right now. I think it’s up to him to show you if he really means it, and in the meantime you can let your old man try to knock some sense into him.” You huff out a small laugh through your nose.

“Has he said anything to you?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, we had a little talk on Sunday.” Furrowing your brows, you move your head to look back at his face.

“What did you say?” “Nothing that he didn’t need to hear. Someone had to remind him that’s not how you treat people, let alone your family.” You inwardly cringe at his use of the word. You know Rooster doesn’t have many blood-relatives left. A couple cousins on his mom’s side, but they’re all older and already have families of their own. You guess, in a sense, you are the only family he has left.

“I already punched him”, you mutter. Sighing once more, he turns and places a kiss to the very top of your head.

“I know you did, kid. Thanks for telling me.” You sit on the stairs a little longer, the relief of talking to him lifting a weight off of your chest. Until he speaks up again.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to lie to me anymore, ok?”, you nod against his shoulder. “Is there anything else bothering you?” And even though you just practically told him you would tell him the truth, this is one thing you know you cannot and will not divulge to him.

“No.”

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You’re a little nervous for work the next day. There’s not a doubt in your mind that you did the right thing by telling Bob to go on that date or whatever it is, and you’ll stick by that decision. But now you have people watching you. Rooster, even as you walk into the ready-room while Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy suit up to take to the skies, is already watching as you move to take a seat on the couch, noticeably across from Bob instead of next to him and Phoenix.

Bob looks up almost immediately as you sit, and sends a small smile your way. You do the same to him and it almost feels like before. Just pleasantries, even if you are excited to see him. God, Rooster was going to ruin your life. You’re pointedly avoiding his gaze even though you know he’s still watching. This is ok, though. You’re just going to follow Cyclone’s advice and do your job. That’s what you’re here to do.

Once the first group is done with their exercises, it’s your turn to head out along with Rooster. Your dad was adamant he was not the one who set up the pairs this time, and you immediately know this was a direct order from Cyclone. A test.

The object is to use the evasive maneuvers you’ve been practicing to avoid one Pete “Maverick” Mitchell from shooting you down. You’re walking to your jet when a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Mantis!”, Rooster calls out. You turn, holding your head high as he catches up to you. “We got this, right?” You eye his helmet as he holds it out to you. And as if the action summoned the beast himself, over Rooster’s shoulder you notice Cyclone standing in the hangar, shoulders squared as he watches the two of you get ready for takeoff. Looking back to Rooster, you knock your helmet into his.

“Right.” He nods once, trying to hide his surprise at your willingness.

Waiting in the air for your dad to make an appearance is like waiting in the eye of a storm. You know it’s coming, you just have to wait for it to pass over before all hell breaks loose.

“You see him yet?”, you ask, breaking the silence that has since formed after taking off.

“Not yet, but keep your eyes peeled, he likes to sneak up from below.” If there’s anything you know about your father, it’s that he doesn’t like to use the same tricks twice. Which is why when you look up, you’re not at all surprised at Maverick’s jet flying just above the two of you, nose diving the slightest bit as if he thinks he can catch you off guard.

“Bogie’s right above us, coming in hot, break right Rooster.” He does as you say while you break left, and your dad is left scrambling as his attempt to dive between the two of you is foiled. The two of you successfully evade Maverick for the time being, but when you’re left right next to each other and Maverick’s coming back around, you know he has to choose one of you to “shoot down”, and you know he won’t be choosing you.

“He’s coming back around Mantis”, Rooster warns. You eye his jet coming up from behind this time.

“He’s gonna go after you. When I tell you to, break left.” You watch his speed steadily increase as he gets closer and closer to the two of you, your hand twitching on the yoke of your jet. “Now Rooster!” He does as you say, and just like you planned it, Maverick follows him. Their jets fall as they get closer to the Hard Deck, and you watch Rooster start to climb back up.

“I’m leading him to you Mantis, heads up!” You follow their jets from above, waiting for Rooster to lead Maverick into your trap, and before you know it, they’re both in front of you, the shrill sound of catching tone on your dad ringing in both of your cockpits.

“Tone!”, you exclaim, “You’re out Mav.” You can’t help the smile that forms on your face, even as you make your way out of the cockpit. Once you land, Rooster is waiting for you with the same look on his face.

“Now that's what I’m talking about, Mantis!”, he offers his hand in high five as the two of you walk off the tarmac, and as the adrenaline from beating your father makes its way through your veins, you take him up on the offer, slapping your hand against his.

The rest of the team in the ready-room starts clapping as the two of you walk back in. As if defeating Maverick was one of the hardest things you’d have to do. You laugh as you tap your fist against Coyote’s, the others patting you and Rooster on the back. Bob’s standing at the couch, still clapping for you as he gives you a wider smile, a seemingly proud look in his eye, like he had no doubt you could do it. You smile right back, getting the feeling he had the confidence you could the entire time.

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When lunch rolls around the adrenaline has since worn off, leaving you a little tired. You drag yourself into the mess-hall and spot Bob at your usual table in the crowd. You hate that your head perks up at the sight, and even if you were stuck a moment ago, your feet move in his direction. You greet him with a smile, and your heart melts as he moves his lunch bag off of the seat he saved just for you. Taking a breath of relief at the routine, you take a seat. A weight is lifted off of your shoulders, Bob is a friend, a great one at that, and you don’t want to do anything to risk that. Even if you long for more, and you get butterflies every time his hand touches yours, or he gives you that same crooked smile, you just want to be around him.

“Hey, nice job today”, he says as he starts to unpack his lunch.

“Thank you. Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t ask this morning, but how’s your nose?” He makes a move to touch the bridge of his nose, feeling for any sort of tenderness.

“Oh, it’s fine. I think bein’ out in the sun all day just dried me out. Made it look worse than it actually was.”

“Well hopefully we won’t need to have another mandated beach day. And maybe next time you’ll drink more water”, you comment, raising your brow at him.

“Ok”, he laughs, “I was a little distracted, next time I’ll make sure I’m chuggin’ water.” You furrow your brow with a smile as he digs into his lunch.

“What got you so distracted you forgot to drink water?” He swallows the bit of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich he just took a bite of, trying and failing to avoid your gaze.

“Oh, um-” The sound of Phoenix pulling out a chair at the table saves him from answering, as you look back to your friend. She offers you a high five and you’re quick to take it from her.

“Helluva job today, Mantis”, she says with a smirk.

“Thanks, what can I say? I am too good”, you joke as she rolls her eyes, Bob chuckling next to you.

“If you keep quoting that Texas Ken doll, you are not coming to my house on Saturday.” She says as she points her fork in your direction. Putting your hands up in a mock surrender, she switches the subject.

“Speaking of… Bob”, his head perks up, “Rachel’s excited for you to meet Emily.” Your eyes slowly flit to Bob, gauging his reaction. He swallows again before responding, if you thought any better you’d think he was nervous.

“What have you told Emily about me?”

“Just that you’re a really good friend, cute, and sweet. You know, the basics.” He lets out a light scoff.

“Yeah, well, don’t get her hopes up, too much.” At his words you lightly tap his shoulder with the back of your hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you ask.

“C’mon”, he looks to you and back to Phoenix, “You tell a girl you’re settin’ her up with one of your Navy buddies and she’ll expect someone like that Texas Ken doll. Not… me.”

“Bob”, you start, almost placing a hand atop his, but ultimately deciding to land on his shoulder, “I’ve met a ton of meatheads during my time in the Navy, but you are a breath of fresh air in an otherwise tainted climate. You hear me?” His eyelashes flutter as he blinks at you. Taking a deep breath in his eyes land back on Phoenix who gives him an encouraging smile.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Phoenix’s phone starts ringing, and she smiles wider as she takes it out of her pocket, “It’s Rachel, I’ll be right back.” You go back to your food as Bob does his, or at least you try to. It’s so stupid. He’s not even yours and the thought of him seeing another woman makes your stomach ache.

“Do you really think this is a good idea?”, his ocean eyes are riddled with worry as you look back at him.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”, you ask, your voice a little softer. He simply shrugs, staring back at his large hands.

“Setups like this usually don’t work out for me… They’re always expecting someone I’m not.” Your heart falls at the dejectedness in his voice. You can tell he’s had his heart broken many times after Mandy Harrison, and he doesn’t expect it to stop happening.

“Bob-”, you quickly stop yourself before calling him Bobby, “That just means those people weren’t right for you. And so what? You’ve taken chances before, that just means you’re open to the possibilities.”

“What possibilities? Feelin’ like a fool again?”

“The possibility of finding happiness in another person.” He stops arguing for a second, and again, it’s just the two of you. The table vacated except for you and Bob, your heart pounding in your head, taking over your every thought. “I don’t think wanting to be happy makes you a fool. It makes you human. And if taking this chance means you and another person end up happy, why not risk it? Who is it hurting?” You resist the urge to answer your own question. You. It’s hurting you.

“Nobody. I guess”, he responds, almost under his breath. It makes you want to double over in pain, but you resist and give him a small smile, eyeing the freckle just below his hairline as he focuses back on his lunch. He doesn’t actually eat any of it, just keeps picking up the same carrot and putting it back down until Phoenix comes back.

“Ok, well. We’re figuring out food so I need an official headcount. I know the two of you are coming, but are you still sure you want me to invite Rooster?” You’re snapped back to reality, finding Rooster across the room, eating alone again. The team still hasn’t let him back in quite yet, and while you’re thankful for the comradery, he is still a part of the squadron.

“Yeah, it’s fine”, you nod as she eyes you warily.

“Ok, I can’t promise it won’t be awkward…”, she warns.

“It’s always going to be awkward. Might as well face it head on.”

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You’ve been to Phoenix’s cozy bungalow a few times since being reassigned, and even though the two of you have grown a lot since bunking together at the Academy, she was still the same messy roommate you knew and loved her to be. Which is why when you show up a little early to help her set stuff up on Saturday evening, you’re surprised to see it’s already tidied up, no real additional cleaning required.

“Wow”, you remark as you step foot in the kitchen, “Are you sure I’m at the right address? This is too clean to be your place.” Stopping her motions as she chops up some fruit, she fixes you with a fake glare.

“Oh haha. You here to crack jokes or help me out?” You move to step around the counter, but a screech from behind you stops you in your path.

“Mantis!” Rachel squeals, reaching to give you a hug, “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“I’m so happy to be here!”, you respond in the same cadence, still a little surprised at her excitement.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I can’t wait to meet everyone else!”, she practically bounces on her feet, ginger locks swaying with her. You turn back to help Phoenix, clocking the lovestruck look on her face as she stares at her girlfriend.

“Who else have you met?”, you ask, starting to chop up fruit alongside Phoenix.

“Oh let’s see, you and Bob of course, we ran into Payback and his family at the beach, and then Rooster. But Nat tells me we’re mad at him right now?”, she cocks her head to the side, checking with her girlfriend if that’s still the case. Natasha nods, plating her already sliced strawberries.

“That’s right, but tonight we’re offering him an opportunity to redeem himself”, she responds, looking back at you. A knock comes from the door and Rachel excuses herself to answer it, leaving you and Phoenix in the kitchen. “You sure you’re gonna be alright with him here?” The voice in the back of your head tells you it’s not being around him you’re worried about, it’s being around-

“Bob!”, Rachel exclaims, “I’m so happy you’re here!” Your head shoots up to the entrance of the kitchen as Bob follows Rachel in. Your eyes are drawn to his clean-shaven face, then down to the strain of his forearm beneath the rolled up flannel he dons. A case of Dr. Pepper is clutched in his hands as he greets you and Phoenix, moving to place it in the fridge.

“You really didn’t have to bring anything”, she complains.

“I know, but mama told me to never show up to a party empty-handed.” Catching each other’s eyes, you give him a smile and turn back to your task at hand.

Before long, people are showing up, and Bob is whisked off to help rearrange some furniture to create more room for the influx of people. You’re talking to Payback, Fanboy and Bob just off to the side, when Rooster enters through the front door, a 12-pack of beer in hand that he hands off to Rachel as she greets him, noticeably without a hug. You watch as Phoenix approaches him, hands on her hips as he nods at what she’s telling him. From the way he’s attentively listening to her, you can tell she’s giving him a rundown of what she expects from him. You can make out the last of their conversation as her lips move, asking if he “got that?” He only nods in response, and you quietly smirk to yourself.

You’re talking to Fanboy now, Bob still hanging just to the right of you with Payback when you hear that same squeal from Rachel, only this time your stomach drops as she greets her friend.

“Emily!”, your eyes turn and find a stunning blonde woman hugging Rachel. You can’t help but gaze at her figure, her beautiful face and feel a little jealous. Turning back to Fanboy, you catch Bob looking your way through the corner of your eye, figuring he’s trying to get a look at Emily but you’re in the way.

“Bob!”, Phoenix calls out. You turn to find her dragging Emily over to your small group in the corner of the living room. He sets his can of Dr. Pepper on a coaster, before wiping the condensation off on his jeans. “This is Emily, Emily, this is Bob.”

“Nice to meet ya’”, he says, offering a handshake which she takes. You watch his hand engulf hers and have to tear your eyes away. It’s so stupid, but that’s the same hand that has wiped your tears away, gently comforted you, and you don’t want to be, but you’re jealous that it isn’t your hand he’s holding right now. She moves on, introducing her to the rest of the group, and you give her a polite smile and your name.

“Or you can call me Mantis”, you offer.

“Nice to meet you all”, she gives with a gorgeous smile. “Wait, Bob, what’s your call-sign?”

“Oh, it’s just Bob”, he responds with a nervous look on his face.

“Oh”, she laughs. You furrow your brows, glancing at Bob whose face is now red with embarrassment. You’re about to speak up for him, but Emily is already calling out for someone before you’re able to. “Rooster!” All of your heads turn as Rooster makes his way over, Emily immediately jumping to give him a hug.

“Wait”, you turn to Phoenix, “Do those two know each other?”

“Kind of, they met when I introduced Rooster to Rachel. It was actually his idea to set her up with Bob.” And then she takes a swig of her drink like she didn’t just drop a bomb on you. Your gaze hardens as you slowly turn back and see Emily running her hand down Rooster’s arm. That sneaky bastard had a master plan this entire time. His hazel eyes make contact with your own as you squint. He swallows and turns back to Emily who is still trying to hold his attention.

Once everyone arrives and settles in with a drink or two, a most wonderful idea to play “Never Have I Ever” is suggested by Hangman. Who has decided he’s the ringmaster of the entire party now. A few tame questions are asked, drinks are drunk, and then he has to open his stupid mouth, “Ok, never have I ever played spin the bottle.” You look around the room, leaving your drink in your hands, as pretty much everyone else takes a swig. Including Bob, who looks quite uninterested in his “date” talking Rooster’s ear off on the other side of her.

“Whoa, whoa whoa”, Hangman directs towards you, “You’re telling me you’ve never played spin the bottle?”

“Nope, but I’m not at all surprised you have.” You bite back, almost taking a swig of your drink before remembering the point of the game. Choosing to pick at the label instead.

“Alright, new game idea!” Hangman announces.

“We are NOT playing spin the bottle, this isn’t a 14-year old’s birthday party.”

“Fine then, who’s up for truth or dare?” He asks the room, eyes never leaving yours. You squint at him, suspicious of his intentions like always, as everyone else agrees to his plot. “I’ll go first”, he so graciously offers, “Mantis, truth or dare?”

“Truth”, you immediately respond, not giving him the chance to dare you what you think he’ll try to.

“You’re no fun”, he says rolling his eyes, “Fine, when was the last time you got laid?” He so casually asks as you just about spit out your drink, shock overtaking your features.

“Jesus Christ” You hear Rooster from next to Emily.

“That’s a little hard-hitting right out the gate, don’t you think?” Fanboy pipes up from across the room, still a hint of intrigue in his voice.

“It’s all part of the game, Mick. Besides, we’re adults, we’ve all had sex before. Right Mantis?” He asks, turning to you with his head tilted, as if trying to goad a response out of you. Scoffing, you glance across the room, taking note of everyone paying attention to what you have to say. Except for Rooster, who is really trying not to focus on the game right now.

“If you’re trying to insinuate something I suggest you come out and say it”, you respond, squaring your shoulders, daring him as he shrugs in your direction.

“All I’m saying is that since I’ve known you-

“A couple months” You interrupt.

“3, almost 4 months” he quickly adds, ”In that time I haven’t seen you leave the Hard Deck with anybody except good ‘ole baby on board over here. And we all know that ain’t gonna happen.” Hangman’s thumb hooks in Bob’s direction where you notice he’s begun to trace the rim on his can of soda, not giving Emily his attention while she attempts to whisper something in Rooster’s ear. You turn back to Hangman’s smug grin as he takes a swig of his own beer.

“Fine”, you relent, “You really wanna know?” His brows raise a single time, daring you to go on.

“I’m all ears”, he says, showcasing his stark white teeth as he leans back in his seat. And even though you know it’s not just Hangman listening, you’re not about to back down from a challenge. Even if it will absolutely embarass you in front of your team.

“It’s been a couple years”, You offer, immediately taking a drink so as to not meet anyone’s eyes.

“How long is a couple?” You clench your teeth, rolling your eyes until you’re staring at Hangman again.

“Five”, you mutter through your teeth, hoping he’s the only one who will hear you.

“Come again?” “It’s been 5 years” you finally confess loud enough for everyone to hear. Common looks of wide eyes and quiet whispers are shared as Phoenix gives you a knowing look. One that says, “I know exactly who the last person you slept with was.” You fix her with a stern gaze, deterring her from saying anything to you on the matter.

“Oh I heard you the first time, I was asking when you were gonna come again.” Phoenix throws a pillow at him from across the room as he laughs at his own joke.

“Alright, I need another drink” you huff out as you get up and walk into the kitchen. You can still hear the cacophony that is the dagger squad from behind the wall, but continue to look for something else to drink. Maybe something a little stronger that will help you get through the night.

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Bob excuses himself from Emily, not even checking back to see if she heard him as he leaves the game in hopes of catching you in the kitchen. He finds you with your back toward him, fridge door open as you examine what it has to offer. He sidles up next to you, mirroring your stance of leaning on the counter behind the two of you. You have yet to say anything as he reaches into his front pocket, procuring a penny, and sliding it across the counter to your resting hand.

You smile slightly at the sound of the coin across the counter top, and finally at the feel of Bob nudging it underneath your fingertips. You sigh and look back to the fridge, Bob thinks you’re going to let it slide until you respond.

“It’s kind of embarrassing. To admit that I haven’t.. Been with anyone in a while. It’s just that I- I haven’t met anyone since that I’ve trusted enough to- do that with, I guess.”

“Why would that be embarrassing?”, he broaches the subject even as his face begins to flush a shade of pink. You huff a breath out through your nose as you begin to fiddle with the penny, smoothing the now warm object in between your fingers.

“I don’t know, I just thought by the time I reached this age I would have actually been in a meaningful relationship. Or at least had more experience to tell for it”, you hide the last sentence under a small laugh as Bob looks down at his feet. To be honest, Bob is kind of surprised you haven’t been in a relationship in that long. You are absolutely beautiful, funny, and smart, and anybody would be lucky to have you. But he isn’t about to add fuel to the fire that is your own insecurities by questioning something you’ve probably been wondering for a while.

