#it is not impossible to live in a well!!!!!! but what if the fuckin g rope breaks!!!!!

[imovyn]

sometimesSoMETIMES i catch a a glimpse of a life i could lead that is so beautiful and vibrant and lovely it’s THERE just beyond my grasp AAAAAAAHHHHHHH

[ebodebo]

Can you perchance write a smut fic about being married to Ghost and he has to take a phone call in the middle of the deed

The Bet

NSFW CONTENT

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You and Ghost were at Laswell's house celebrating her recent promotion to Station Chief. The party wasn't Kate's idea, but her wife insisted on honoring her massive accomplishment. 

Before you both went inside Laswell's house, you made a bet with Ghost. You bet that he couldn't stay the entire dinner, and he bet you couldn't stay the entire dinner. The loser was in charge of doing the dishes for the next few weeks.

"Ready to forfeit, big boy?" You whispered to Ghost as you sat alone on the couch in the living room with a glass of champagne in hand. "You wish." He muttered. You chew your lip slightly. "Well, in that case.." You reach into your sweater pocket and pull out a bundle of lace. "Took them off in the bathroom." She leaned closer, her hot breath grazing Ghost's ear. "They're dripping." His eyes widened. "Fuckin' hell." He breathed out. 

"Can I have someone's help in the kitchen, please?" Laswell's wife proclaims. You swiveled your head to the kitchen. "Of course." You turned your attention back to Ghost. "Keep them." You slipped the piece of lingerie into his hand. "On the house." His breath hitched as you stood up to go help in the kitchen. He eyed you as you walked, slightly salivating at the thought of you with no panties on. Your bare cunt was only covered by a short skirt that could easily ride up at any given moment. He silently cursed under his breath.

"This smells so good." You chime as you carry the roast chicken to the table. "Thanks. Took forever to cook." Laswell's wife remarks. You smile and go to your seat as everyone else follows suit.

Ghost pulls out his chair next to you and takes his seat. He leans closer to you. "You better not try anything else." His voice drops lower, so low you almost don't hear him. "Or I'll bend you over the table right now." Your breath hitches at his words, your core becoming impossibly wetter. 

It was 40 minutes into the dinner. Everyone was laughing and telling stories; they were all a little tipsy. The food was demolished, signaling that the dinner was almost coming to an end and you and Ghost were still in attendance. You cringed at the thought of losing to Simon and having to wash the dishes for a month straight. You decided to do something drastic. Something that would have to make him come up with a stupid excuse to leave. 

You use your hand that's drink-free to reach for his hand, that's resting on his knee, under the table, making sure not to look too suspicious. You nod your head along to whatever the hell Kate is talking about. 

You slowly bring his hand to your knee. You glance at him, though he looks completely unfazed. You steadily drag his hand up your knee, moving towards your inner thigh. He still appears unfazed. You maneuver his hand up even higher, his hand now grazing your dripping, needy cunt. His face is still stone-cold and serious. His lack of a reaction made you question if he even cared about what was happening. That was until you felt his pointer and middle finger curl into you. Your eyes widened in shock as you spit your drink out into your glass. 

Everyone at the table directed their attention to you. "You okay?" Ghost questioned, his fingers still in your sensitive region, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. I'm sorry. I just swallowed my drink wrong." Your face slightly pink as you go to set your champagne down. Everyone resumed their conversations. 

You narrowed your eyes at Ghost. "Did you think I wouldn't play along?" He murmured as he drew lazy circles with his fingers. Your eyelids closed briefly, taking in his movements, and then you opened them rapidly, remembering where you were.

You tried to keep your breathing steady as he slid his fingers up and down your swollen clit. You eyed him again as he casually took a sip of whiskey from his glass. 

He leaned into you once again, whispering, "So tight." Before you could reply, he promptly pulled his fingers out, wiping your arousal off on his jeans. 

Your body winced at the loss of his fingers. You recoil at the words that leave your mouth. "Let's leave." His lips quip at the lust in your eyes. He nods, taking one final drink from his glass. 