“And it’s the same everywhere I get stationed. Just egotistical men who only want the bragging rights of fucking a captain’s daughter. Like that’s all I am to them. Not an aviator, not an officer, not a person… Just something they can use to show off as an achievement.”

There’s still noise coming from the other room, but it’s quiet between the two of you. Just the hum of the refrigerator as Bob tries to gather the words from being angry at these so-called men, or apologetic to the fact that you feel embarrassed about something you have no right to be embarrassed about.

“I think that it’s good to listen to yourself, and if you haven’t found someone you feel comfortable enough sharing that part of you with, then you shouldn’t be embarrassed. And those other guys are completely stupid if they don’t see the talented aviator and amazing person that you are.” You look back at Bob, wondering how he’s only a year older than you but so much wiser. “You are so much more than your dad. I hope you see that.”

“Thanks, Bobby”, you can’t help but let the nickname slip from your lips. There’s a moment where it’s just the two of you in the small kitchen, hidden away from all the chaos that’s taking place in the other room. Until it proves too much for you and you break his gaze, clearing your throat.

“I just don’t know where Hangman gets off, asking a question like that.” Bob offers.

“Well apparently he’s getting off a lot more than I am”, you respond as Bob gives you a laugh. The skin around his eyes starts to crinkle and that’s when you know he’s actually laughing, not just trying to be nice.

“We all know he is, but I’m not so sure about his partners…” he tapers off.

“Oh my god”, you start laughing.

“Bob”, the both of you turn at Phoenix’s voice coming from the doorway, “Emily’s asking for you.”

“I highly doubt that”, Bob mutters under his breath as he turns to walk back to the living room. Phoenix stays behind as you slip the penny in your pocket, and open the fridge back up to grab a can of Dr. Pepper.

“Hey, you ok?” She asks you softly. You turn as you crack open the can, giving her a small smile.

“I’m fine, just don’t want to go back out there and have to sit through a round of truth or dare.”

“Listen, Hangman’s an idiot. And if you want to avoid any further probing I suggest choosing dare. The worst thing they're having people do is show each other’s camera roll or take a shot.” You don’t even remember the last photo you took, probably of some sunset. And you wouldn’t be totally opposed if someone had you take a shot right now. “Was the last person you were with really Lieutenant Douchebag?” You laugh at the nickname for your previous boyfriend, lovingly given to him by Phoenix, then immediately shudder at the thought.

“Yep”, you respond, taking a swig of the soda, regretting your decision to not grab something with alcohol in it. She grimaces, taking a breath in.

“You need to get laid”, she casually tells you as she grabs another drink for herself and Rachel.

“Jesus”, you laugh at her cavalier attitude, “How about we take a night and not talk about my sex life.”

“From the sounds of it, it doesn't seem like you have one” You scoff then laugh as she smiles at you. At times like this you’re grateful you met her when you did. She saved you from having a lot of lonely nights to yourself, introduced you to what a friend should and could be. “What, too far?”

“Not from you it isn’t”

As soon as you emerge from the kitchen, trailing behind Phoenix you see Bob locked in a conversation with Emily. Rooster now sits on the other side of Bob, happy from the sudden reprieve of not sharing the other man's “date”. She’s obviously trying to hook Rooster back into the conversation as Bob remains polite by listening to whatever she’s saying. You take a seat around the coffee table, staring at Bob crack a slight smile as you hear someone call out your name.

“Mantis, truth or dare?”

“Dare” It was a knee-jerk reaction, truly. Just based on Phoenix’s reasoning, it was the only response you could come up with. Ultimately, as you turn your head to the person who asked, you realize it was the wrong answer.

Your eyes grow wide as Hangman’s own stare you down, a smirk forming on his face once he realizes the power he wields over you. His eyes turn into slits, like a snake who’s finally cornered its prey.

“Oh I am going to have so much fun with this”, he responds, victorious. He grabs his bottle of beer, downing the rest of it as he makes his way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. You’re sitting on the floor in front of the t.v., as Hangman finishes his drink and ever so slowly hands you the now empty bottle.

“Now I know you’ve never played before '', you immediately cringe, resting your forehead against your denim-clad knee and let out a groan. You hear laughter sound out from around you as Coyote playfully nudges your shoulder, “So let me explain the rules. You’re gonna spin the bottle, and then you get to kiss the lucky person the neck points to.”

“You could have just dared me to kiss you if you want it that badly bagman”, you say as you move to your knees to place the bottle on the surface of the table.

“That’s just plain against the rules, and it’s not about who you kiss. I just wanna watch you squirm a little bit.” He leans back in his seat as you glance around the room, just to see who your future lips will be locking with. You make eye contact with Rooster and give him your best glare. He scratches the back of his neck and stands without wasting another second.

“I’m gonna go get another drink”, he announces while stepping over people who have begun to sit on the floor around the table.

“Oh!” Emily pipes up, “I’ll come with you!” You catch Bob watching the two of them leave the room and your heart sinks a little. You can’t help but feel a little jealous at the attention he’s been giving her, but at the same time you want someone to see him the way you do. It’s just unfair that the only person you’ve felt this way about in a very long time, happens to be the one person you’re not allowed to pursue. He’s an amazing person, and Emily would be crazy not to see what Phoenix, or Rooster, practically shoved right in front of her. You’re really starting to hate Rooster for playing with Bob’s feelings. It may be unintentional, but the reason he wanted to set him up in the first place wasn’t out of the pure kindness of his heart.

You spare another glance around the room watching as everyone tries to take up as much space as possible, making you think they’re a little too eager to kiss you. Except, it wasn’t the fact they could kiss you, it was the idea that they could brag about kissing Mav’s daughter. Just like you explained to Bob, it’s the same everywhere you go. You just thought by now it would have worn off with this group.

“Just so you know guys, if you kiss me you’re practically kissing my dad”, you tease as some of the guys grimace. A slight smirk crawls its way to your face as Omaha gets up from off the floor.

“You just ruined it for me”, he complains. Unfortunately it only thins the crowd out a little, a couple of gaps in the group that now surround the table.

Taking a deep breath you finally place your hand back on the bottle, pulling it back before spinning it. Your heart beats a little faster out of pure embarrassment as you stare intently at the bottle spinning, not wanting to look up at the faces around you until it finally… stops.

“Ho-ly shit”, Hangman lets out, so obviously amused with the outcome. “Baby on board’s about to get his first kiss.” Your eyes immediately turn to Hangman, then to Bob’s, who bears the same look of shock you know you’re not doing a great job at hiding.

“I-” the words get caught in your throat. You hate what you’re about to do as you turn back to Hangman. “Come on.” All eyes are on you as you begin to beg this man not to make you go through with it. Because once you do, you know there’s no turning back.

“C’mon what?”, he asks with intrigue.

“He’s here to meet someone, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you try to reason with him.

“That’s not really how the game works sweetheart. You spun the bottle, now you gotta deal with the consequences.”

“Hangman, please”, you beg, avoiding every gaze in the room as they begin to talk among themselves, bored with whatever show you’re putting on. His brow furrows as he realizes just how badly you do not want to do this.

“Who’d it land on?” Rooster asks as he emerges from the kitchen with a fresh drink, Emily in tow. Taking a swig, his eyes follow where the bottle points directly to Bob. “No, that’s not happening”, he mutters as he gets closer to Hangman.

“What is with you two? It’s just a game.” He replies incredulously. He glances back around the room and finds Emily awkwardly waiting at the back for Rooster’s conversation to be over. “Alright, you”, he points at her, “To level the playing field, why don’t you take a crack at it? If Emily agrees to it, then you do, too.”

“I never agreed to-”

“Ok!”, she responds a little too eager. You’re still on your knees as a confused look washes over your face. She kneels across from you at the table and barely touches the bottle, you don’t even think you’d consider it a spin, until it lands on Rooster. You’re not trying to hide the grimace on your face as she tries to play innocent.

“Oops, well it looks like it’s you and me Rooster.” Emily stands, immediately placing both hands on Rooster’s shoulders as she gives him a generous kiss. A couple of whistles are thrown out as she continues to lock lips with him, something he does not appear to be displeased with, as much as he was caught off guard to begin with.

You look away in disgust, trying and failing not to make a noise to match your mood. Your eyes fall to where Bob was just seated moments before, but his chair is empty. He’s nowhere in the room, soda abandoned. And as Emily continues sticking her tongue down Rooster’s throat, you sneak past the few hollers to slip out the back door near the kitchen.

It’s completely dark now, only the moon and strings of fairy lights casting a soft glow across the yard. You find Bob standing in the grass with his arms folded across his chest, staring up at the sky. His flannel is still rolled up to his elbows, forearms proudly on display. The moonlight reflects off of his glasses, but you can still see the turmoil swirling behind his frames. The sound of the door sliding shut doesn’t deter Bob from moving from his position.

“There you are, I was worried you left the premises”, you try to joke, moving to stand closer. He turns, only giving you a slight glance. It stops you from moving forward anymore, deciding to stay back at the edge of the patio. Humming in acknowledgement, he stares back up at the sky, face contorting as if it pains him to do so.

“Nah, just needed some fresh air is all. What are you doin’ out here?”, he asks in an indifferent tone. You tear your eyes away from the sky to look over at him again. He huffs out a sigh as you retreat your gaze to your feet, toying with a loose piece of cement.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry”, you offer. He gives a small laugh as he turns his face to look at the grass beneath his shoes.

“For what?”

“Emily’s a complete idiot.” He releases a breath out of his nose, moving his gaze to the fence bordering the neighbor’s yard.

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” You can still tell he’s upset by the way he squares his jaw.

“Well you shouldn’t be.”

“Well I am”, he lets out a little more stern this time. “I just- I don’t know Mantis.”

“What?”, you ask him quietly as he begins to shuffle the grass underneath his feet.

“I know that I’m not wanted, or not attractive like the other guys in there. But tonight really solidified that for me.” Your heart breaks as you watch him sort his thoughts out.

“Bob, that’s not true-”

“It is, though. I didn’t even want to come here tonight, and you knew that. And- and Phoenix knew it, too. But still, you two pushed me to come and meet Emily. Someone she insisted was perfect for me. Well, she took one look at Rooster and saw what everyone else sees. There are a million more guys out there who are better looking, better at making conversation, better at… everything than me.” His voice is dejected, believing everything he’s telling you. But you let him continue, even if you want to contradict every word that continues to fall from his mouth.

“And I hate the fact that I wasn’t even interested in meeting someone new. That I’m already thinkin’ about someone else most of the time, and she doesn’t even see me in that way, even if she could.” Your heart tightens in your chest, at first due to the fact that Bob has feelings for someone else. And then it hits you. ‘If she could’.

“Wait, Bob-” you manage to breathe out before he interrupts you.

“It’s just- I haven’t felt this way about someone since, well, ever.” He turns, facing you fully, a glassy look in his eyes as he stares at you, exasperated. “I feel so connected, and drawn to you Mantis.” He confesses in a whisper. You feel it the moment your heartbeat quickens with your breathing. The way your eyebrows draw up in the middle is met with the slightest quiver in your lip. From sadness or relief you’re not sure yet. “I want to tell you things I’ve never told anybody before, and I’m sorry if I misread things, but I just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Bob-” You try as he interrupts you again, caught up in his own feelings to hear you for once.

“I know you don’t feel the same way, and why would you? I’m just me, and you’re you. I wasn’t lying when I said any guy would be so lucky to have you, and I’m honored to just be considered your friend. And I- I know this is against so many rules in place, so please just forget I said anything and- God I’m such an idiot.” Your feet are moving faster than your brain as you walk over to him. Placing both hands on his smooth cheeks, you lift his head from where he was staring at the ground and plant your lips right on his. He’s shocked at first, not daring to move. Eyes fluttering shut as his hands ghost over your waist, until you pull away and there’s the tiniest amount of space between your faces.

Your hands are still as the rest of your body buzzes in anticipation. Your chest heaves against his, out of breath from the simplest of kisses. He’s so close, yet so far away as your fingers adjust to the feeling of holding his face in both of your hands. It’s quiet, his eyelashes fluttering as he starts to blink rapidly.

“Why did you do that?”, he whispers. Almost afraid that this was another dream he would inevitably wake up from.

“Because I wanted to”, you whisper right back, still in shock of what he confessed. Your eyes dart between his own deep blue ones as they’re blown wide.

“Not because of the dare?”

“No”, you shake your head. “Just cause I really wanted to.” You reassure him as his eyes flick from yours black down to your lips. His cold nose nudges yours, once, then twice before sinking into your cheek as he hesitantly kisses you first this time. You reciprocate immediately, pushing back just as softly against his lips as to not scare him off. His touch is gentle, yet demanding, knowing in the back of both of your heads it’s only a matter of time before someone comes to find you.

Both sets of lips part the tiniest bit as you turn your head slightly to get a better angle. His mouth is warm against your own, lips still moving in sync. One of your hands slides down to his shoulder while the other eases up onto his neck, fingers running over the buzzed hair at the back of his head. Bob hums against your lips at the motion, gaining the confidence to step closer as his hands finally land against your body, anchoring to your waist.

His grip tightens a fraction as you hum against his mouth, giving him the courage to lick at the seam of your lips with his tongue. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the movement, eliciting another hum, bordering on a moan as you allow him entrance into your mouth. The first thing you notice is that he tastes like Dr. Pepper, the second thing that's a little easier to pick up on is that Bob is a really good kisser.

The shock that you are in fact kissing Bob wears off, and makes way for a flood of need. Caressing his tongue with your own, Bob slides one hand to your back, the other still gripping your waist as he holds you closer. The slight pressure of his large hand pushing you against him has you wanting more as he begins to walk you backwards to the wall of the house. Never breaking away from each other, you feel the cool structure against your back, even as Bob tries his best to keep you from hitting it. You grip him a fraction harder, the only sound you can hear through your heartbeat is Bob’s occasional hum and the clicking of your lips working together.

Bob’s got you locked against him as you shift your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing the large muscle, only to slowly drag it down to feel the bare skin and hair of his forearm beneath your fingers. The kissing is slowing down, still just as deep. Both of you demanding the same amount from the other, knowing this well may be the only time you’re able to feel the other like this. The two of you finally break apart, catching much needed breaths as your eyes remain closed. Even before opening your eyes, you can still feel Bob heaving against you, desperate for air as you do the same. You place a chaste kiss on his lips and he chases yours for another until you both open your eyes, just staring at each other through hooded lids.

You swallow, so many emotions running through your mind. It’s hard to listen to them when Bob is still just as close as he was a moment ago when his lips were against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while”, he breathes, a nervous smile tugging on his lips.

At a loss for words, you go to open your mouth until you hear the screech of the sliding glass door opening up. Bob immediately jumps away from you as your attention diverts to whoever is about to walk out on you two in such a compromising situation.

Phoenix pokes her head out as she looks for you, “Hey.”

“Hey” you breathe out in a sigh of relief, grateful it was her and not anyone else. You try to slow your breathing even as your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

“Have you seen Floyd?”

“Yeah he was just-”, you turn around, expecting to see Bob standing behind you, but only see the white fence, “He just left”, you mutter. Brows furrowing as your eyes remain locked on where he just was.

“Damn, I was hoping that wasn’t the case. I need to talk to him.” You continue to stare at the fence where Bob once stood, dumbfounded that he managed to slip away so quickly. “You ok?” Turning back around, you attempt to gather yourself as you breathe out an answer.

“Yeah”

“Alright”, she eyes you skeptically, “Well, you gonna rejoin us? I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to.”

“No, I’ll be back in, I just… need some air.” You watch her head disappear as you lean back against the house, only this time, Bob isn’t here to hold you to it. Your fingers trace your swollen lips as you gaze around the backyard. What the hell just happened?

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Love, Peace, and War

[requested : @immyowndefender]

“Will you do one where reader lives and shoves both Alys and Aemond into a burning pyre along with the rest of kingslanding or at least one where she makes Aemond her bitch?”

Whispers of another woman keeping his bed warm have swarmed y/n since he left for Harrenhal. He had supposedly missed her, she now believes it to be simply guilt, coming home despite orders from his king and making love to her until the early morn. Something had seemed off that night, and she wanted to question it, but she was simply happy to have her love back in her arms. However, now he seems to only be trouble. Both of their sons lie dead and wrapped in the finest cloth on a pyre. Vhagar rumbled from her perch, seemingly annoyed. Y/n took one last look at her boys and looked Aemond in the eye with a depressed rage. He only looked at her with remorse. For their sons? For possibly ruining her by sleeping with another woman? She didn’t know, nor did she care.

“Dracarys”, he spoke loudly to Vhagar. Warmth kissed y/n’s cheeks, almost drying her tear stains. “Goodbye my little dragons, protect each other, my strong boys”, she whispered. Y/n turned and walked to her horse, not acknowledging Aemond or his family. When they traveled back to King’s Landing, y/n rushed to her chambers with her maids in tow. “Lyliana, fetch some wine. I’d also like a bath.” Both girls got to work, Lyliana fetching the wine and Alessandra starting to warm some water. Y/n glanced to her bed and saw a plush toy shaped like a dragon sitting next to her pillows. She can’t cry anymore, she’d lost all of her tears. “Shall I help you undress, your grace?”, Lyliana asked softly, knowingly.

Y/n nodded and proceeded to be undressed with delicacy. Sitting in her shift, both girls started to braid her hair and wrap it like a crown to not get it wet. Y/n asked, “Do you think they’re alright?” The girls glanced between one another, Lyliana answered, “They have each other, your grace, that is all we could hope for.” Y/n nodded and stood. The water was warm, something she needed after a while. Her muscles had been tense after what she’d been through. “I will fetch more oils, your grace”, Lyliana spoke after looking at the selection. Alessandra spoke quietly, “I lost my boy in the fall”, she paused her words and focused on scrubbing the dried blood missed from under the princess’s fingernails. “What did he look like?”, y/n asked. “He had these big brown eyes that were so curious of what was happening around him. He barely stayed asleep, I believe he thought he would miss something”, she smiled with a small laugh, “His hair was black like his father’s and thick. He had this freckle under his chin too. My mother always told me freckles were angel kisses.” Y/n and Alessandra sat in a comfortable silence, only the water could be heard.

Lyliana returned with the oils and assisted in finishing the princess’s bath. When she had emerged from the water, there was a knock at the door. Lyliana answered the door only through a crack, as y/n was in a state of undress still. “Prince Aemond”, she bowed, “Your wife isn’t dressed yet and doesn’t wish for any visitors.” Aemond didn’t listen and entered the room, “Y/n.” “Ladies, you may go for the night”, y/n released the girls, having now been dressed in her nightclothes. She looked at Aemond standing in the middle of the room. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I am the reason our sons are gone. I just- I can’t have you not speaking or even looking at me anymore.”

She poured herself some wine and sat in a chair, “That is what we are doing now, isn’t it?”

Aemond got on his knees at her feet and placed his arms around the small of her back, “Y/n please, you do not have to forgive me, but please don’t do this.” He buried his face into her thighs.

Y/n looked at her cup, not once acknowledging his proximity, “How’s Alys?”

Aemond raised his head, “What?”

“The girl from Harrenhal. What did they say she was? Some wet nurse to her brother?”

“How did yo-”

“I didn’t know you had a thing for bastards. Thought you always hated them, especially if their roots were from Harrenhal”, she paused for a drink, “Was she your spoil from war?”