"We better be on our way." He stands up, and you follow suit, pushing your chair in. "Thanks for coming." Laswell remarks as her and her wife follow you both to the door.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer?" Her wife begs. "I wish we could. Got a long day tomorrow." You say, nudging Ghost out the door. You both say your goodbyes to everyone and step out the door. You are all but running to the car. 

Once you enter your house, Ghost's hands instantly wrap around your waist, smashing his lips into yours. He threads his fingers through your hair to deepen the kiss. You let out a moan as he nips at your lower lip, seeking entrance. 

He roughly backs you up against the wall. "Surprised you didn't leave a spot on Laswell's chair from how fuckin' wet you were." He murmurs against your neck. You let out a quiet whimper. "Fuck. And those little noises you make." He presses wet, sloppy kisses on your neck. He grabs one of your hands and places it on the growing bulge forming in his jeans. "Make me so fuckin' hard." You catch his mouth in another deep kiss. "I need you. Right now." He groans.

He grabs ahold of the back of your ass and picks you up; you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He almost breaks a lamp, a picture frame, and a flower pot on his way to your shared room. 

Once you make it to your shared room, he gently sits on the edge of the bed as you straddle his lap and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He slips one hand under your sweater and gently grazes your nipple through your lace bra. You moan into his mouth, which causes his dick to twitch. 

His hand skims down your waist until it reaches the hem of your sweater. His fingers curl under the hem and swiftly pull the thick fabric over your head. Once the material passes your lips, he instantaneously reconnects his lips to yours. 

You start to unbutton each of the buttons on his shirt, quickly pulling it off his body. He bends down to connect his lips to your collarbone, slowly moving around your chest as you thread your fingers through his light hair. 

As he plants slow kisses on your chest, one of his hands reaches behind your body and unsnaps your bra, making your breasts fall out, which he is quick to capture with his hot mouth. "Fuck." You whine. 

He picks you up once again and positions you on your back. "Take that pretty little skirt off fer'me." He eyes you as your finger gently sweeps down your body, slowly circling your nipple. 

"Stop teasing..." He warns. You seductively grin at him as your fingers reach your skirt, slipping it off your legs. "That's not fair.." You say. He cocks a brow. "You still have your pants on.." He slightly grins as he undoes his belt and slips off his pants and boxers, causing his erect cock to spring out. "Better?" He questions, stepping in between your legs. "Mhmm."

He pushes you back on the bed and lays on top of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, your teeth scratching his own, and your fingers reaching for his cock. "Greedy one you are.." He whispers into your mouth.

He gently slips his cock into your wet cunt. "Fuck. You are tight." He grits. He slowly moves in and out of you, causing you to moan and him to grunt. Right as he finds a comfortable pace, the sound of a phone ringing bounces off the walls.

He peers over to look at his phone. "Fuckin' Price." He grunts. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck. "Call him back later. Don't stop." You whine into his ear. "Wouldn't think about it." His pace fastens as he reaches over to grab the phone.

"Captain." He says cooly as if he's not balls deep in you. Your eyes go wide and he gives you a warning glare. He continues pumping in and out of you. 

"Ghost."

"Problem?"

"Nothing too serious. I need to go over the briefing from last week. Do you have time?"

"Sure." 

Price recounts the last briefing to Ghost as you try your best not to make any noise as his cock pounds into you.

You cover your mouth as Ghost brings his finger to your aching clit and begins rubbing soft circles. The friction causes you to let out a soft moan. "Quiet." He drawls. "Or I'll stop."

"Everything okay, Lt?" Price questions.

"Fine. Continue."

Price continues talking as you feel your peak nearing. "Simon..I'm going to.." You choke out. His pace is picking up. "Come.." He commands quietly.

With that, you both come, and Price finishes talking as if right on cue. 

"Thanks for the heads up, Price." He breathes out, hanging up. 

"I can't believe we just had sex with Price on the phone." You say, out of breath.