Aemond brought his head up to look y/n in the eyes, “Tell me, Aemond, was she any good?”

He stood up now, stumbling over his words like a child caught. “Well?”

“No, she never could compare. I was so alone and lost, I-I lost myself to weakness. Please, my love, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well you did.” A knock could be heard through the thick air, “Come in.”

A man who looked very much like the prince without the Targaryen features entered the room, “Your grace”, he bowed, “Your spoils.” A bag was handed to the princess, glancing inside she was hit with the stench of death. “You may go, Alfred.”

With her back to Aemond she stated, “A parting gift for you”, she turns and hands him the bag. “I will be going home for my brother’s coronation. I won’t be back.” She walks out of the room to the maester’s. Aemond slowly opened the bag and found Alys River’s head inside, devoid of color. He threw it, landing on a dresser, and poured himself some wine. His movement erratic, he didn’t know what to do, so he drank and went to the training yard to get his frustrations out. Y/n had traveled to Dragonstone before returning home. She spoke with Rhaenyra of how she was the true queen, and the world was lied to for a selfish man’s gain. How Delbore would support her claim if called upon. Then they spoke, not as queen and princess, enemies, or friends. They spoke of their sons, what she would do when she goes back home, and revenge.

Before she boarded the boat, she turned to Daemon and Rhaenyra, “Kill him. Make it painful.” She looked into Daemon’s eyes, and he nodded to her. She smiled softly and set sail for home, for peace. Her kingdom was never called upon.

The Targaryen’s had seemingly forgotten of the princess. Until one day, she sat in the gardens with her sister-in-law and queen of Delbore having tea. “Princess y/n, a letter has come for you”, a servant girl spoke like a mouse. “Thank you, dear”, y/n dismissed her. She noticed the black Targaryen seal on the scroll and took a deep breath. The queen placed a hand over hers and smiled gently. The words she had hoped to hear for months, almost a year now. Aemond is dead. In black ink, the details of how he had received his dues. Daemon had sacrificed his life in killing the prince, leaving him with a sword through his eye. Time went on and Targaryens died like flies. Y/n, however, flourished on Delbore Isle. She took another husband. A sturdy but soft man who loved her truly. He never left her side, even during the birth of their daughter. Y/n had finally found peace.

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lockes-woods · 22 days

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A Birthday's Gift

Instead of celebrating their birthday as planned on a developed summer island, the reader is stuck on the Red Force after their plans derailed. While it wouldn't have been bad normally both their partners are busy. Mihawk is hard at work recording the inventory and planning the order for their next restock and Shanks as always is strapped with captainly duties and charting their course after the crucial restock. The reader tries their best to not be a brat under the guise of receiving a special birthday surprise from their partners after dinner.

Warnings: anonymous sex, oral (m/f receiving), doggy style, face fucking, cock warming, PIV, spanking, mating press. (let me know if I missed any)

WC: ~6900

A/N: This is a Mishanks x Reader / Reader x ? fic. I started writing to celebrate my own birthday last Friday. It kinda got away from me while I was writing it and is over 24 pages. It's very self-indulgent and the details of the reader reflect me instead of my descriptions of normal vague attributes. It is written in the third person and all compliments/ descriptions of the reader are more male-leaning (ex. they are called handsome). I hope you enjoy it. It was really nice to write just something for myself for once. ^-^

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They could feel a deep warmth spread through their body as they lulled between being awake and asleep. The ever-present rocking of the ship encouraged them back to sleep. That was until a spark shot through their core dragging them back to consciousness. A moan pulled from the depths of their throat as their brain attempted to interpret the foreign stimulation. Their eyes snapped open, still hazy from sleep. The second they saw the vibrant red mop of hair situated between their thighs there was no question about what was going on. A gasp escaped them as they involuntarily ground their hips forward chasing the sensation of Shanks’ fingers pulling back only to immediately be thrusted back into their warmth. They could feel the coil deep within them tighten fast despite not being fully awake. Their hand reached down and found a home threaded through Shanks’ thick locks. A shiver wracked through them as he nipped playfully at their clit. Their loose hold on his hair tightened as they held him flush against their pussy as they attempted to keep him as close as physically possible without suffocating him.

“D-Daddy,” They moaned, “Please, I gotta cum,”

In lieu of answering Shanks doubled down on his efforts not only by speeding up his thrust but also by sealing his lips around their clit and flicking at it with his tongue. A broken cry cut through them as their orgasm came crashing down on them.

“Fuck, Daddy!” they cried loudly; not caring who could potentially overhear them. While they were mindful and even a bit timid when it came to their relationship with the captain when it started, they were now ways past feeling any sort of shame. They would have never lasted this long in the relationship if they ever let their embarrassment hold them back. They had learned that on their first night between the captain and the swordsman. The couple had been shamelessly open about their attraction towards the younger pirate. Whether it was Shanks pulling them onto his lap during celebrations or the ever-present fixation of Mihawk’s eyes on them to deter other suitors it worked. While they did manage to last a fortnight avoiding their ploys, they were only human and quickly succumbed to their advances. The only thing keeping them away, was their will to prove that they earned their spot on the Red Force and were not granted passage solely from the captain’s favor. After their first fight with an enemy ship, it was no longer a question of why Shanks had allowed them into his crew.

A whine escaped them as Shanks sucked another hickey into their plush thighs, bringing them back to the present. It joined the myriads of other marks down there that were at various stages of healing. A smirk stretched against Shanks’ face as he pulled back to sit on his knees. He looked utterly debauched as he wiped the combination of their slick and his spit off his face with the back of his hand. While they shouldn’t be surprised at this point, they were somewhat shocked by the cum stain where Shanks had been rutting against the bed trying to find enough friction to get off. They panted as they pushed themself up on their forearms as they attempted to recover from their wake-up call of an orgasm.

“Happy birthday, handsome,” Shanks greeted, voice still thick with sleep.

“Thanks Daddy,” They responded shyly as the blanket that was barely covering any of their modesty slid off to the side. Despite the amount of time, they had been together Shanks’ eyes still shamelessly raked over their body. They could feel a blush surfacing on their face as he took in their curves normally hidden from the world by layers of oversized clothing and the daily binding of their chest. If it were anyone other than him and Mihawk they would feel objectified and dysphoric. But there was no mistaking the love and admiration in Shanks’ eyes as he gazed down on them.

“Where’s Sir?” they asked, fully sitting up against the headboard.

“He went to get us something to eat before he’s locked into prepping for the order and organizations of supplies when we port with Beck.” Shanks started, crawling up the bed, one leg on either side of their right leg and right palm resting next to their head. “I’m so sorry we weren’t able to port today baby; I know how excited you were to explore the town with me and Sir,”

“It’s okay Daddy, that storm we got stuck in came out of nowhere and that skirmish with that other crew threw us off schedule too.” They responded, unintentionally drawn to Shanks’ lips.

“Still,” Shanks started, breath fanning over their face, “You’re always such a good boy, I’m sorry we won’t be able to celebrate how you deserve.”

“Daddy, you know that doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m here on the ship with you and Sir I’m content.” They said, flexing upward to share a chaste kiss with Shanks. They moaned at the taste of their release. Before he was able to breach their lips with his tongue, they were interrupted by the heavy sound of the captain’s quarters opening and closing.

“Morning Sir,” They greeted, perking up from Mihawk’s presence.

“Good morning, Darling,” he greets back placing a tray of two coffees, three bowls of porridge and what was left of the dried fruit and nuts onto the desk. He knew they preferred a bland breakfast to not upset their stomach early in the morning. Which worked out well with the rations of the remaining food from their last supplies intake. A gasp escaped them as Shanks pulled them against his chest as he now sat propped up against the headboard. Mihawk placed the tray on their lap before perching on the side of the bed to feed them.

“I-I can feed myself,” they stumbled, as Mihawk tore into the nuts and dried berries and mixed them into the porridge.

“Do you not want me to feed you?” Mihawk asked picking up the spoon.

“N-no it’s just,” they sighed looking away.

“Yes,” Mihawk encouraged.

“It just you both baby me enough already,” They started, avoiding eye contact, “It’s kinda makes me anxious about what the others think when I’m being doted on by either of you. Especially in front of the crew.”

“Darling,” Mihawk said, gently cupping their face and tilting it up to force them to meet his gaze. “You know that’s how we show our love and affection. Have the others said anything negative towards you?”

“No, it’s just-it’s just the looks I get when either of you go out of your way to do things for me.” They confessed, finally making eye contact.

“Love, we can deal with reigning in our behavior outside of here later. But while we are in private will you let Sir feed you?” Shanks asked.

“O-okay,” they agreed, they were beginning to feel warm with this ever-lasting blush staining their cheeks. Mihawk hums in response, releasing their face in favor of scooping up some off the porridge and toppings into the perfect bite. They opened their mouth without prompting as Mihawk delicately fed them. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder keeping his arm fully wrapped around them.

“Good boy,” Mihawk compliments as they swallow the last bit of their breakfast. They bit their lip to suppress a bashful smile. Only once they were done did either man acknowledge their coffee and their own breakfast.

“What are you up today, Captain,” They ask, teasingly glancing over their shoulder at Shanks. They could feel Shanks member stirring to life against their back at the mention of his title.

“I’ll be charting the course for after the restock.” He answered, playfully nipping at their ear, “But I suppose that really just depends on whether or not you are a brat today. I’m always happy to move my schedule to make time for your punishments,”

A whine escaped them at the thought of being disciplined.

“But I’ve been so good,” they whined.

“We know baby, and we’re so proud of you. But you do have a tendency to get bratty the longer we are at sea without docking anywhere. And this has been the longest time without docking we’ve had since you joined.” Shanks said.

“If you’re good today we have a special treat for you tonight,” Mihawk said, pressing a kiss to their forehead, before pulling back and collecting the dishes. He made his exit back to the kitchen leaving Shanks and them alone.

“What kinda surprise is it?” they asked, turning in his lap.

“Be good and you’ll find out,” Shanks answered with a smirk as he pulled back from their embrace. They pouted as they watched Shanks dress himself, he pressed one final kiss to their forehead before heading out to fulfill his captainly duties. They groan falling back on their shared bed. It was barely ten in the morning; they had no idea how they were gonna last without disrupting Shanks or Mihawk’s jobs. They didn’t even have any tasks to do because they had finished their weekly chores days prior. They sighed to themself as they willed themself to shower and put on real clothing to leave their cabin. They opted to climb up to the crow’s nest and offer to take the remainder of the morning shift as the lookout. Luckily when they got up to the crow’s nest Lucky Roux was more than happy to let them take over, especially while breakfast was still being served. He gave them an affectionate pat on the head, and a hurried ‘Happy Birthday,’ before descending down to the deck.

The next few hours were quiet, which while no news on the lookout is good news, it wasn’t helping with their boredom. If anything, it made it worse. For a moment it looked like there may be another ship on the horizon, it was actually just a pod of whales coming up for air. They were elated when it finally came time for the 2nd shift watchmen to relieve their post. Yasopp greeted them with more happy birthday wishes and an affectionate ruffle of their hair before he took over and they descended back to the deck. The entire climb down they argued with themself if it would be bratty to pull Mihawk aside to have some lunch together. They knew that the restock was crucial and that he and Beck needed to do inventory to restock accurately. Any miscalculations could cost them not only money, but their lives if they weren’t careful.

They opted to go down to check and see if he had had lunch yet or if he needed any help. They descended to the lower deck at a leisurely pace. They still had ways before dinner and even more time till dessert and the reveal of their surprise. They truly had no idea what it could be. They already expected it to be a party, considering their fellow crewmates never gave up a chance to live the night like it was their last. It felt like it might be sexual, but it could also always be something more mundane like a book. But they doubted that Shanks or Mihawk would withhold that from them considering the time they’ve been at sea. They were so in their head they almost ran straight into Beckman as he was walking from one room to another with a barrel balanced over his shoulder.

“Watch out half-pint; I’ve squashed bugs bigger than you.” He grunted, pushing past them.

“Beckkkk,” they whined following him away from the auxiliary storage room to the main one on this deck, “It’s my birthday, you’re not allowed to be mean to me.”

“Is that right, pretty boy?” Beckman grunted, placing the barrel down, before leaning back against it. Even with his slouched posture and slight bend in his knees he easily towered over them. “What exactly are you gonna do to stop me? You gonna go cry to your Daddy about it?” he asked with an amused smirk, pushing his hand back through his silver locks. The slightest bit of skin on his toned stomach came into view as he stretched. They unintentionally puffed their cheeks out as a blush colored their face. While they had always had a teasing relationship with Beck, they were never not affected by how casual he was about their sexual relationship with Shanks. They had only been seeing the couple for a little over a week when Beck switched to referring to Shanks by his name or position when they were around him. Instead, he would call him, ‘their Daddy,’ no matter what company they were in. It was especially embarrassing when other crews were around.

“Darling, are you bothering Beckman?” Mihawk called out from below.

“Yes,”

“No,” They answered simultaneously with Beck. Mihawk gave them a warning look as he peaked up from the staircase below.

“Shut up,” they groaned at Beck.

“Darling you are aware if you distract any of the crew from their positions today you won’t get your surprise,” Mihawk said, in a warning tone.

“I just came down to see if you had lunch yet,” they said in their defense.

“It’s three in the afternoon, have you not eaten yet?” Mihawk asked, tone dark with command. It was the same voice he used when punishing them in the bedroom.

“No?” they answered cautiously.

“Go to the kitchen this instant and get something to eat,” Mihawk ordered,

“But-” they attempted to start before they lost their voice at the sight of Mihawk’s intense glare.

“Fine,” They sighed.

“Good,” Mihawk said descending below to the next deck. They dragged their feet as they made their way over to the staircase to go up to the deck.

“Good boy,” Beck called after them, smirk clear in his tone. They shot him a glare over their shoulder, opting to flip him off in case Mihawk was still listening in. They always hated that Beck affected them so much. Outside of his friendly bullying, they would be pained to admit how attracted they were to him. It felt like something was wrong with them. He was like the definition of a silver fox. They couldn’t help their intrusive thoughts about what it would be like under him. He was half a head taller than their partners and wider set. He could easily throw them around. Something about older men who could easily break them always turned them on. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

Their thoughts were interrupted when they got into the kitchen, they were quickly pushed back out with a sandwich and their canteen filled with fresh water. The kitchen crew made it abundantly clear that the kitchen would be closed until the festivities started later that night. They backtracked to their cabin to eat and read for a bit. Once they were seated at their desk, they practically inhaled their sandwich only now being hit by their hunger. Afterwards, they laid on their stomach on the bed propped up by a pillow under their chest, and began to read one of their favorite erotic novels. They were so familiar with their well-loved copy that it was easy to jump to read through all of their favorite scenes. They unintentionally bit their lip as they flipped to the second to last sex scene in the book. The main character was being tossed around like a rag doll as their partner easily bent, stretched, and stuffed them. They sighed to themself as they began to feel themself getting wet. While they would never trade their relationship with Mihawk and Shanks for the world, they did have this not-so-hidden desire for them to be rougher in bed. Every punishment was delicately formed to keep them within their limits, never pushing past that. The closest they could get to the rough fucking they wanted was when either man was jealous. And even then, it would only result in an ache in their core and an abused clit. On the rare occasion that happened, they were always doted on extra the following day in an unneeded apology. The frustrating part was that the couple were both rough with each other when they fucked without them. When they slept together Mihawk and Shanks were always putting them first whether it was making sure they came first or double-checking in on their comfort level.

Another sigh escaped them. They really had nothing to complain about being able to be in a well-communicated and safe relationship should be enough for them. Even if their punishments never contained the rough impact play, they craved and were more based on edging or total orgasm denial they should be content. This was the first relationship they had ever been in where felt this level of unconditional love. They couldn’t help but feel guilt that they were a little ungrateful. They tossed their novel back in the footlocker at the base of the bed to switch it out with one of their favorite mystery novels and made their way to the upper deck where the charting room was to check in on Shanks.

It was only a quick few-minute walk from the captain’s quarters to the navigation room. They only had to walk up two flights of steps and down a long hallway to be at their destination. They knocked on the closed door, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they waited for a response. They debated internally if they should just leave. They knew Shanks was busy, but they found themself longing to be in his presence. Even if it was just silently sitting in the same room, they would be able to satiate their need for him.

“Enter,” Shanks beckoned, snapping them out of their thoughts. They took a deep breath before pushing the large heavy door inward. It was at times like these that it became apparent the ship was built for someone of Shanks’s size. They poked their head around the door to gauge Shanks’ reaction before entering. To their relief Shanks’ serious face morphed into a smile at the sight of them. Taking that as a good sign they slipped in and pushed the door closed once again.

“Hey baby,” Shanks greeted pushing back his chair as they wandered over to him.

“Hey, Daddy,” they shyly responded standing in front of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, smiling down at them warmly.

“I just-I just missed you,” They responded, a fresh blush coloring their face, “I was wondering if it’d be okay if I sat with you?” they asked looking up at him.

“Of course, baby,” Shanks responded with a smile, as he pushed his chair back more to accommodate them. They crawled up into his lap and slid backwards so that their back was to his chest. Shanks rested his chin on their shoulder as he went back to charting their next route. They tried to focus on their novel, they really did, but between Shanks’ every exhale hitting their ear, the warmth he naturally emitted, and the woodsy smell of his aftershave they lost focus on the book and closed their eyes. They rested against him for a few minutes before getting slightly antsy. They weren’t able to sleep or focus on their novel. They let out a disgruntled huff as they tried to decide their next move.

“Sweetheart?” Shanks asked in a neutral tone.

“Yes, Daddy?” they responded.

“Are you feeling, okay?”

“No, Daddy.” They answered truthfully, “I just wanna be close to you, but this isn’t enough.”

“Oh? And how do you recommend us getting closer?” Shanks asked in his trademark teasing voice.

“I wan-I need you in me,” They responded trying to be conscious of their tone and not sound too whiney,

“Okay,” Shanks said shifting his weight backwards against the chair.

“Okay?” the responded not expecting Shanks to give up on the task so easily. A squeak escaped them as Shanks’ hand pushed up their top and grabbed onto their waistband.

“Daddy?” they asked in an unsure tone.

“Yes, baby?” he asked as they automatically lifted their hips allowing him to push down their pants to their knees.

“What are you doing?” they asked cautiously, as they felt his cock begin to stir awake behind them.

“Getting you ready for my cock,” he answered, encouraging them to spread their thighs so that he would have easy access to their core.

“But what if someone comes in,” They gasp, as he traced his fingers up and down their slit.

“I’ll scoot in so that no one can see us,” he answered, easing two fingers into their heat. He began to scissor and stretch his fingers, pulling a moan from them, “Plus do you think anyone would really be surprised by finding us like this?”

They inadvertently clenched at the mention of being found out.

“Oh? Would you like that baby?” Shanks asked, teasingly, “Would you like for someone to catch us in a compromising position?”

“N-no,” they whined, “I don’t want anyone else to see me like this,”

“Oh? Not even a certain first mate?” he asked, easing his fingers out as he began to slowly push his member up into them. The mention of Beck caused them to clench again. A whine escaped them at the sensation of the deep stretch of their walls to accommodate his dick. Instead of answering his accusation, they began to suck his pointer and middle fingers into their mouth. They let out a content sigh through their nose at the feeling of him bottoming out. Shank eased his fingers out of their mouth, wiping the saliva-covered fingers on his trousers before picking up the pen and continuing his job of mapping out their next route. They focused on their breathing as they willed themself to not grind down on Shanks’ length. They were at a loss on how to respond. They weren’t sure what would come of it if they answered honestly. If they lied, they doubt that Shanks would believe them.

“Would it be bad if I’d like that?” They asked hesitantly, as they focused in on the map scrawled out in front of them, avoiding eye contact. They could feel a deep hum vibrate through Shanks’ chest against their back.

“Of course, not baby,” Shanks said, setting his fountain pen down once again, “Liking someone in that way is innate, it’s not something you can ignore. As long as you communicate well with me and Sir I don’t see an issue with pursuing those feelings. Before you joined Mihawk and I would occasionally have one night stands either together or separate.”

“Why did you stop when I started on the Red Force?” they asked.

“Because you fulfill all of our desires love; there’s no need for anyone else.” He answered simply, “If you wanted to pursue Beck in any capacity, I doubt Sir or I would have a problem with it as long as you’re being communitive. As long as you come back to us, I don’t see an issue.”

“O-okay,” they answered as they attempted to wrap their mind around what Shanks had just told them, “So you’re not mad?”

They were thrown off by the deep chuckle that vibrated through Shanks’ chest behind them, “No love I’m not mad,” he started pressing a kiss to the top of their head, “We’ve been aware of your crush for a while now, we just wanted to go at your pace and not bring it up til you were ready,”

“Oh,” they responded, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Just let us know if you are planning to do anything with him beforehand, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” they replied, shifting slightly to share a chaste kiss with the captain. They stayed like that for a while, until it was almost time to start the festivities. They took care of Shanks’ not-so-little problem while in the shower. Before Shanks could return the favor Mihawk joined them. Both men were all over them granting as many orgasms as they could fit in before the water got cold. The water going cold was exactly the wake-up call they needed to keep them on track. The throuple could have easily stayed in there all night long.

They opted for a slightly more feminine outfit than they had originally planned. They had been on the crew long enough to feel comfortable expressing themself in any style of clothing without the fear of being misgendered. They opted for a matching set of high-waisted flowy floral shorts and a pink cropped button-down with excess fabric that they could tie into a bow at the bottom. They styled their messy dark short curly hair into a little less messy quiff and opted for some simple silver star shaped stud earrings with a matching necklace of the Virgo constellation.

Dinner was eventful as always; the crew ate through the feast like a pack of hungry boars. They didn’t know if it was just their heart-to-heart with Shanks, but they felt like Beck’s eyes had barely left them during the whole meal. For a meal that sat from edge to edge of the table it was easily consumed within a half hour. The night really began to start when the more musically inclined crew members broke out their instruments and the reserve booze was brought up to the main deck under the guise that they were ‘making room’ for the supply intake in the morning. While they spent the first hour together with Shanks and Mihawk they wandered away from their partners as they almost always did at these types of celebrations so that they wouldn’t get overstimulated so early into the night.

They perched themself up against the rails as a pleasant breeze cut through the air. While they had a beer at dinner, they didn’t really care for it, instead, they opted to have some of the sangria that sat in the center of the dessert table. It was sweet and light on their tongue. Much to their dismay the band did remember to sing them happy birthday before getting completely shitfaced. Their face felt like it was on fire as the entire crew sang together to wish them a happy birthday. After they were finished, they joined the crew in a cheer before everyone went back to whatever they had been doing. They placed their glass on one of the now empty barrels of booze before retreating to their quarters to give themself a moment alone so that they could last as long as possible tonight. Once inside they placed a damp wash cloth on the back of their neck to help with how warm they had gotten under everyone’s attention. They had just sat down at the desk in the captain’s quarters to take a swig of water from their canteen when someone knocked at their door. They cocked their head to the side as they opened the door to a slightly drunk Mihawk and Shanks. Shanks had developed his telltale sign of drunkenness with a dark blush formed across his cheeks. While Mihawk was harder to read in general, there was no other reason the tips of his ears would be pink without involving alcohol.

“Why did you knock?” they asked in an amused tone, opening the door wider.

“Cuz it’s time for your present,” Shanks said, slightly louder than necessary.

“Oh? And where would it be?” They asked, glancing around them into the hallway.

“Before bringing you to your present we need to talk about some ground rules,” Mihawk answered, guiding them back inside their shared quarters.

“Okay?” they answered perching on the side of their bed.

“Tonight, we’re gifting you with an experience.” Mihawk started,

“What kind of experience?” They asked.

“We got you a man,” Shanks interrupted, receiving a glare from Mihawk.

“Did you hire a sex worker?” They asked utterly confused. They had been at sea for months. They knew everyone on the Red Force, and as far as they were aware no one was selling their body.

“I don’t think so?” Shanks answered vaguely, “I think they have to be paid to be considered that. The surprise volunteered.”

“Okay, and the surprise would be?” They found themself asking again.

“We know that we don’t fulfill all of your sexual preferences. So, we found someone who wouldn’t mind ‘using’ you.” Mihawk explained. They could feel a new blush surfacing.

“I-I’m not unsatisfied. You didn’t have to do this.” They said slightly panicked that they had somehow made their partners feel insecure.

“Love we care for you deeply, and because of that we don’t feel up to being as rough as we know you’d like us to be,” Mihawk explained.

“You can always not go forward.” Shanks interjected, “If you’re uncomfortable or simply don’t want this you can always turn us down.”

“If I were to agree to this, what would it entail?” They asked shyly.

“Well, you would be able to know who it is or wear a blindfold to keep your surprise’s identity a secret.” Mihawk started, “We’d drop you off in their cabin and collect you in the morning after they have used you to their satisfaction. They have already been briefed on your safe word and nonverbal signals”

They bit their lip as they sat with this information for a moment, they could feel their blush crawling up their face to their ears. They could feel themself getting turned on at the idea of being used.

“Okay,” They said looking up at their partners, “I’ll accept.”

They were met with two satisfied looks.

“Would you like it to remain anonymous or do you want to know?” Shanks asked.

“I want to keep it anonymous,” They answered quickly. They were met with a curt nod from Mihawk as he grabbed their eye mask and gently secured it to their head, making sure there were no gaps that would allow them to see. Then one of their hands reached out and gently grasped their hand. They were led into the hallway, only tipped off by the heavy sound of their door shutting behind them. They tried to keep track of where they were going but found that they were immediately lost. It became apparent that Mihawk and Shanks must be taking a detoured route to confuse them. After what felt like ten minutes of walking, ascending steps, and descending steps they were finally at their destination.

They were met again with the scraping sound of wood against wood as they entered the room. Before they could process the night ahead of them a rough calloused hand softly cupped their face and pulled them into a kiss that the surprise dominated. They let out a whine as he bit their lip, before bullying his tongue into their mouth. They were left gasping as their surprise pulled away from the short, but intense kiss. All they could gather so far was that their surprised tasted of heavy mint, almost like he had just brushed his teeth.

“We’ll see you later love,” Shanks said placing a kiss to their hair line as Mihawk pressed a kiss to the crown of their head.

“Be good darling,” Mihawk said as they left hearing the door scrape open and closed. Before they even had a moment to process things they were being stripped of their clothing. The first few buttons of their top were undone before the surprise grew impatient and ripped the shirt clean off their body. They were soon left in their matching underwear set of skimpy panties and a bra with a plunged neckline. A whimper escaped them as a medium-sided blade skimmed across their chest before catching on the center of their bra and slicing upward. He didn’t waste any time with their panties, opting to pull them clean off in one loud tear. They gasped in response, as their nipples hardened in the drafty room.

They let out a soft whine as he cupped their breasts and began to roll their already-hardened nipple to the point of discomfort. It was odd his right hand had callouses on his pointer and middle finger that his left hand lacked. They let out a gasp as his cock suddenly perked up between them. Whoever he was he was tall and well endowed. His member sat hardened against their upper stomachs, the tip reaching between their breasts. They could hear him shedding his own clothing at the sound of cloth hitting the floor.

He pressed hard against their shoulders and shoved them backward onto his bed. They bounced twice before he grabbed their right ankle in a bruising grip and dragged them back to the foot of the bed. They caught a strong whiff of cigarettes as they took a deep calming breath.

A whine escaped their throat as he tapped the head of his cock against their lips, spreading precum on them as he went. They stuck their tongue out giving his member kitten licks, before he grew impatient and began to shallowly thrust into their mouth. He quickly gained speed as his hand threaded through their quiff and grabbed onto their hair hard enough for them to feel a slight burn in their scalp. They were forced to open their mouth as wide as they could go as he began to aggressively fuck their throat. They could feel the corner of their mouth burn as he stretched them wider than either Shanks or Mihawk had ever done. They were just thankful they no longer had an issue with their gag reflux or it would already make an already uncomfortable situation worse. They let out a deep exhale when he finally bottomed out, their nose pressed into his pubic bone. They mistook his stillness as an act of kindness before he grabbed their right hand and wrapped it around their throat. Their eyes widened beneath the mask as they felt just how deep he was inside of them.

Another whine formed in their throat, the vibration pulling a groan from their surprise at the inadvertent stimulation of his cock. He began to pull back and thrust in at a brutal pace. Their mind felt hazy as they attempted to figure out who was fucking their throat. It had to be someone both Mihawk and Shanks trusted, at least enough to leave them alone with them. The scent of cigarettes ruled out some of the crew, but not by much. They tried to wrack their brain about what would cause such specific callouses. Their thoughts were interrupted as a low groan escaped from him, as he released down their throat. Their senses were overstimulated by the hot release of his bitter seeds. They breathed heavily through their nose as they did their best to take his load. While they were able to take most of it, there was no way they could swallow all of it. The bit that they did not successfully swallow was immediately pushed back into their mouth. They gasped for air once he had finally pulled back his now limp cock. They panted softly as their breathing evened out. Before they could fully catch their breath, they were flipped on to their stomach. One of his hands pushed them down into the bed between their shoulder blades, while his other held onto their hip keeping their lower half exposed up in the air. The surprise let out a low whistle as he nudged their legs apart giving him a front-row seat to their now exposed pussy.

They found themself gasping as he thrusted two fingers past their entrance without warning. They were acutely aware of his calloused fingers thrusting and curling within them. They couldn’t help but moan shamelessly as his fingers curled and swiped against their front wall. They could feel their orgasm quickly approaching as his girthy fingers hit places within them that they could only dream of reaching. The motion he used felt akin to pulling a trigger on a gun. A gasp escaped them as the realization of who their surprise was. Before they could process their new discovery, they inadvertently called it out through a loud groan.

“Fuck, Beck,” They whined pushing back against him to get as much stimulation as possible. A deep chuckle sounded off behind them as he held a firm grip on their waist to keep them stationary as his fingers sped up.

“Figure it out already, pretty boy?” he grunted, speeding up his thrust. They could only whine in response as their orgasm approached at a rapid speed.

“What was the tip-off?” he asked playfully.

“Callouses,” They gasped, a loud moan pulled at their vocal cords as their orgasm crashed against them. Beck let them ride out their release before prodding any further.

“Callouses?” he asked as they basked in the afterglow of their first orgasm.

“From your gun,” they panted, trying to pull themself back together, “You’re the only one on this crew that smokes, favors guns, and that Shanks would trust enough alone with me.”

“Huh, you’re smarter than you look kid,” Beck said both to praise and insult them, easing his fingers out of their cunt.

“Plus, you just fingered me.” They added.

“Oh, and how does that give away who I am?” he asked.

“You didn’t fuck me right away. You gotta wait to get hard again.” They responded in a know-it-all tone. They yelped as Beck smacked their pussy hard instead of responding right away. They thought they were safe until he landed two more slaps against their lower lips each harder than the last.

“You got a smart mouth,” Beck said, tone tight.

“Yeah, the fuck you gonna do about it?” they snarked back.

“I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you,” Beck grunted, thrusting into them without warning, “But I bet a slut like you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

They gasped against the sudden intrusion, before holding their ground.

“We’re gonna be here for a while if we gotta wait for you. Unless you popped some pills before we started,” they said, a smirk clear in their voice as they doubled down. They didn’t have a moment to react before Beck’s hand came down on their ass hard before swinging back down on them in the same instant backhanding their other cheek. They felt not only the swift pain from his palm but also the welts beginning to bloom where his rings had landed on their backside. They let out a pained cry, as tears pricked their eyes.

“Fuck,” Beck groaned at their walls sucking him in and clenching tight around him from their pain, “I can’t believe how many times I’ve had to listen to Shanks go on and on about how you’re their good boy. Maybe that charade works on them, but I know what a brat you really are. You’re just a slut for attention. Fuck I wonder how many crew members you’d let fuck you just to be the center of attention.”

“N-no one,” they gasped as his fleeting patience subsided as he pulled all the way out and thrust back into their heat at a breakneck pace.

“Baby there’s no reason to deny it. You’re such a slut you were gonna let anyone from the crew fuck you if it meant you getting your way.” Beck grunted, his pace never letting up.

“Fuck, Beck,” they moaned, mind growing hazy, “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Is that right?” he grunted in response, the sound of him pounding into them from behind filled the room. A loud smack was heard each time his pubic bone slapped against their ass.

“No,” they moaned, trying their best to stay balanced on their forearms while his brutal pace only grew faster, “I just want Sir and Daddy an-and you” they fought to get out.

“Really?” he grunted,

“Yes,” they cried in response, “I’ve had a crush on you since I joined.” They confessed as their walls began to spasm, moments away from their orgasm. They toppled over the edge squeezing Beck hard. He gasped pulling out seconds before he would have cum in their heat. His still erect cock pulse against their ass, as he panted. They whimpered at the empty feeling as they came back down to earth.

Before they had time to react, he flipped them over onto their back, tearing the sleep mask off them; only to reveal their watery eyes looking up at him through their lashes.

“You only want me and your doms?” he panted, cock pulsing against their thigh.

“Yes,” they nodded as tears escaped them from the overstimulation. He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. They moaned in unison as Beck once again filled them to the brim before he threw their legs over his well-defined shoulders and pressed up into them in a mating press.

“Well, I guess we better start making up for lost time,” he smirked looking down at them fondly, before snapping his hips back and into them again. They could only whine in response, their brain no longer capable of forming coherent thoughts. They stayed connected for the majority of the night, as Beck bent, stretched and stuffed them into delirium.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read ^-^. If you follow my other stories I'm going to stop trying to have an update schedule and instead update when I can in no particular order. Work/applying to school is just making my schedule a nightmare.

Hopefully updating soon.

-Locke

#dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #red haired shanks x reader #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #benn beckman x reader #smut #one piece one shot #nonbinary reader #cross posted on ao3

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genderfluid-insomniac · 3 days

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little regressor reader with wukong and macaque oneshot

You occasionally forgot that sometimes both of your boyfriends stop by without telling you and of course, it had to be the one night you were regressed. Your favorite soft blankets are on the floor with one of them hanging over you like a canopy and one of your favorite plushes in your hand while you watch your favorite movie you watched during your childhood. Your mind is preoccupied with the colorful pictures flashing across the screen on your laptop. When you felt your mind start falling into that fuzzy place you quickly got changed out of your professional work clothes.

The soft and fuzzy fabric clothes eliminate any overstimulation and the yummy snack in the big bowl in front of you with a bag of candy you’d gotten as a reward for all the overtime you had worked this week on the side. When you’re regressed you’re usually non-verbal and have around a 6-year-old mindset but the only ones who even knew were Mei and MK who accidentally found out. The only reason they even found out was that you weren’t answering their texts and burst into your apartment only to see you in your living room watching Bluey happily.

The happy mood quickly changed when you started tearing up and ran into your room hoping that both of you could forget the last couple minutes, it only took a couple of minutes though for them to convince you it was okay and remember you were still regressed. For the next hour, Mei played puppy videos for you while she stopped MK from eating all of your snacks and eventually bingeing a whole season of Monkey King the Animated Series which was mostly MK’s idea. Usually, whenever you felt like you were slipping you would call those two but both of them were busy so you decided to set yourself up with a movie and such for the night.

You ate another piece of candy and were more focused on the movie you were watching when you heard a knock on your window, turned to it with your soft plushie in hand, and locked eyes with both of your boyfriends. Panic shot through you and in an instant, you grabbed your phone, ran into your closet, and shutting it. Wukong and Macaque came over to hang out with you since this week had been busy for all of you but they hadn’t expected this.

Of course, both of their first thoughts were that you were adorable in that outfit and it only made them want to cuddle you even more. “Sunshine, what’s the matter? It’s just us.” the king asked in a concerned tone. However, when they saw you cry in shock at you seeing them Wukong climbed through the window while Macaque portaled in and crouched next to the closet. “What’s wrong, lotus? Is everything okay?” he asked softly and knocked gently on the door. You couldn’t help the whimpers that came out and shakily found Mei’s contact, slowly typing the situation and wiping the tears falling down your cheeks.

Wukong had crouched next to Macaque outside the closet and looked around your room, noticing all the comfy blankets and pillows that created a safe and cozy vibe. It was endearing and frankly adorable to them both but you were in distress and that took priority over anything. You hiccuped but called Mei and put her on speaker as instructed. “It’s alright, Name. I promise that they both won’t judge you and if they do I’ll test if they really are immortal.” Mei said and growled through the phone. Both monkeys stilled when they heard Mei’s threat and Wukong started sputtering out that he’d never judge you only to be hit in the head by the warrior beside him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed tiredly. “Let the dragon girl explain before we go jumping to conclusions.” he groaned and sat down a foot away from the closet, Wukong following him and watching you crack the door open just a bit. You could make out both of them through your tears and slide the phone to them, holding on tight to your plushie and hoping Mei would take care of everything despite not being there. “First off, Name I’m sorry MK and I couldn’t be there and could you pretty please open the door enough to let them see you? Could you also knock when you’ve done it?” she asked and waited till you knocked after opening the door enough, still curling in on yourself and flicking your eyes back and forth.

”Good job, Name! Such a good job!” she praised and you smiled a bit, rubbing your cheek with one hand and sniffling. “Secondly, this is for you both, this is a healthy coping mechanism called age regression that’s used by people who suffer from different kinds of trauma and people mentally and emotionally return to a younger age. It’s not often seen as “normal” by society because people are jerks but the age ranges from person to person. Name is usually around the age of 6 or 7 and normally non-verbal when they regress.” she explained and you teared up again when Mei mentioned how trauma is often a cause, tightly hugging your plushie and staring at the phone when you felt both pairs of eyes on you.

Both simians’ hearts sank when she explained it as a coping mechanism for trauma and how it must have been weighing on you if either of them found out. Macaque got the general idea of it and now understood why you hadn’t spoken at all, interacting wouldn’t be an issue since he was already good at reading micro-expressions and smiling softly at you from across the phone. “Okay, I think I get it now. It should be easy hopefully to pick up from where they left off before we got here and I’m guessing that they’ll be more emotionally sensitive,” he asked and nodded when Mei confirmed as Wukong looked at you with pity.