"Don't act like you didn't like it." He gestures to your arousal covering his cock and dripping onto the sheets. "Because, clearly, you did like having an audience." 

You slowly get up and head for the bathroom. As you’re in there, you hear Ghost yell, “Don't forget you still lost the bet." 

"Technically, we left at the same time."

"That's not how it works."

"Then, pray tell, how does it work?"

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[strywoven]

@bloodxbrother has requested a story : ❛ do not burden yourself by following me. i will do this alone. i must do this alone for the sake of my siblings. live free on my behalf.  ❜

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Speaking plain tongue though he is , but NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE .  Being alone , verily , is a matter which Kaen is rather intimately familiar with ( own existence bred & born based upon it , perpetually so & entwined to the meaning as a creature well beyond the essence of knowing ) , yet hearing it from Choso as if to suggest he , too , must forge a path without anyone alongside him ⸺ ❝ NO ! ❞ Single word strikes air , PIERCING TRUE with a voice much g r e a t e r , much s t r o n g e r than this diminutive vessel can contain , fraught with not only power but a tone-tell of something much akin to self-same g r i e f .

Such a concept , one which he poses as if to believe they might simply stand aside and allow it ( did he not know them well enough by now ? did he not come to understand , even so barely & fleetingly , that this contends with their heart ? with their spirit ? with their very essence & bond ? ) , is completely ANTITHETICAL to their being : all things have harmony , have union ⸺ And did they not t e a c h him so ?  Did they not g i v e him such a sense for it ?

Was it not enough ?  Or perhaps , worse still , did it not matter ?  As it did not for humans and their insufferable greed always prone to take , take , take and never with thanks for all that the Immaculate gave , gave , gave.

Kaen moves , acts , r e a c t s , before they can reconsider , walking , and then r u n n i n g right after him ( just as they did in the bygone time ) , not stopping until they run RIGHT INTO HIM , small arms tangling around him with all the strength they can conjure , feet planting and digging into the dirt , bidding him pause.  ❝ No … ❞  Softer , gentler , voice shuddering around a half-held sob , muffled for the way face presses into his back to bury away the e v i d e n c e .  It is obvious that this is not a wound he gave , but one he reopens nonetheless ( all those souls , innumerable people which left mark upon the god-curse’s existence ; gone , dead , destroyed — they cannot be asked to allow it to happen again ) .  ❝ Don’t be stupid ! ❞  Kaen snaps , their grip on him fierce , fingers sharp and d i g g i n g , uncaring of the puncture to their touch , the burn to their presence seeping into him , ❝ Nothin’s ever done right alone !  And I made you a p r o m i s e , didn’t I ?  Back then ?  What , so you’re gonna tell me jus’ t’forget ‘bout it ?  T’break it ?! ❞  Kaen’s voice chokes , cracks , ❝ I- I can’t do that.  I won’t.  Y’know that already.  So- so don’t fuckin’ ask for the impossible !  Jus’ … Let me … STAY . ❞  So I can keep you safe , so I can make sure you’re loved ⸺ Kaen trembles behind him , falling quiet.

[diamond-coral]

The Heist (part 3/finale)

Steve x Reader

Chapter summary: Captain’s plan worked. Now you’re in for a lot of trouble after trying to break into his apartment. He’ll have you. Just like he wanted.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sex, dark, rape/non-con, forced orgasm, praise and degradation kink, kidnapping, mentions of strip club, mentioned anal, swearing, mild violence, slight Stockholm

“You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

Steve wrenched you from the wall and let you fly back toward his bed, your feet tripping over themselves as well as the chain attached to the cuff secured around your ankle before you finally tumbled onto the mattress. Your breathing was heavy as you glared back at his cerulean eyes which were narrowed, daring you to try anything.

And you did. Because fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.

You darted out to the right, arm reaching out to take grip of the lamp on his nightstand. You grabbed hold of it and pivoted your body around as your arm flung out toward his head. Steve simply intercepted the hit with a firm grasp, and you gritted your teeth as the two of you began an aggressive tug of war for the lamp.