It must have been nerve-racking keeping this big of a secret from them both and he couldn’t be mad at you for something this safe to you. His tail lay limp on the floor as you tentatively looked up with tears sometimes falling down your cheeks and he reached out a hand before stopping since you still looked a bit scared. The tough chest armor he was wearing didn’t help him seem cuddly and he took it off before leaving in a random corner of your room, standing up much to his partner’s chagrin and walking over to snatch a couple of candies from the bowl you had. “What you doing? Were you listening to anything of what Mei said?” the shadow monkey asked annoyed.

The king carefully sat back down next to him and gave him one of the pieces of candy he had. By now Mei had hung up and given you the phone back. “I was listening and I’m going to help them calm down!” he retorted and popped one of them in his mouth. As expected it tasted tasty and he looked toward Macaque who also copied him, humming when he ate it and shifting his gaze toward you. You pouted when your boyfriend stole three pieces of your favorite candy and narrowed your eyes when Wukong offered the third piece to you.

“Why don’t you have some? It’s yummy!” he said and further stretched out his hand to you, “Also sorry I technically stole it.” You carefully to the candy from his hand and popped it into his mouth while both monkeys bickered with one another. “Wow, THE Great Sage apologized for stealing?” Macaque sassed him and dramatically put a hand on his chest while you unwrapped the candy, smiling at them both and slowly shuffling over to Wukong. You climbed onto his lap and left your plushie on the floor so you could squish his face with both hands. “Wu Wu” you murmured and cooed which got the attention of both lovers.

They both looked at you as they talked to one another while you stayed confused but happily played with the loose bits of clothing. “Didn’t Mei say they didn’t speak when they regressed?” Wukong asked with a raised brow and briefly glanced at you who didn’t seem to have a care in the world at the moment. “No she said they’re normally non-verbal but seeing as we’re their lovers I’m guessing this is going to be usually as it goes. Your nickname is cute though.” he teased him and you then sat on Macaque’s lap, ignoring the eye roll he got. You got distracted by the very soft fabric of his scarf and nuzzled your face into it. “Mac.” you murmured and decided that it was better than most of your blankets.

Wukong started laughing richly and quickly moved to the nearby laptop and unpaused to the movie when Macaque portaled you both over to the blanket-like nest, moving you to face forward and letting you have his scarf while you were regressed. “Someone’s soft aren’t they?” Wukong teased back and wrapped his tail around your waist, ruffling your hair and passing the snacks to you. He then remembered you had dropped your plushie on the ground when you went to hug him and went to get it however you whined when he got up. Both of them found it adorably cute and you gripped his shirt, looking at him and tugging him back to you. They would look forward to this every time you regressed.

#lmk x reader #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #six eared macaque x reader #six eared macaque

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tenderfxck · 2 years

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Can you write for submissive alhaitham? Imagine arguing over something trivial and just pinning him down and breaking him :D but ofc the onion boy would not go down without a fight, and that's where the fun begins <3

this got longer than i expected. um.

this is switch/bottom al haitham. sorry if that wasn’t what you were looking for but uhhhh. inspiration struck my dick and here we are.

contents: switch! al haitham, bottom! al haitham, gn!reader, no reader genitals mentioned, can be read as strap or not, he gets pegged/fucked :P, overstim, brat taming, light orgasm denial, begging

edit: i woke up this morning and found some issues. i went ahead and fixed them and last night’s me will be appropriately drawn and quartered for not proofreading closely enough

it all started when he mumbled a snide remark under his breath.

you had just finished chiding him for being too brusque with some poor akademiya students when you turned to take leave of his office, determined to decompress after dealing with that proud scribe.

it seemed to have been building, this tension between you two, and al haitham was irked enough to push it a just a bit more.

“well maybe you should stop with the niceties and people might actually respect you.”

he watched as you froze in front of him, a faint smirk crossing his face as he saw your perturbed look as you turned back to meet his gaze.

“mr. scribe, do not confuse kindness for a weak will.”

this was rare.

he’s only seen this look that’s currently overtaking your facade a few times before; only when he’s really struck a chord in your arguments.

he laughs quietly, mockingly as he crosses his arms and rests his back against the grand bookcase behind his desk. “well maybe if you knew how to assert dominance instead of resorting to being an absolute pushover you could—“

he feels the push of something before he's pinned between the wall and you.

he never knew you were capable of being assertive, let alone this. his chest tightens, breath catching as he stares back into your darkening eyes.

"assert dominance, huh?"

your knee finds its place between haitham's legs, drawing the open so easily in his paralyzed state.

"dominance. . ."

. . .

“ah- ah- ah- ggh!”

archons. his voice is hoarse, yet he still can’t stop it from rhythmically crying out, a chorus of moans punctuating each harsh meeting of hips. his cock is starting to feel numb. you already rode him twice until he completely emptied himself in you, yet now your thumb still rubs at the tip, taking in every broken little sob of him saying it’s “too much.”

“wasn’t it you who said i needed to- what was it?”

you thrust into him sharply, uncaring for his worn and overstimulated body. all he can do is gasp out, cock throbbing in your grasp.

“assert dominance?”

fuck. he feels so full. his face is buried in one of the pillows on the chaise lounge of the study, no doubt probably stained with his drool by now. his knees dug into the soft, green velvet, ass poised up high, being fucked so earnestly by you.

"i'm simply demonstrating my aptitude."

you continue this steady, constant pace, fucking him flat into the sofa while all he can do is sob out such cute, broken little moans and grab helplessly at the plush upholstery.

who knew you kept something like that hidden away, ready to be used like this.

“please, t-too—ah! much. . .”

“hush. no more whining, now, just take it all, mr. scribe.”

you gave a particularly harsh thrust after, punctuating your teasing nickname before setting that harsh pace again.

he felt like he was losing his grip. his normal sensibilities were now nowhere to be found, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of you filling him up and the urge to beg you for more, more, more.

and he hated it.

“haah. . . stop—ggh! using me you p-please, asshole. . .”

it was just too much. the hand digging into his soft hips, the other that teased his spent cock, the brutal pace of you pounding into his ass, so completely at your mercy.

“fuck. . . g-gonna cum again!” he gasps, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sees stars cloud the edge of his vision.

your hips still and your hands are suddenly no where. the sensation abruptly dulls, leaving him unsatisfied. but the burning urge remains, twitching helplessly at the loss of stimulation.

“nonono- fuck! why. . .” he huffs sharply, thoroughly pissed off.

his cock throbbed between his legs, laying swollen and neglected against his thigh. he was leaking from the relentless teasing of your hands, only pushed farther by the lewdness of your pressing so deep into him. he was so certain he had nothing left to give but fuck did he want—need to cum again.

“we’ll i’m just a pushover to you, aren’t i? so i did just what i was told.”

you shifted ever so slightly, slipping that much farther out of his hole, al haitham sobbing at the loss of sensation.

“and stopped.”

archons, no. he was so fucking close to the edge. he needed that release. needed to be roughly fucked to completion. needed to call out your name as he came all over his spent body as you used his hole as you pleased.

fuck his pride. he needs you.

"i-i'm sorry" he keens, shame forgotten, instead heaving and writhing before you. "i'm sorry, just please- archons, ggh. . . please just-" he looks up at you above him, lashes decorated with desperate tears, wiggling those divine hips against you as he pitifully, submissively, finally begs-

"fuck me!"

a sinful smirk spread across your face as you reach you forearm around al haitham's neck, pulling him up into a headlock, his body flush with yours. his back arches so sweetly against your form as you harshly thrust yourself back in, all the way to the base. al haitham chokes out a surprised moan, eyes rolling back as he melts, completely surrendering to you.

"glady, mr. scribe."

#i’ll show myself the door #i’m having a switch moment myself #im sorry this took forever but my excuse is that i moved across the country #please enjoy <3 #tender thoughts #tender answers #al haitham smut #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham x you #alhaitham x you #bottom al haitham #bottom alhaitham

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y2kuromi · 10 months

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࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! prologue: dear nagi,

synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you’ve loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. “heavily inspired by tatbilb”

𝖎. series: seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) | wc: 2.8k | contents: semi-angst (if you squint) chaos, fake dating trope. kinda? forced proximity. toxic/fake friends, cheating! heavy pining second person (you/your/yours) flashbacks & swearing in italics .

𝖎𝖎. notes: (y/n)'s last name is adara-sawako although it's not entirely important, i just imagined her as mixed because lara-jean is mixed. the oc's only exist for plot. this chapter is a bit boring but it gets good i promise!

⇆ series masterlist next chapter: parallel lines

THURSDAY ,

. . . ❀ you vividly believed love existed far beyond the body. a bittersweet entanglement of the souls. you could find love in almost everything: the rain pattering gently on concrete, sliding intimately down flower petals. the sun bathing the universe in it’s golden haze. you gawked at the sky and you saw love. in truth, you found love in things a plethora of people wouldn’t understand

you’d found love in his spiky orange hair and the fuzzy undercut he took pride in. you found love in his twinkling auburn eyes and his broad arms that felt like the safest place in the world. you fell in love with how humble he was and you fell in love with his morals. you knew him like the back for your hand

despite all these intricacies, rensuke kunigami wasn’t yours.

kunigami was minai’s boyfriend and you adored him just as much as she did. maybe even more…before he belonged solely to her, the three of you had been peas in a pod. then they started hanging out without you and slowly drifted away.

you were pleasantly surprised when kunigami asked to hangout. just the two of you. no minai. your heart hummed in your chest and heat rose to your face as you agreed. your fingers trembled and the thought of spending time with the boy you loved ran rampant in your head. it all came crashing down when he sat down nervously on your bed in the middle of fifa ‘21

“i need your advice on something” his fingers splayed absentmindedly on the faded bonobono plush on your bed, “i like someone”

for a split second you thought it was you. everything would make sense then, maybe him and minai had been working on his feelings together. maybe he liked you. then you saw the way he looked into space, the soft blush that tinged his cheeks and you knew it wasn’t for you

you mentally ran through a list of girls it could be. kunigami didn’t hang around with a lot of girls. could it be sora? the girl from his history class? minai?

“who is it ren” you asked, ignoring the blood rushing to your head, “i’m sure they like you back”

his lips parted, and you wished you knew what it felt like to kiss them. the name was near dripping off his tongue..then his phone rang. and suddenly he had to go.

that night you wrote your letter to kunigami. dear ren…

your eyes prickled with tears that hurt to shed. it would be an understatement to say you cried a lot that night. you sobbed more than you’d even done before. you missed the days when the three of you were inseparable. you missed the days when you’d been a close knit group of six.

you, sei, rin, kunigami, sora and minai

you knew no one stayed forever, but goodbyes never got easier. they left you feeling hollow and broken, holding on tightly to memories that stung. so you let them go. you let go of all the hurt and made new friends. friends that did the clinging rather than you.

kunigami was the one clinging to the past now. minai moved out of the country and he’d begged to do long distance. minai had adamantly said no. she didn’t cry, her voice didn’t even waver. once minai made up her mind she never went back.

he made it your problem entirely, dragging you to the bleachers to talk about himself daily without fail. you were a bit irritated he’d encroached on your after school routine but you were too nice to complain to his face

“i just..i didn’t think she’d really leave me” he frowned. the two of you were sitting on the bleachers sharing seaweed snacks

“people don’t tell you they’re going to leave” you said pointedly, pausing to chew the salty flakes “unless they really mean it”

“i at least thought we’d do long distance” he frowned, “i didn’t want to lose her”

“maybe she didn’t want to lose you, long distance isn’t exactly child’s play” you mused, licking flakes off your fingers

“do you think she’ll change her mind?” he asked. his warm auburn eyes were filled with so much sadness, your heart hurt

“you never know kuni” you shrugged, gathering your books from the metal seat and standing up, “need to train for the semi-finals tomorrow, see ya”

“(y/n) wait” his thick hand grabbed at your wrist. as soon as he did it your heart paused. you forgot to breathe for that fleeting second “promise me you won’t leave me too”

“what?”

“just promise me please” your resolve weakened then. he needed you. rensuke kunigami, the boy you loved a bittersweet year ago, needed you

“i promise” you said feebly, “now let me go, i want to get in some practice before the other girls show up” much to your satisfaction, the sweet ginger let you go

you ran to the gymnasium with your heart crying out profanities. no. you couldn’t like him again. you just couldn’t. that would be really unlucky

you thought there was no such thing as bad luck. things happened. people come and go, no one lives forever. this notion helped you deal with the loss of your father.

you still missed him every day. when you lose your favourite person the emptiness is near impossible to fill. you drowned yourself in student council projects, part-time jobs and volleyball to fill the void.

sometimes you wished you could go back to the simplicity of grade school. when your only problem was wondering whether you and nagi would play animal crossing: new leaf or read bonobono

but you knew that wasn't possible. nagi was a stranger to you now.

you slipped into the changing room, the air conditioning was permanently on and goosebumps rose to attention on your soft skin

you substituted your school uniform for the comfortable volleyball tee and shorts. you tucked the blazer with houndstooth lapels into your locker and stuffed the silk skirt and dress shirt under it. you slipped on your trainers and jogged out of the freezing room.

you drummed your fingers absentmindedly against the hard volley ball you picked up from the basket by the net.

hakuho's girls team had the semi finals tomorrow and you needed to be on top of your game. there was nothing harder than being the team captain and the libero. at the dying moment it all came down to you

the pressure made your limbs ache but you'd never give up. your dad had loved volleyball, he'd taken you to watch countless games as a child, swinging you on his broad shoulders so you could see above the crowds. you'd wear matching jerseys and get sticky ice-cream sundaes and steaming bowls of nikujaga at night markets to celebrate

you squeezed your eyes shut, bouncing the ball off the wall and digging it aggressively. you refused to cry despite the stinging in your wrists and the pang in your chest. pain was motivation rather than a weakness.

"christ (y/n) what'd the ball do to deserve that?" kiyomi’s voice echoed through the gymnasium. your (e/c) eyes shot open and your eyes settled on your teammates strolling towards you leisurely arms laden with duffle bags, bentos and crystal clear bottles of water

"no food in my gym" you said teasingly, stretching out of your stance and plopping down on the floor

“how long have you been in here for?”

“not too long” you said honestly, “i was stuck with relationship counselling”

“kuni?” kiyomi asked,sitting down beside you “speaking of break ups guess who broke up!”

kiyomi grinned, tucking her strawberry blonde hair neatly behind her ears. her green eyes sparkled as she basked in the attention of the team.

“nagi and sora! she dumped his sorry ass for a college guy she met over spring break. and i bet she was cheating on him too"

"no way!" you gasped, clasping a hand over your mouth. you'd never thought sora would grow to become a cheater. then again, that went to show people weren't really what they seemed

"why is everyone breaking up? is something in the air?”

“aww i feel so bad for nagi, he’s really cute”

“he didn’t deserve that, sora’s such a little bi-”

"the semi-finals against niiyama are tomorrow" you said quickly, cutting off the chorus of reactions, “as bad as we all feel for nagi, we’ll feel a billion times worse if we don’t bring our a-game tomorrow”

“you heard the captain” kiyomi sang, “two laps round the gym and then practice your serving”

your teammates obediently broke into groups, leaving you and kiyomi sitting cross legged by the wall

“is he okay?” you asked, nibbling on your bottom lip

“who?” she asked, shooting you a knowing look, “the first boy you ever loved? the ok to your lala? (y/n), i think you need a boyfriend, it’ll save you a lot of stress”

“cut it out kiyo” you groaned, burying your face in your hands, “i’m just worried, he was my best friend”

“i don’t think he’s in school today” she said, “he wasn’t in econs, and reo came in without him this morning.”

“shit” you grimaced, “she’s horrible, nagi’s a softie at heart and she probably shattered his-”

“he shattered yours” kiyo said pointedly, “i say karma bit him in the ass.”

“you’re horrible too” you said, laughing as you shook your head.

“you love me” she giggled, “can we hit the konbini before we go to your place? can’t have a sleepover without snacks”

“i’ll think about it” you mused, pushing yourself off the floor and jogging towards the court.

nagi seishiro was the first boy you’d ever loved. the only boy you’d ever kissed. and the first boy you’d written a love letter to. you were fourteen when you fell out of love with him. you were seventeen now and your heart no longer belonged the grey eyed boy. it belonged to no one.

at least that’s what you thought. before your thoughts were consumed by kunigami and nagi now.

long after training, long after the konbini run and long after kiyomi had fallen asleep. you’d crept out of your downy sheets and sifted through your closet.

satisfied when you stumbled upon the (f/c) box at the back. you trudged back to your bed — careful to not wake kiyomi up— and pulled the letters out. there were five in total. to all the boys you’d loved before. seishiro, rin, yoichi, meguru and rensuke. in chronological order. you picked up the first letter

a smile flickered across your face. you vividly remembered what it felt like to pour out your feelings for the first time and seal them in a lemon scented envelope. you’d picked out a bonobono stamp and written nagi’s address in your best cursive….

dear nagi,

it feels so so so weird to call you that. you’ve always been sei to me. i closed my eyes for a second and you became this popular soccer star i barely recognise. and you also got a girlfriend. right after kissing me at rin’s house two years ago.

did you know that when you kissed me it meant everything to me? you’ve always meant a lot to me in retrospect. but in that moment all i wanted was to hold your hand and never let go of you. but i did. i had to. because sora liked you, and you liked her. so why did you kiss me sei? it’s not like we were playing truth or dare or anything. you said i smelled like citrus and then proceeded to steal my first kiss. although i don’t think it really counts as stealing, it belonged to you anyway. it was everything i’d dreamed of and more. i felt like fireworks erupted from every fiber of my being but it was the most natural thing ever. only you made me feel that way. it was over just as suddenly as it started. you went back to playing call of duty like nothing happened. it meant nothing to you. i knew that. yet i thought about it every single second of the day for two years.

and those two years have been torture. i think i lost a few years of my life every time you kissed sora. which was a lot by the way. if i die young, you are solely to blame.

i blame you for a lot of things. it’s not entirely fair but leaving me wasn’t either. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you. i tried. believe me i did. it should’ve been really easy to. you’re the most selfish person i know. it’s honestly a mystery how we stayed friends for so long

do you even remember how we became friends in the first place? you’re never going to see this letter but i’ll remind you anyways. you’ve always been special. you’re amazing, it goes without saying. that’s what made you stand out to me. while other boys ran helter skelter in the playground you would read manga in a corner or play video games. i remember you were reading bonobono, which was my current fave because i was reading it with my dad. i told you everything under the sun about my life, my family, my interests and you just listened, not bothering to shake me off. i stuck to you like glue. we were only seven then. it’s been seven years and i guess the glue’s worn off

i miss you. as a friend more than anything. it sucks that you and sora chose to stop being friends with me, i didn’t deserve that. after all, you kissed me. i thought you were twisted for making me fall in love with you. but now i’ve realised it was inevitable. for a plethora of reasons

firstly, we were inseparable, you know that phrase i loved saying ‘two peas in a pod’ i swore they coined it just for us. we were practically joined at the hip. always there for each other, even if it was just companionable silence.

did you know it meant the world to me when you came to my dad’s funeral last year? i didn’t expect you to show. you never show up for anything. i think that’s one of your only flaws –you’re selfish. you’re unreliable and you’re confusing but then i saw you sitting way at the back, struggling to stay awake and knowing you cared about me enough to show up meant so much to me. it still means a lot to me sei

secondly, you just understood me on a fundamental level. you didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything, except yourself. it was refreshing to be around someone who was like that, sometimes. but mostly you were just likeable. you were cool, funny, smart. i could tell you whatever i wanted without feeling judged. you were so indifferent. it balanced me out. i care so much about everything. despite being polar opposites, you just got me…

and lastly, the most annoying thing about you honestly is how attractive you are and you don’t even try. your stupid messy hair is softer than fresh winter snow. i love winter. i loved you. and your lackadaisical demeanour, i loved your grey eyes, i loved that dumb :x face you always made. i loved sharing secrets and lemon tea with you. i loved sneaking off to the arcade with you. i loved picking out choki with you. i loved watching rom coms with your mom. i loved you nagi. you were the first boy i’d ever loved. i say loved because i like someone else now.

i never thought i would. but i do! i met him a week ago at summer camp. and he’s everything you’re not. he’s sweet and kind, caring and considerate, and he makes me laugh. and he loves strawberry ice cream. not tangy lemon sorbet . and he likes me. the only thing you're incapable of

so i relinquish you from my heart seishiro nagi. it's something i should have done ages ago. i wish you the worst best with sora, i could care less now. the two of you deserve each other anyways. you’re a match made in hell heaven

(y/n) adara-sawako

p.s. i'm sure you're elated to hear it didn't work out with the guy from camp. his name was isagi and he's still ten times better than you. and you and sora are a horrible couple. what is it your ninth break up this week?

you set the letter down, face flushing with embarrassment. you remembered your feelings being intense but you’d almost forgotten how strong they were. you grimaced as you stuffed all the letters under your pillow and drifted to sleep. you promised yourself you’d get rid of them first thing in the morning

but when you woke up they were gone. and so was kiyomi

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Salad Days, Chapter 6: Just You and Me, Punk Rock Girl

(Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter directory here

Light sex warning for the beginning- 18+ plz

This chapter took me a while - I wrote the beginning the same night I wrote the first and second chapters. Then I realized I think I'm more comfortable writing horrific and sad moments than sweet moments and I kinda froze trying to fill the plot in around it lol.

Thank you so much to everyone reading this!!! The fact that it's actually getting notes makes me really, really happy :)

Also this chapter's run of songs contains a secret song in the spotify playlist oooooh

Oh my mama mama mo-my-mum

Have you kept an eye, an eye on your son?

I know you've got problems, you're not the only one

Since your sugar left, left you on the run

The gas cans felt good in his hands. Heavy. Smooth plastic snug in his fingers. His grip was tight. He reveled in the sound of the liquid sloshing around. The unmistakable smell.

Everybody fucking hated him. Every second of every day, he felt like his brain was on fire. A full body burn begging him to get out.

Get out now.

It's not like anyone was inside. The old library had been gutted weeks ago. They were supposed to demolish it next week. If he really thought about it… he was doing them a favor.

Yeah. So do it. Who gives a fuck.

He busted a window and stuck his leg inside, stepping into the decayed, old building. It smelled like dust. It smelled like school.

Stupid Frank and Susan.

Stupid Heather Hills.

Stupid Rodrick. Going nowhere, doing nothing, being nothing. Stupid.

The smell was strong, but he liked it.

He grinned, he nearly hyperventilated as he doused as much as he could.

Dizzy in his head, laughing maniacally

Breathing in fumes, killing brain cells.

What did it matter.

He shook the last drops out of the second can and tossed it across the room.

He struck a match. Let it burn out.

Struck another. Toss.

The fire erupted.

He stood there to watch it for a second, and ducked back out the window.

He knew he wouldn't have much time to admire his work, so he started running.

Deep into the woods.

He stopped and saw a ball of flames rise in the distance. The ground rumbled. His eyes went wide. He ran all the way home.

Nobody even knew he was gone. He'd left music playing in his room so it'd sound like he never left.

He watched the living room from the top of the stairs. A news report was on.

The library was directly on top of an open gas line. No fucking kidding.

Half the street went up in flames.

It's not like there was much on that street anyway, besides a strip mall with one or two active tenants. Closed for the night. No injuries reported.

His mom was crying. His dad was in shock. Greg and Manny were already asleep.

How could something like this happen? his mom whispered.

They're saying it was just some freak accident. They can't put it out. It's going to burn straight down to the foundation. Frank, incredulous.

Rodrick was silent.

Words to memorize

Words hypnotize

Words make my mouth exercise

Words all fail the magic prize

Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs

“Hey,” a cool hand on his face, “where are you? Are you okay?”

He’s sent flying back to reality suddenly, looking up into your eyes. He looks frazzled. He’s not sure where that came from. All he knows is that he can never tell you.

“I'm fine,” he breathes, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing. Like he’s making sure you’re real.

How could he not be fine? The realization of what's going on hits him like a brick and he squeezes you harder.

He looks up at you like you're a goddess. Hips perfectly situated on his, eyes glinting in the low light of your bedroom. Every subtle movement you make sends a twitch through his body. Breath hitching through plush pink lips, mouth agape.

“I'm fucking amazing,” he sighs.

“Okay, good. Thought I lost you for a second.” you smile, placing a hand on his chest. His heart is racing.

You move your hips, just a little, testing the water.

He throws his head back and huffs, moving with you. He always figured that this- all of this- would be good, but he never dreamed it would be this good. It must be something special about you, he thinks.

You keep smiling down at him.

“If you wanna pick it up a little bit, go ahead,”

“P-pick it up?”

You raise yourself up off him a little, and then send yourself back down. He shudders, a grin spreading across his face. You keep it up, laughing softly, slowly bouncing up and down, skin slapping skin. Obscene, wet sounds. A groan comes from deep within his throat. He's thrusting up to meet you, knuckles white on your hips.

You haven’t had an impressive amount of sex in your life, but you’ve certainly had some experiences. Nothing has ever been like this. Rodrick is looking at you- not your body- he’s looking into your eyes. His eye contact has a sense of pleading, his lips are trembling. You lean down to kiss him. It’s tender. It’s intimate. You’d figured he’d be quick and chaotic. Experienced, maybe, but not learned.

Everything just feels so good.

His hands are gentle on your back, rubbing up around your shoulder blades. You feel his hips roll, and it sends waves of heat through your body. You keep a slow and passionate pace together, it feels like your bodies are perfectly in tune with each other.

“I can't believe that you… I…” Rodrick breathes, his brain turned to mush.

“I know,” a sharp breath leaves you as he hits a certain spot.

You speed up, both of you seeming to know what you need. Your bodies glisten with sweat, and you throw your head back, hands anchored to his shoulders. His hands move up to your chest, gently squeezing, then ghosting down your ribcage. His hands- so large, so strong. They’re slightly weathered, calloused from his drumsticks, and they’re so warm. His bony hips poke into your thighs with every thrust. You can just feel him. All of him.

Then you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I think I…” Rodrick gasps.

You look down at him, your eyes warm, reassuring him. You feel close too, still warmed up from earlier. He ruts up into you, flushed and panting. You feel yourself squeeze around him, your vision blurring slightly, as a rush of tingles runs through your whole body, and that seems to send him over the edge. He stops suddenly, breathing heavily, holding your hip down onto his, the other cupping your face. His eyes squeeze shut, then open wide, and roll back into his head.

You both sit and recover for a second, gasping for air, looking at each other. You roll off of him, and lay next to him, exhausted. He reaches out desperately to grab your thigh, as you turn to your side and throw your arm over his chest. You reach up and feel his cheek. His skin is hot, and slightly stubbled.

“I’m glad I didn’t wait.”

“You were gonna wait?” He pants.

“I don’t usually do that. That fast. But now I know.”

“Know what?” He turns his head to look at you, eyes tired.

“That I really, definitely like you.”

He laughs, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“I really, definitely like you too.”

You wriggle the comforter out from underneath you, and throw it over the both of you. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off, hands on each other, legs tangled.

For the first time in a long time, Rodrick dreams of absolutely nothing.

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

Lose sensations, spare the insults, save them for another day

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

Rodrick wakes up before you, lifting his head in confusion at his unfamiliar surroundings. Until he feels your arm draped over him, and remembers where he is. It’s still early, and you’re dead asleep. He smiles, pulling you closer to him. He gazes over your face, lit up in the early morning light. You stir, coming to rest your head on his bare chest, and he’s so happy he could cry.

“Go back to sleep,” you mumble.

He does.

You wake once the sun is all the way up, blinking at the beams coming in through your window. Rodrick has an iron hold on you, and little snores are coming from him.

You can see your alarm clock from where you are, and it’s a little after 9 AM.

You turn slightly onto your back, and feel Rodrick moving.

“You up?” You look over at him. His eyelids are heavy, and there’s a lazy smile on his face.

“I’m up,” he sighs.

“Glad you didn’t sneak out on me.” You chuckle.

“Why would I do that?” His voice is sleepy, and a little whiny.

“I don’t know. Boys are weird.”

He gives you one last squeeze before he lets you up.

“You wanna shower?” You ask, running a hand through your hair.

The water is warm, and you can finally see Rodrick’s lanky body in all its glory. Steam fills the bathroom, and his face is slightly flushed.

“So, last night,” Rodrick stretches under the stream of water. You find yourself admiring the lightly defined muscles in his back, and fighting the urge to smack his ass. Maybe later.

“What about it?” You smirk, squeezing some body wash onto a washcloth.

“It was… real? Like, it happened, right?” He turns around, eyebrow raised, grinning smugly.

“As far as I'm aware,” you laugh, beginning to scrub yourself.

Rodrick pauses, water running down his shoulders.

“Wow,” he smiles, then his face falters just a little, “and… you enjoyed it?”

You give him a look, wringing out your washcloth. Instead of answering him, you just step forward and kiss him, warm water flowing over you. Your hands travel over his body, slick with water and soap. You pull away.

“Duh.” You smile.

You dry off. Rodrick's wet hair is wild, and he still has a little bit of eyeliner on.

He grabs his clothes from the night before, and you stop him.

“Are you sure about that?”

He freezes, holding his boxers with the tips of his fingers, like a deer in the headlights.

“I can… turn ‘em inside out,”

“Ew. I have clothes you can wear,” you laugh, “boxers make good pajamas, and most bands don't really make women's shirts.”

“Really?”

You toss him a pair of plain, black boxers, then get an idea. You head to your closet, where you keep your band merch.

“Y'know what? I'm returning the favor. You look like a medium.” You root through the box, and toss him a shirt with your band’s logo on the front. He holds it up to himself and smiles. You find your Löded Diper shirt, discarded along with your purse by the front door, and put it on. As you come back, he's pulling the boxers on, and you take your chance.

Smack.

“Hey!” he yelps, turning to face you, blushing just a little.

He sees your shirt, and a giddy grin appears on his face.

You find yourself at the coffee shop across the street, sitting on the little patio. The streets are packed with groups of people, enjoying the spring day. Rodrick mangles a croissant as you sip from a large, white mug. You appreciate the fact that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence like this. You flip through the local alt paper, The Eye.

“Ooh, there's a Pyramid show tonight, my friend’s band is playing. That'd be a good place to show you. They have an entire wall of pinball machines.”

“Are you friends with all the bands?” Rodrick asks, pouring 4 packets of sugar into his coffee at once.

“Not all of them. But a lot of them. I try to network.” You shrug, reading through the event calendar.

“All the major bars are kind of in one strip, with a few outliers. Then you have your DIYs and house venues.”

Rodrick sips his coffee, makes a face, and adds 2 more sugar packets.

“Do you think we have a chance at any of them?”

“You guys are gonna have good word of mouth after last night,” you nod, “I bet in a week you'll have an offer from Pyramid or Dime Store.”

“Wow,” Rodrick breathes, assuming that must be really good.

“It looked like your guys got along with everyone, too, and Mike likes you. You've got a great start. You might even get to open for a real band once they start coming in the summer.” You smile at him, looking up from the paper.

“We are a real band,” he looks confused.

“Yeah, but, y'know. A touring band. The Casualties are coming back this summer… Circle Jerks usually run through with Descendents once a year, D.R.I. has been on a ‘retirement tour’ for the past few years,” you say, adding air quotes, “your name's on the opener list now. And most of the time, picking someone from that list falls to me… but don't expect any obvious nepotism. I try to match people up by sound.”

Rodrick grins, stars in his eyes.

“Do any bands around here, um,” he pauses, unsure how to word it, “make it?”

“Sometimes,” you lean back, thinking, “it's hard nowadays. There was this super popular indie band last year. They got picked up to be on a movie soundtrack, and they're huge now. That's what sells, these days. I'll let you work out the irony of indie selling.” You smirk.

“So, what? Heavier bands are just shit out of luck?” He takes another sip of his sugary coffee.

“That's how it goes,” you shrug, “you give up most of the hope of being famous to be a real musician. There's a reason that even huge punk bands are still just playing at bars instead of stadiums. It was never marketable. Punk’s not even a genre anymore. To me, it's having the attitude of ‘I’m pissed off, and I'm making it your problem.”

Rodrick laughs, “Okay, I do like that.”

You finish the last of your coffee, and roll up your paper, tucking it in your bag.

“You ready?” You stand up, stretching.

“For what?” he looks at you, draining his mug.

“I'm gonna show you the strip, rookie.”

You smile, holding your hand out, and he takes it.

“The Strike’s back that way, you’ve already seen it. There’s a pretty big gap of old shops and abandoned buildings from here to there.”

You lead him down the street, pointing out bars. Most of them will be closed until the late afternoon.

“There’s Pyramid, there’s Dime store. That one’s cool, the upstairs is a drag bar called Fluorescence, and the downstairs is a dive called Dim Bulb.”

Rodrick laughs, taking in the sights of the street.

“First time I ever came down here, I was with a bunch of friends who were 21, and I was still 19. Dim Bulb is all ages if you put the X’s on your hands, but Fluorescence is strictly 21+. My friends went upstairs. Downstairs was dead that night. They told me to wait in the bar and not go off walking by myself, but…”

“You went off walking by yourself?” Rodrick smirks at you.

“How’d you know?” You chuckle, “Yeah, and I had just gotten these leather pants, and I felt so fucking cool. But I was so stupid. And this gross, old guy stopped me and asked if I was ‘working’, and I said ‘no, fuck off, get away from me’,” you say, your tone nonchalant.

Rodrick raises his eyebrows, his mouth falling open.

“So, he starts chasing me down the street, yelling, ‘I’ll kill you’, and I was yelling back all this bullshit, just totally bluffing,”

You stop in front of a bodega along the street.

“And the guy who owns this place came out and scared the guy off. He’s good people.”

You wave at the man inside, who perks up and waves back.

“That place has everything. 9-volt batteries, first aid stuff, you name it. If you find yourself in a jam, head over there.”

Rodrick looks through the windows as you walk by.

“This whole street is, like… a tiny little town all on its own. Also, I'm glad you didn't get murdered.”

“Yeah,” you sigh out, looking over the strip, feeling proud, “it really is. I love it here. I’m glad I could show you around. And thanks.” You laugh, squeezing his hand.

You keep walking, down towards the point where the bars end and the shops begin. Rodrick walks slowly, swinging his hand with yours. He keeps his head on a swivel, trying to take in all there is to see. Old neon signs, graffiti-covered brick walls, and show fliers absolutely everywhere.

“I think you’re gonna like this place,” you turn to look back at Rodrick, who looks absolutely awestruck.

The bell on the record store door rings, and you're greeted by the familiar woman behind the counter, Jennifer. She’s tall and muscular, with a smoker’s voice, and impeccably curled baby bangs.

Rodrick stops as the door closes behind him. It’s a cozy, dark little room. There are houseplants everywhere, among long boxes of records on high tables. The walls are exposed brick, and light is coming in through two long, skinny windows. An orange cat rests on one of the tables, in a sunbeam. The walls are completely covered in posters, framed records, and old fliers.

“It's you! I have pulls for you,” she looks over thick-rimmed glasses at you, reaching under the counter, then sees your shirt, “what in the hell is that?”

You look down at the bold, white letters on your shirt and laugh.

“Best new band in this town. You really haven't heard of them?” You say, teasingly.

“Diaper…?” she squints, looking at you, bewildered.

“I'm just messing with you, they played their first show last night. This is the drummer, Rodrick,” you gesture to Rodrick. He approaches the counter and sticks out his hand, smiling politely.

Jennifer looks back to your shirt, then at Rodrick.

“Kid, I'll level with you. There are worse names out there.” She barks out a laugh, looking down at her hands, both being used to hold a stack of records.

Rodrick notices, and retracts his hand, laughing nervously.

You kill about an hour in the shop, looking at all the things Jennifer has hidden for you over the week. It was once a very kind thing she did when you were flat broke and new in town, but she kept it up as a tradition, because she said you got it.

Rodrick exhausts each box, looking in amazement at all the different records. 'Dad Rock,' 'Punk Rock,' 'Rockabilly,' 'Psychobilly,' 'Synth Shit for Weirdos.'

The ‘misc.’ box contains a Jane Fonda home workout, a square dancing instructional record, and a full album of canine heartbeats, meant for veterinary students. Rodrick pulls it out and looks at it, reading the cover in confusion.

“See something cool?” You perk up and walk over to him, reading the record.

“Canine Heart Sounds? Is that a band?” You squint. He stays quiet, holding in a laugh.

“‘4-10 acquired murmurs', what the fuck?”

You see the text for ‘Berkeley Medical Veterinary Group’ and let out a cackle, lightly punching Rodrick on the shoulder. He breaks too, putting the record back in the box.

“You totally thought I was all cool and underground for a second.” Rodrick laughs.

You leave the record shop, and you decide to take him to see everything. You try on leather jackets way beyond your means at the biker shop, spiked collars at the goth shop, and hats at the western shop. You point and laugh at each other the whole way, except that some of that leather had looked pretty good on Rodrick… and he might’ve thought the same about you.

By late afternoon, you’re both a little worn out, and you wind up back near where you started, at a tall, yellow building. It’s an ancient pizza joint.

Inside is a massive, wooden staircase, and yellow walls covered in sharpie graffiti. Dumb little messages, from mystery people. From who knows how long ago. It feels like a million little voices yelling at him all at once.

Penelope was here!

Aaron is a cheating douchebag!

George Dubya, suck my dick!

And band names. So many band names.

“Whoa,” Rodrick looks up. It’s even on the ceiling.

You lead him to a large window, with a greyed, wooden frame.

You fish in your purse and find a sharpie, handing it to him.

“When we first started the band, we came here to make it official. I wrote our name, right here, under the window.” You look down, away from him, feeling a little sappy.

Rodrick looks at the smooth, black writing.

The Shrieks

10.15.03

He smiles.

“And, if you’ll notice, there’s an empty space right there next to it…” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rodrick smiles, then crouches down, uncapping the sharpie.

He carefully draws his logo, adding the little horns and tail, with a small safety pin and the date underneath.

He stands up, handing the marker back to you. You look down at your two logos together, then up at your coordinated shirts.

“Yeah. They look great together,” you smile up at him, “now it’s official. Welcome to the scene.”

Rodrick feels a swell in his chest, looking down at your genuine smile. He’s been just a little guarded all day, but… now he gets it. You actually want him around. It’s not a joke. It’s not a trick. You’d wanted his band to be immortalized next to yours on this greasy, strangely beautiful wall.