“Stop. This. Now,” Steve scolded as if you were a child before giving a sharp tug, the lamp slipping out of your hand.

“No thanks.” You grinned, catching him off guard, before you grabbed both his shoulders as support and kneed him in the groin. Hard.

Steve let out a pained groan. He dropped the lamp, and you caught it by the handle before using all your strength to swing the base against his head like a baseball bat. He stumbled backwards while his hand reached up near his temple. He pulled it back and inspected the blood. You remained frozen, having hoped that the blow would have at least knocked him out. His broad figure compromised your escape route to the door of his bedroom, so running was not an option.

“We need to fix this fuckin’ attitude of yours,” he grumbled, and while you were lost in your predicament of all escape routes being impossible, he snatched the lamp, this time breaking it in half like a toothpick before tossing both ends over his shoulder to the opposite side of the room. “I wanted a kind and docile housewife. Not some ungrateful bitch.” 

He practically pounced on you, and you fought, pushing against his brick wall of body, before relenting with the knowledge he was far too strong for you.

“Well you’ve got the wrong person, buddy-pal,” you quipped, but your voice trembled in your compromised position..

“No. I don’t. Because I’ve already seen her, you, at the club. And I don’t know why the hell you gotta give me some attitude when I’m trying to save you from the shitshow of a life you’re livin’. Maybe you’re just scared. Scared of letting someone take care of you when you’ve been fighting for yourself for so long, so you put on the unappreciative bitchy exterior.” 

Was this man serious? How delusional did he have to be to think all of that after one encounter?

“Well guess what,” he whispered, face so close to you that his breath fanned over you. “I’ll fucking rip it apart. I’ll break you down. Shatter this pathetic wall you have up until I get back the girl at the club. Might take a couple good fuckings, but I’ll finally get it out of you.” His thumb stroked your cheek, brushing away the tears that had shed at his admissions. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” he cooed. “This is for the best.”

You let out a small whimper, another round of tears flowing, at the sound of his belt unbuckling and fly coming undone. 

You began pounding against his chest and begged him not to.

You wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Easily holding you down, Steve let out a stuttered moan as he entered you slowly. You begging turned into sounds of agony as he stretched you out and filled you like no other had before. 

“I wanted our first time time to be special. Slow and loving,” he confessed as he stilled inside of you. He slowly pulled out before slamming his hips back in and muffling your shriek with a large hand. “Gotta say, this is still pretty special though. Might just love those big watery doe eyes lookin’ at me a little more than that cute smile of yours. You just look so pretty, all wrecked and crying for me, doll.” He moved his hand slightly aside to lick a strip of your tear stained cheek, letting out a hum of approval.

You thrashed under him, hands lashing out until one of his own came to wrangle both wrists above your head, so you resorted to bucking your hips in hopes of throwing him off. It was hopeless. 

But you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The hand covering your mouth moved down to hold you hip down in a bruising grip. He just rutted into you harder and faster in response to your outburst.

You couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. The searing of your walls was slowly melting into pleasure. You feared accidentally letting a moan slip and alerting Steve to your pleasure.

But Steve could tell how you enjoyed it. Although tears flowed freely from your eyes, your pussy squelched, the sound blending in with the clapping of skin each time he drove into you.

“Told you. I’d fuck you. Like a whore,” He managed to get out between thrusts. “And you fuckin’ love it too.” He let out a dark chuckle. “God you’re such a slut.”

You whined as he pulled out when he flipped you over, but he made up for it by beginning to drill into you harder than before. With every brutal thrust, his cock glided against your g-spot before the tip punched against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Steve roped your hair around his palm and yanked your head back. Your back arched painfully to accommodate.

“Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me your my slut. Only mine. Only for me. Not that stupid fuckin’ club. Mine.”

“N-no. No,” you stuttered, barely being able to form words. You wouldn’t let him have his victory. You wouldn’t give it to him and bend to him.