He catches you off guard, pulling you into a tight hug. You blink once or twice, then wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest.

“Hey!”

You pull away from each other, and turn to where the voice came from. It’s Ward, in an apron, by the counter.

“I got a job!” He’s grinning.

The two of you walk up to the counter and catch up, refusing to give him any details, no matter how much he wiggles his eyebrows.

So we jumped up on the table, and shouted “anarchy!”

And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox

It was “California Dreamin’”

So we started screamin’

“On such a winter’s day!”

The two of you sit at your little table, the sun beginning to set outside. You’re laughing at some high school story he’d been telling you- something about how he’d been in love with some girl and ruined her sweet 16.

He pauses, taking a sip out of his glass bottle, beaming.

“God, and she was really into N’Sync, so we spent all this time learning ‘Tearin’ up my Heart’,”

You cackle, slamming your hands on the table, “Oh, god, no!”

“But last minute, I told Ben I wanted to sing, and he could play drums-”

“Can he play drums?”

“Nope!” Rodrick laughs, “And I sang in this high pitched voice- she wanted us in tuxes, but, um, I kinda wasn’t listening when my brother told me that? Also didn’t have the money. But I figured all black was good enough.”

“Did you learn any boy band moves?” You wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eye.

“I wish. That would’ve been awesome, but, no. We did set off a bunch of pyro, and I jumped off the stage.”

“Pyro?!”

“Ben’s brother is in demolition,” Rodrick laughs, but feels a little pang of anxiety with the words that leave his lips.

You don’t notice his face change, still laughing. Rodrick grins at you, wanting to make the big reveal good.

“This family was loaded, okay? Country club rich. So, the pyro goes off, and it’s chaos. I was, like, dancing around her? And I backed up right into a giant ice sculpture of her head.”

You look at him, in shock, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, and then she tried to kill me with a mic stand, but ended up knocking over a chocolate fountain, and everyone got absolutely covered in chocolate… and then she hated me forever. Still hates me. That’s the girl from last night, by the way- my ‘girlfriend’?”

“No fucking way,” your eyes go wide. “That’s why you were staring each other down.”

Rodrick gives a satisfied nod, chuckling slightly.

“Well, I guess you learned your lesson: don’t trust the rich. First rule of punk.” You tease.

“Yeah, and if she’d actually liked it, I… I would probably be miserable,” He says, a look of realization on his face. You raise your eyebrows.

“I’d probably be at some fancy event right now wearing, like, a polo or something. Oh, god. I’d probably be working for her dad.” He looks down, eyes wide.

You boo him, giving him a thumbs down.

“I wouldn’t have met you,” He stares at you in surprise.

You smile, leaning towards him, your elbow on the table.

“I’m… so fucking glad all that bullshit back home happened,” He shakes his head, smiling, “Because now I’m here.”

“In a greasy, old pizzeria?” You smirk.

“In a greasy, old pizzeria, with you,”

You laugh, at a loss for words. Something about Rodrick seems to have bloomed today, and you like it. It’s like he finally evened out. You lean closer to him.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too,” You smile.

Your lips almost touch, but the buzzing of your cell phone interrupts you. You groan. It's Mike.

“Hey, what's up?”

“They got us! They fucking got us!”

Rodrick hears Mike screaming through the phone, and feels his heart drop.

“What? Who got us? What are you talking about?” Your heart skips a beat.

“They smashed the window! And wrote all over the walls! It's like Sharon Tate all over again!”

Your jaw drops. He's serious.

“Mike, who?”

You hear the sound of glass crunching down the line, along with Mike's enraged muttering.

“How many people did we kick out last night?” He spits.

You take a second to think.

“A lot. It got crazy.”

“Did we have to put anybody on the list?”

You make eye contact with Rodrick. His eyebrows knit together in worry.

“Yeah, there were a few.”

The List is only to be used in extreme circumstances. Any bar patrons found guilty of irredeemable asshole behavior have their IDs taken, photocopied, and returned as their asses are kicked out the front door. You're not sure how legal it is, but it's very effective.

The guy who had punched Rodrick last night, along with all of his friends, had absolutely made The List.

“I know who it was,” your voice shakes, “I’ll be right over.”

You hang up, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Did he say someone smashed the window?” Rodrick breathes in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you put your head in your hands, “do you know the name of that guy who punched you?”

“Ugh. Bryan Kent.” Rodrick frowns.

“Do you think he'd do something like that?”

“Yeah.” He says, without hesitation.

“Fuck!” You sigh, “At least we have a name.”

Rodrick looks at you, guilty, like he might cry. You feel a pang of sadness.

“No, no, sorry. Shit. Don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault, I’m just pissed off.” You ramble.

The bar is like your baby. Though you’ve only worked there a year, it means a lot to you. Mike had drunkenly promised to leave it to you several times, and you feel a strong protective urge over it.

“I gotta go,” you grimace, “Should I take you home?”

He nods, looking dejected.

There are two cop cars parked outside Rodrick’s apartment building, and you notice him gripping the door handle tightly.

“Wonder what that’s about?” You murmur.

“Could you take me around the back?” Rodrick’s voice shakes.

You look at him, raising an eyebrow, but circle around back anyway.

He opens your car door and gets out.

“Hey,” you stop him, “that was really fun. I hate that it ended this way, but… we’ll see each other again, okay? I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I… I really like you.”

“Me either.” He nods. His voice is cold, and his eyes are void of all emotion.

You know something is wrong, but you have bigger problems on your hands right now.

“Okay,” you give him a weak smile.

He grimaces, and shuts the door. You watch him walk through a grimy back entrance, and pull off.

“Rodrick, dude,” Ben looks at him with bug eyes when he walks through the door, “the fucking cops were here!”

Rodrick freezes.

“Did they leave?”

“Yeah, but they were looking for you, man.” His voice is hushed and panicked.

Rodrick checks the window, and the cop cars are gone.

“What did they say?”

“Something about your name being associated with a crime scene?”

Rodrick turns to look at him, “What?”

So while you sit back and wonder why

I got this fuckin’ thorn in my side

Oh my god, it’s a mirage

I’m tellin’ y’all, it’s sabotage

tag list: @crumpets-are-better-with-jam

#this has been in my docs since march with the title 'arson reveal into sex???' lmao #also I spent a while thinking of a 2005 alternate to baby #i feel like heather would be an nsync girl #i love this chapter #and I'm so excited for the next ones #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley fanfiction #salad days #my #stuff

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years

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could I request a child reader who goes looking for any god/human of your choice from ROR after she has a nightmare? just her waddling around with sniffles while she clenched her toy to her chest 🥺🥺

We shall use my own nightmares from when I was a child, after watching a certain movie back in the 90’s about a certain murderous clown. The photos all belong to their respective owners.

-A nightmare you had been having didn’t seem to want to leave you alone, after you were accidentally shown a scary movie by Ares, who is still in the doghouse for it.

-Ares thought the movie wasn’t going to be scary! There was a clown on the cover of the movie case holding red balloons, he thought it was going to be a funny movie!!

-The others have tried to help you, using sleep therapy, nightlights, and Thor even stood guard outside your door one night until you fell asleep, to make sure the scary clown didn’t come to take you away.

-It was well past midnight again when you tiptoed out of your bedroom, fat tears rolling down your cheeks before you made a beeline to the room of the person you know would keep you safe!

-Lu Bu- He awoke instantly, hearing his bedroom door open, but calmed when he heard your tiny footsteps and lifted his head, seeing you holding your stuffed tiger(?) in your arms, silent tears falling. Your plush was something he had attempted to make for you, as the tiger would eat the clown if he came into your room, but it looked very rough when he was done with it. However, when your eye lit up, squealing at the adorable plush, he couldn’t help but smile at you while glaring at the others who teased him for the crudely made toy. Without a word, he lifted the blankets to his bed and you scrambled in and immediately glued yourself to his arm, a soft sigh escaping you. He said nothing, as you were only four, but you spoke up, “Will you keep the clown away?” he nodded softly, “If he comes in here I’ll throw him out the window.” Your giggles filled the air for the moment before slowly your sniffle subside and your breathing evened out before he slowly nodded off as well, smiling that you came to him.

-Shiva- He snorted awake, feeling someone tugging on the blankets and he lifted his head from his pillow, as he had been sleeping on his belly, a bit delirious, before you saw you standing beside his bed, holding your elephant plush he had gotten for you, crying. His arms on his left instantly pulled you up onto the bed and into his chest as he rolled over, hugging you tightly, one arm rubbing your back gently, “Did the clown try to get you again?” you nodded into his chest, staying silent and he hummed quietly, trying to calm you down. He pulled the blankets back up over the two of you and spoke, “Don’t worry, he won’t get you while you’re in here. He wouldn’t dare!” he heard your tears subside as he stroked your back more and soon the both of you fell back asleep.

-Loki- As soon as his door open, he knew that it was you and he lifted his blanket, inviting you in as you quickly trotted over and crawled up into his bed, crawling into his arms, still hugging you wolf plush that Loki had gifted to you when these nightmares first started. He rolled to his back, letting you lay down on top of him as he stroked your back, listening to your tears as he spoke softly, his voice sleep filled, “S’okay, that stupid clown won’t come in here. He knows he can’t handle me.” you nodded in his chest, agreeing with him, which made him grin before he rolled, holding you in his arms, cuddling you while trying not to squeal that you had come to him instead of anyone else, his feet kicking in delight, trying not to disturb you as you quickly nodded off, feeling safe in his arms.

-Poseidon- He was still up, working at his desk, having not been paying attention to the time. When his door opened and you peeked in, holding your whale plush he had given to you for your last birthday, he froze. He looked at the clock and stood instantly, “Y/N, what are you doing up?” he approached as you entered and he saw the tears and instantly sighed softly, kneeling before you and gathering you into his arms. He held you as he walked towards his bed, soothing your tears as you sniffled, telling him that the clown came back again. He sat you on his bed and turned back to his desk to go and grab his trident, returning to your side and placed the trident beside the bed. Poseidon crawled into the bed, after pulling the covers back and allowed you to cuddle into his arms and you saw the trident which made him smile, “He’ll think twice about coming in here.” You beamed up at him and he wiped the remaining tears away from your cheeks and turned off the lights so the two of you could go to sleep.

-Hercules- He nearly leapt up when someone tugged on his blankets, sitting up quickly and saw you standing there, holding your giant lion plush that was as big as you, something Hercules got for you to protect you from your nightmares. You sniffled loudly, looking pitiful as more tears slipped down your cheeks and he shushed you softly, instantly pulling you up into his arms, “No tears Y/N, he can’t get you here. I’ll smack him with my club if he does.” Your giggles made him relax as he leaned back into his pillows, holding you carefully, so he wouldn’t squish you as he continued to sooth you. Once your tears and sniffles had stopped, he laid you beside him with his hand on your tummy, so you could feel him, “Y/N, can I ask why you came to me and not Brunnhilde or Eve?” you beam up at him, your eyes blinking as you were nodding off, “You’re the strongest! I know you’ll keep the bad clown away.” His smile lit up the room as he beamed, patting your tummy until you nodded off.

-Odin- When his door opened with no knock, he knew immediately it was you, as you were the only one that he allowed to enter his quarters without knocking. Your footsteps quickly crossed the room and his arm reached out, hanging off of the bed. His hand grabbed the back of your pajamas and pulled you up onto the bed and you quickly crawled over into the crook of his open arm and chest, cuddling into him, your hand gripping his shirt. He looked down, seeing your trembling figure, seeing the raven plush that Brunnhilde got you for you, as you wanted to match with Papa Odin. His arm closed around you, pulling you close, hugging you to his chest, rubbing your back gently, but remained silent. Once your trembling ebbed and your tears stopped, he patted your back gently, silently telling you to lay down which you did, and he rolled to his side. You smiled up at him and he returned it, rubbing a stray tear from your cheek before you spoke, “You’ll keep the scary clown away, right Papa Odin?” he chuckled softly but nodded, giving you a promise to keep the clown away before telling you to go to sleep.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror shiva #ror loki #ror poseidon #ror heracles #ror odin

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dalekofchaos · 3 months

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My theory on the FNAF death order

So , I have a theory. William Afton was killing the MCI kids before Charlie(as HW2 hinted at) and before CC and Elizabeth's deaths.

No reason is needed because he saw that he could take life and he found joy in it.

He killed in the following order.

Susie

Fritz

Gabriel

Jeremy

and finally Charlie

What about Cassidy? Cassidy is CC. William killed 4 kids and CC(Cassidy) died as a karmic consequence of his crimes and people reporting on the tragedies at Fredbear's/Freddy's just lumped him into the deaths and William took out his rage and passion out on Charlie when he saw her trapped outside that dark and stormy night.

William unplugs Cassidy from the hospital and puts him inside Golden Freddy and at first it doesn't work and William declares he will put him back together.

He saw The Puppet come to life and suddenly saw Golden Freddy disappear.

Then Elizabeth dies and Circus Baby's eyes turn green and William's experimented on remnant.

At first it started out noble. He wanted to bring his kids back, at least that was always the excuse he made. In reality William killed because he was insane and desired to make himself immortal and remake his family in his eternal animatronic form via the Funtimes

Ballora=Mrs Afton(died in accident, suicide or William killed her and put her in Ballora)

Circus Baby=Elizabeth

Funtime Foxy=Michael(William wanted FF to kill Michael and he counted on it, but Elizabeth had other plans)

Funtime Freddy=Cassidy.(considering that Funtime Freddy is Freddy and has a plush and some of Molten Freddy's voice lines are suggestive of something CC would say to Mike, I think it fits)

And it fits to have CC BE the TWYSNHK.

Not only would that be very poetic to have Cassidy die of a consequence of William's crimes and now he’s the last child who’s still holding on to torturing his own father, but it also makes the story so much more personal. That CC who was forced to live in this hell over and over again because as his father said he’d put him back together is now forcing his father to endure what CC and so many others had to endure as well, either way the spirit within Fredbear is still holding on and forcing William to endure their own torment rather than passing on to the other side and if you manage to complete UCN on 50/20 mode, you get a final scene of Golden Freddy just sitting there twitching as the camera fades out and this is a representation that Golden Freddy is going to continue to fight and torture William forever. But what if Evan finally let go? What if Michael became Old Man Consequence and comforted his brother to let the demon to his demons and let go, finally the brothers find peace and leave their father to suffer in the lake forever.

I love Golden Duo as much as the next person, but that is clearly not the direction and Scott has not given any hints that this was made canon. So if we could only have one vengeful spirit, I would’ve preferred it to be CC.

This honestly would’ve been the perfect way to end the story of the Crying Child. He possesses Golden Freddy, he haunts Michael, he tortures William and with his brother bringing him peace, he lets go and has his Happiest Day. But for whatever reason, Scott dropped Crying Child from the narrative entirely and to me that was the worst mistake he made in the franchise.

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kaeyx · 6 months

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I saw somno Poe posts and boy they have me thinking.

Imagine if reader & Poe are officially together, and reader shyly mentions that they like the idea of somno & would like to try it, because it's just hot to give full control of your body to your partner even while you're asleep. And Poe either gets incredibly flustered because holy shit you're actually into it, or he just full-on short circuits. Imagine him mentally panicking a bit trying to figure out if this is their way of saying that they somehow know about him fucking them at night?? And reader's actually just completely oblivious.

Imagine if reader just offhandedly mentions that they want to fuck Poe in his sleep, and he just whips around so fucking fast to look at them. Again wondering if they somehow found out about his nightly sessions. Whether reader did or not is a mystery ;)

Or just flatout fucking Poe in his sleep too. One night wondering what would happen if they woke him up by doing it, because they know Poe's so incredibly devoted and head over heels that it wouldn't scare him off. Imagine waking him up by riding him, and tugging on his hair just enough to wake him. He gets so happy but also incredibly flustered, because waking up to reader being just as dirty as he is both turns him on and makes him feel less disgusting.

Or even doing it in secret like he does ...

Imagine reader somehow figuring out Poe does somno, either from semi-waking up while he's going at it plus the soreness in the morning, or maybe even from cameras in the house. And just calmly walking up behind Poe, reaching around to cup his face while leaning in to whisper in his ear, and tells him to do it while they're awake.

Just random thoughts ;)

Any combination of Poe and somno is delicious ughh I can't decide what I like more!! Waking up halfway when you're not in a relationship but you've been after him for a while is so <333 I know Poe would have a heart attack when you told him to fuck you while you're awake next time. Poor thing nearly cries from horror and shame, not to mention his fear that you secretly think he's gross now. But he'd fuck you right then and there all desperate and messy, grabbing at any part of you he can reach and moving around much more now that he doesn't have to worry about being discovered. I think that if he wasn't crying already he'd start now, so overwhelmed by you looking at him and talking to him while he fucks you, clinging to his broad back like he's always fantasized about.

But then again, fucking Poe in his sleep... Possibly after you've found him out so he can't call you out without being a hypocrite. He's a light sleeper so you'd probably have to slip him sleeping pills, but it's worth it just to see him whining and squirming in his sleep. And of course finally being able to touch him how you want, there's no way you haven't noticed how big his bulge is and seeing him naked at last does not disappoint. His cock is so big and pretty, heavy in your hands as you stroke it and watch the plump head swell and start to leak. It would be a whole ordeal to get him to fit in your hole or mouth, but it's all worth it just to feel that magnificent stretch. He's far too much and you're sure you won't be able to walk straight with the way he's bullying your cervix, but riding him slowly with your hands on his plush chest and seeing his pretty face all red makes it all worth it. You could even get addicted to this...

#poe.bsd #my mannnnnn

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bluejaysandblackbats · 7 months

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To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Three: First

Jason returned from a two-and-a-half-month-long mission in Montenegro in the middle of the night. He dragged his suitcase behind him. Jason's head dully ached, trying to push back the events of his last night there. He let himself in the back door of Noemi’s villa as he crept through the house. He locked the door. Jason unlatched his suitcase from his belt loop. He set a plush cat down before feeling a pair of arms wrap around him. He swallowed hard and tried to hold back from crying, but it all came flooding to the surface. “Jason?” Noemi whispered. He turned around and embraced her. Noemi wrapped her arms around him, and he jumped. She pulled away and lifted his shirt to check him for bruising or broken bones. “What happened?” Noemi wiped his tears away with her thumbs.

"Noemi, is it really you?" Jason asked, and she nodded excitedly.

"Yes, let me look at you… Make sure nothing's broken," Noemi whispered as she tried to calm him.

“Nothing’s-.” Jason choked and sniffed as he pulled himself together. “Nothing’s broken.”

“Let me decide that for myself. I’m the doctor here, remember?” Noemi whispered. She sat him down and went to grab her medical kit. Noemi sat in a chair across from him, shining a light in his eyes. She took her knuckle and lifted Jason’s chin. He looked her in the eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

“I missed you,” Jason whispered. Noemi smiled and pressed her forehead to his. “I missed you so much.”

“Can I take a look at your head?” Jason nodded and let her unwrap the bandages from his head. “Who hit you?”

Jason didn’t answer while she checked the stitches in the back of his head. He was just relieved to have her close after all that time. Noemi’s skin carried a different smell, a sweeter scent than he was used to. “New soap?” Jason asked. Noemi pulled back and turned away from him. “Noemi-.”

“You should shower and climb into bed. I’ve got everything from here… Would you like something to eat?" Noemi questioned.

Jason shook his head. "I want to lie down,” Jason answered as she wrapped his head. Noemi nodded, and she urged him to go shower. Jason nodded and kissed the top of her head. While Jason was gone, Noemi warmed up some leftover stew from Giorgio's restaurant.

She carried his bowl to the bedroom and pulled the blankets back on their bed. Jason dragged himself out of the bathroom, his skin red and warm from the water. Noemi climbed into bed and outstretched her hands, grasping as she waited for him to join her. Jason lay on his side next to Noemi, throwing an arm over her lap as he hid his face in her side. Noemi rubbed his back to soothe him. “I can’t sleep,” Jason whispered.

“When was the last time you slept, dolce metà?” Noemi questioned. Jason looked up at her, and she nodded, permitting him to answer honestly.

“Three days… Maybe four,” Jason mumbled as he hid his face in her side. “I just wanted to go home.”

“Do you still want to go home?” Noemi asked gently.

“You are my home,” Jason replied in Italian, “But I’m afraid that once I close my eyes, I’ll wake up back there.” Noemi took her pointer finger and stroked the line of Jason’s jaw.

“When you wake up, I’ll be right here… Close your eyes,” Noemi whispered, “It’s alright.” Jason obeyed and closed his eyes. Then she went back to rubbing his back. Jason loosened his grip on her lap and slowly started to relax. Noemi moved her hand from his back and played with his hair. “How does that feel?”

Jason didn’t answer. She looked down and saw that Jason lay fast asleep. His chest rose and fell, and he seemed so much younger. Noemi eventually scrunched down in the bed and fell asleep facing him.

Jason slept heavily into the late morning, but Noemi didn’t mind. She took an antacid, made breakfast, and ate in bed while looking at him. She rustled a hand through his hair and he squinted as she moved closer. Jason grabbed her hand. “Hey, not so rough,” Jason muttered. Noemi chuckled. “What are you looking for, doc?”

“Did you dye your hair while you were gone?” Noemi questioned. Jason took a deep breath and pressed his face into her side. “Jason?”

“You won’t believe me if I tell you… There’s so much I have to tell you about this trip and myself,” Jason mumbled. He sat up and held her hand in both of his hands. “When do you go back to work?”

“I’m out sick for the next few days,” Noemi replied. Jason sat up and hugged his ribs with one arm. “Jason, you don’t have to get-.”

He touched her face with the back of his hand and ran it down her cheek. “No fever… How long have you been sick?” Jason asked.

“Jason, I’m not actually sick… Remember the first night of summer? Right before you left-.”

“That was almost three-.” Noemi nodded. “Noemi, I gave you my information just in case you-.”

“For emergencies. Pregnancy is not an emergency, Jason. Unless you didn’t want-.”

“I want you to do what you feel is right, but I want to be here for everything. How’re you feeling through it all? Have you-. Do you feel alright?” Jason asked.

Noemi nodded and fed him a grape. “I feel fine outside of the occasional morning sickness. I didn’t tell anyone at work yet because I’m trying to wait until it’s safe,” Noemi replied. She picked apart her toast and jelly and fed him little pieces. He playfully nipped at her fingers and laughed. “Don’t bite me,” she giggled.

He took her fingers and kissed them. “Why shouldn’t I bite you?” Jason whispered as he playfully threatened to nip at her fingers. She nudged him with her forehead.

“Jason, I wish you’d tell me what happened to you… You’ve been gone for so long,” Noemi whispered as she continued to feed him. “And you’re younger. You’re definitely younger.” Jason frowned. “Why are you younger? You’re five years older than me and don’t look any older than thirty or thirty-five.”

Jason shook his head. “Soon… I need you to give me a few days to feel more… Myself,” Jason pleaded. Noemi nodded.

“You aren’t going to keep getting younger, though… Right?” Noemi questioned. Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Good, because that would be weird. And I can’t have you going around being sexier than me.”

“Impossible,” Jason replied, “Noemi, did I say anything to you in my sleep last night?” Noemi shook her head. Jason sat up, and Noemi turned to look at her.

"What happened?" Noemi asked. She cradled Jason's cheek in her palm, and he took her hand away, shaking his head.

"Emi, I-. I didn't have a choice... I didn't know I was walking into a trap," Jason whispered, "I-. It was a distraction. By the time I arrived, it was too late. They'd slaughtered everyone there. It was-."

"Who?" Noemi interrupted.

"I received an anonymous tip about some snot-nosed up-and-coming drug lord. They said he was in Montenegro on holiday, and I followed his trail to a shipping container at the docks. He'd cleaned everything out, but he left a set of coordinates like he was taunting me." Jason hid his face in his hands. "He had his people slaughter an entire community center full of people. Men, women, and children... I have no idea how I-." Jason took a deep breath. "I took out all his men... I brutalized him. I cut him to pieces, Emi... And you know what I realized? I don't want to do this anymore."

"What do you want to do?" Noemi asked. She seemed unphased by the thought of Jason murdering someone.

"I want to live... I want to live a normal life," Jason replied.

"Would you settle for a life with me, dolce metà?" Noemi asked. Jason laid down and pressed his face into her stomach.

"It wouldn't be settling... It'd be a dream," Jason whispered.

#fic #batfam #batman beyond au #to touch fate fic #Jason Todd #Original Character(s)#Bruce Wayne #Terry McGinnis #Matt McGinnis #Angst #Jason Todd-centric #Jason Todd is a Father #Terry McGinnis is Batman #Retirement #Future Fic #Major Original Character(s)#Jason Todd/Original Character(s)#Original Character: Noemi Diallo

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suicidalgamergirl · 8 months

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Bastarion Fic

From one of my prompts.

https://tgtncomic.tumblr.com/post/740426707222331392/stupid-astarion-fic-ideas

Enjoy my crappy writing.

*****

Her relationship was over.

Ken, her boyfriend for 5 years, ditched her. After caughting him texting other women, she had to break up with him. During the relationship, Ken has tried everything that he can to at least have some intimate relationship with her. Despite knowing she was assaulted in her teen years by another classmate years ago, she really couldn’t enjoy sex like every other adult.

It fucked up her mentally and emotionally.

It also didn’t help about his constant nagging for it and downplaying that she’ll be worthless in the next couple of years.

After seeing him chatting up chicks on his cell, she knew he wasn’t faithful. She ended the relationship, but his last words to her had stung hard.

“No one else will find you attractive. I just gave pity on you because no one will ever want to sleep with you. You dumb bitch, should have given me what I deserved for being nice to you.”

So here she was. An adult who was broken, hugging plush toys as she muffled her cries for the night. Maybe her childish attitude was the reason no one wanted a relationship with her. Maybe cuddling her pain from the assault because she was nothing but an irresponsible person to not be taken seriously for being an adult.

Ken was no more and she was free.

Getting up from her bed, realizing she is not going to have a good night. She put on her jacket and locked the door. She heard that doing some sort of exercise might release some endorphins.

She definitely needed the boost.

*****

Why did Tav have to die?

Her aid in dealing with his cruel master and letting said vampire become the next sacrifice of the Ritual of Ascension. He was granted such power from it. He was stronger, sharper, and willing to take down Baldur’s Gate with her and then the world.

He was going to give her Mephistopheles’ blessing and grant her power as his consort will have.

Yet she refused. She felt frightened of him. Yelling that he changed. She wasn’t pleased with his blessed powers that he rightfully deserved.

Ungrateful.

Having lived for centuries after her death, he noticed how frail humans are. They take their small lives for granted by wasting it over miniscule things.

Here he was, standing at her gravestone, and pondering what could have been if Tav wasn’t so ungratefully stubborn and accepted his compromise.

Still the night was young. Turning around and morphing into a white bat, he started fluttering into the night sky. Perhaps he’ll find something amusing during his flight.

*****

She had walked into a park. She was humming a tune to herself, a song by Oasis. A song of her youth. She used to sing that song to herself when she was a kid and attended her first funeral. She didn’t understand the whole procedures of said funeral. She was walking around in the mausoleum while everyone else was watching her dead grandma to be sealed into the wall.

She still didn’t understand death and maybe she never will. She was always different from everyone and it was hard making friends growing up.

Ken was the only one who saw something in her.

And now he is gone.

“QUIKP!” a cry in the night had halted her humming.

She turned to the distraction. She saw a pair of dogs playing with something. Something in her became a protective instinct. She rushed towards the dogs and they fled from her before she could try to find their tags.

Looking down, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked twice and she still couldn’t believe it

On the grass was a small white bat. It was in bad shape from the dogs. Taking off her jacket, she wrapped around said animal.

Bats were mostly nocturnal animals that were seen in the countryside. Plus it’s even rarer to find an albino bat.

“Don’t worry lil fellow,” she said as she hugged the poor thing, “I got you.”

The bat lifted his head. Was she dreaming that the bat understood her? It was getting late and the weather was getting cold. She might have to take said bat to a vet. Do they even know how to handle bats? Will it be better to phone a nature conservationist instead? What if it has rabies? Would they have to put it down?

Fuck it. It’s coming home with her tonight regardless of her safety. She can figure out in the morning what further action to make. Right now, she felt this poor bat needed some comfort.

*****

Those mutts ruined a perfectly good stroll.

Though, it was an interesting outcome. Another human decided to help him. What was the outcome of that? Her presence reminded him of a lost friend. Humans are such foolish creatures. They don’t know what danger they put themselves into by helping the less fortunate.

Perhaps revealing his true form will prove how foolish their gentle gestures are.

Stupid ungrateful humans. Just like Tav.

He’ll allow the human to hold him, for now. He was lost in the sound of her heartbeat. His sensitive ears can hear the flow of blood in her as he was being held. Her breath was giving away to the cold air of the night. She was sacrificing her body heat for him.

It made him pity the human. A bit.

#fanfic #batstarion #astarion x reader #ascended astarion

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ketho484 · 1 year

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Chapter six, let's GOOOOOOO!!!

Warning: The next few chapters are gonna get dark, including descriptions of death, crazy angst, mentions of harming, and more. Discretion is advised

Au belongs to @frillsand

📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰📰

Chapter 6: Revelations

Summer came and went too quickly for everyone’s liking. The Welcome Home cast liked having days off when the air conditioning broke, Willow liked doing fun things with everyone. It was nice while it lasted. Autumn soon came, the air as crisp and cool as a refrigerated apple. Willow was still smiling as much as possible, though she took her new rabbit plush everywhere with her. Knowing Wally could watch her and help her feel safe was a feeling she didn’t want to go without. Speaking of Wally, he was getting worried. Every night after taking Willow home, Wally had to watch and listen to what happened to her. He heard shouting, smashing glass, crying, hitting. He never saw it with Willow, but there were some nights she had to leave the rabbit in her room. Sometimes she came back with bruises, which she chalked up to being clumsy. Other times, she didn’t come back until morning. It scared Wally to see her like that. Eventually, he just couldn’t take it. He’d vowed the first day she showed him her home life that he would rescue her, but he needed help…He needed his friends.

Jessica had texted that Willow wouldn’t make it to the studio for a little while as she was sick, so she said, so Wally took the tablet with him to work. Barnaby greeted him at the door, as per usual, but noticed the dark look in his eyes. Wally gathered his friends and had them meet in the conference room before shooting for a quick cast meeting.

“Wally, is something wrong?” Poppy asked timidly “You seem a bit…tense”

“That’s one way to put it” Wally said as he hooked up the tablet to the room’s projector, letting them see what was on camera

The bunny was seeing Willow working in the sewing room again, which already had poor conditions. It made the others sick to their stomachs to see Willow sewing the costumes for the upcoming halloween special. She looked a bit sickly, tired and weak. They could hear her mother and father screaming at each other in the background, Eric saying that the cast were putting ideas into Willow’s head and that they think she’s a good way to improve their skills and Jessica saying they were giving her some much needed freedom, something Eric wasn’t letting her have. It sounded like glass was being broken, like the parents were stomping around, and every time it got Louder, Willow would flinch. The worst of it was that Willow was wearing a thin white dress with no sleeves, which exposed her arms. They were covered in bruises, her wrists wrapped in bandages along with some spots on her arms. It was a horrifying scene, to say the least.

“…This cannot be Willow’s home, can it?” Frank asked, a slight hint of trembling in his voice

“I’m afraid it is” Wally said as he turned around “This is what Willow has to go through every waking moment when she’s not here”

“W-We should do something!” Barnaby spoke up, anger radiating off him “Pup doesn’t deserve this!”

“Bad idea, Barnaby” Poppy said anxiously “She lives in the suburbs. Not only is abuse not taken as seriously there, but Eric could probably pay his way out of jail”

“Poppy’s got a point” Howdy joined in “While I do think something should be done, we’ll need to wait for the moment to strike. We can’t risk Willow getting hurt”

“We have video evidence!” Eddie shouted, clearly distressed as Frank ran to help him calm down “We can just turn that in to the cops and they’ll take him away!”

While everyone started arguing back and forth about what to do, Wally groaned and left the room to get some quiet. It hurt to see his friends fight, and while he did agree that something needed to be done, he was scared something would happen to Willow. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt, or worse…He couldn’t lose someone else, not someone who felt close enough to be family to him. Sure, he loved his friends, but…Willow was practically his baby sister. He can’t let her suffer anymore.

Before Wally could go back inside, he got a text, so he opened his phone. It was from Jessica. She wanted to meet him in the park, and she told him to find her on a bench wearing a black coat and a fedora. He was confused, but it seemed important. Wally sighed and went back in, breaking up the commotion. They’d all figure out a plan, but the director was waiting for them .To say that shooting that day was a bit rough would be an enormous understatement. Nobody could concentrate on their lines or their roles now that the cast knew Willow was being abused. When shooting was over, the cast all agreed to start formulating ideas tonight. They’d regroup tomorrow before shooting, just like today.

Wally looked at the tablet while in the PlayFellow Studio parking lot. Willow was getting yelled at for falling asleep at her sewing desk. She was clearly getting sick! She needed to rest! Wally was going to scream at him through the microphone, but then he remembered Jessica wanting to meet with him. He drove to the park, making sure to turn the tablet off, and started looking around. Jessica was sitting on a bench near the playground, fingers drumming a brief case she had on her lap as she looked around for the puppet. She was clearly nervous.

“Jessica” Wally called quietly as he approached the woman

“You’re here!” She said, sounding relieved as she got up and pulled him to the bench, sitting him down “I…I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you here”

Wally gave her a nod

“…Listen, Your mother, Linda, and I were really good friends when you were little” She explained “She was an amazing person and I don’t want her family getting hurt”

“I know you knew my mom, but I don’t know where this is going” Wally said calmly before the briefcase was placed into his lap

“You want to save Willow, right?” Jessica spoke. Wally was going to speak, but she cut him off “I’ve been aware of the nanny cams in the bunny for some time now”

Wally sighed and just answered her question with a nod

“Inside this case is the evidence you’ll need to get her away from Eric for good” She said before a look of fear came to her face “However, for your safety as well as her’s, take it home before you open it, okay?”

“Why?”

“Eric is crafty. If he finds us, he’ll know what’s in that case. That’s why you need to take it home” She explained before getting up and running to her car

Wally was confused, but per Jessica’s wish, he took the briefcase home. He drove back to the manor and turned the tablet on. Willow was trying to fall asleep, so Wally sang to her to help comfort her until she did fall asleep. He muted the mics on both sides before opening the briefcase, his hands shaking a bit as he did.

The first thing he saw in the case was a letter in his mother’s handwriting. It was a letter to Jessica. It outlined how she was, that this baby would be a big surprise for Wally when she got home. Baby? What baby? There was more in there, all eluding to a baby. Doctor’s reports, ultrasounds, dietary plans, a hospital bill that Jessica must’ve paid off, and even DNA tests from two weeks before Willow met Wally and the cast. The item at the bottom was what broke him, though. It was a birth certificate…for Willow.

Willow Darling

d/o/b: 05/01

Mother: Linda Darling

Father: Peter Darling

Brother: Wallace Darling

This thing was dated on the same day his parents died. According to the police report, someone crashed into their car, killing them both. The nut job responsible then stole something from the back of the car and booked it. Was…Was that something a baby and all the things that went with it? Did someone steal his baby sister? If so, how did Eric get a hold of her!? All of these questions made Wally’s head hurt as he collapsed, burying his head into his bed as he broke down into tears. He was terrified. If Willow really was his little sister, why didn’t his mom say anything when he visited? Why was she taken from him!? WHY!!?

An hour passed before Wally calmed down. He grabbed the tablet and saw Willow was awake and looking into the eyes of the bunny, tears in her own. Wally wiped his face and turned on both the microphones.

“Is something wrong, Willow?” Wally asked calmly

“D-Daddy’s yelling really loud” Willow said quietly “He said all the stuff he had for me is gone”

“…Your mom gave it to me” Wally said “…Can I ask something serious?”

Willow nodded

“This may be a long shot, but…so you know what your birth parents looked like?”

“Yeah” Willow nodded “Mommy took me to the doctor about a month before she convinced daddy to let me meet you. The doctor says I don’t have childhood amnesia”

“So that’s what that report was” Wally said, remembering one of the doctor’s reports that was dated closely to the DNA test “Can you describe your real parents?”

“Well…My real mommy and daddy were both puppets with yellow felt skin. Mommy had pretty blue eyes and dark blue hair. The day I saw her, she wore it in a low ponytail that hung over her right shoulder. Daddy’s hair was light pink and he had black eyes. His smile was really really warm…” Willow described them in amazing detail…She described Wally’s parents perfectly. It explained a lot. Wally had his father’s looks and eyes, but his mother’s hair. Willow had his father’s eyes too along with his mother’s hair

“Do you know where they are?” Wally asked as calmly as he could

Willow looked scared as she heard a click on the door. Eric must have locked her in, something she explained was normal for her.

“…Dead” She finally said, looking down at her lap

“…Do you remember how they…?” Wally didn’t need to finish as Willow started to explain

“They were taking me home from the hospital on my birthday” She said “About halfway there, I think, someone crashed into us. I saw from the back seat in my baby carrier. The entire front of the car was crushed…Mommy’s head was nearly c-cut off and was dangling from the side…D-D-Daddy’s head was twisted by the wall of the car hitting him…His eyes were looking at me. When the motion stopped, I started crying out for help. E-Eric broke into the car and stole me away…I’ve been here ever since…”

Willow was in tears when she finished. Wally was seething with rage, his eyes shaking as he tried not to crush the tablet. He took a deep breath and spoke calmly to Willow so as not to scare her.

“Shhhhh, shhhhh, Willow. It’s gonna be okay” He said as she laid down and held the rabbit “I’ll make sure Eric never hurts you again, okay? I promise. I just need a bit more time. What I have is helpful, but I need more evidence in order to take him away. When that happens, I’m taking you home with me”

“R…Really?” She asked as she started wiping her face off screen

“Really. I promise you’ll be safe. I just need a little more time, okay?”

“…Okay…”

Wally smiled and sang his mother’s lullaby to her so she could sleep peacefully. Once he knew she was asleep, he shut off the tablet and gathered everything up, angry beyond belief. Eric Mathews had killed his parents…

…and had stolen his baby sister from him

#welcome home #oc #actor au #tw: shouting #tw: mentions/descriptions of death #tw: abuse

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