Because you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

He once again yanked your hair, this time using the momentum to bring your body flush against him. His other arm came to wrap around your waist, and he secured your back to him, never once letting up on fucking you. The new angle made your body light on fire, and a moan escaped past your lips.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut and I’ll let you cum.”

You wouldn’t. You still had some dignity left. You’d be strong. You’d-

“Oh fuck, I’m your slut. Please let me cum. Please, please, I need it so bad. I’m your fucking slut! Only yours Steve!” you cry out. Humility and pleasure both burned your body.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, quickening his pace. “Cum now. Cum all over my cock.”

You did just that. Your cunt clenched around his cock while you gushed around him. Pleasure constricted around your entire body like fire. 

“Good little whore. All mine,” Steve chanted, but you barely heard him. All you could think about was Steve and his cock. You shattered. Your mind, your body, your will, all shattered to a million pieces.

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You sigh, smoothing down the flowy pink skirt that stopped right about your knees. That was all six months ago but it felt like years. Steve made good on his word. Here you were, the good little docile housewife, waiting for him to return home from a mission that had taken him three days, a home cooked meal sitting on the table. Waiting to be devoured by the ravenous man who would return. Just like you.

You didn’t even attempt to escape this time. The first time you had managed to shatter the living room window with a lamp (ironic, huh?) while Steve was in the bathroom. You had made it down the fire escape before he intercepted you in the alley and dragged you quietly back to the apartment with a gun concealed between your bodies. When you got inside, Steve brutally took your virgin asshole. The second time, you tried the same thing, but Steve caught you before you even stepped foot out the window. After replacing the glass with a new bulletproof material from S.H.I.E.L.D., he starved you for five days, only allowing you water. He still made you cook for him though. It was a cruel joke to him, watching you make him a meal while your stomach was about to eat itself. He’d fuck you hard after, and your body felt like it’d break in half.

The third time was three months after that. You’d managed to gain his trust enough to let him take you for a walk in the park, and after a knee to the groin, you took off and hid yourself in a crowd of people. It wouldn’t be a good image for Captain America to be hunting down an innocent girl on the streets of New York. You managed to be away from him for almost 24 hours, but you couldn’t go to the police. After telling them you were a stripper that broke into Captain America’s apartment, you highly doubt they’d believe the rest of your story.

You were in the grocery store with some stolen cash when Bucky Barnes finally caught you. He muttered a couple words about how pretty Bella was and how he’d hate to put a bullet through her pretty head, and you followed him like a dog back to Steve’s building. Steve, as a thank you to Bucky and a punishment for you, let Bucky fuck you for hours till you passed out with his metal hand around your neck.

You smile to yourself, hoping Steve would be happy that you remained compliant and would be there to greet him as he returned home.

The sound of a lock turning snaps you out of your thought, and your head turns to the door as Steve enters.

“Sweetheart!” you say as you throw yourself on him, hands intertwined behind his neck.

“Hi honey,” he greets, smiling down at you, taking in the sight before he leans down to give you a peck on your painted red lips. You almost frown at your eagerness to return it. Almost. But your interest is directed toward Steve as he reaches into a paper shopping bag. “Got you a little something. Know how much you love to paint.” 

He pulls out a set of brushes, showing them to you, before handing you the entire bag. You look inside and gasp. So many colors and canvases. This was your life before he had trapped you, and here he was, giving you a piece of it back.

“Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you,” you begin. “I-”

Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.

“Anything for my girl. Besides I figured you could use some practice.”

“For what?” you ask.

“Well, I bought us a house!” he announces, grinning. “That implant of yours will be wearing off in a couple months, and I’d love for you to paint a mural in the nursery. For our baby.”

[emerald-chaos]

Congrats on 500 Sav!! 🥺

In honor of the ✨and they were roommates✨ vine, may I request a FWB situation w/ Roommate!Bucky? 🥰 full free range for you to write whatever you feel inspired with that <33

Lee, I am obsessed with this. Obviously, I had to go rated R because well.....reasons. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI); oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering, explicit language, spit kink, praise kink, Bucky Barnes being a cocky bastard.

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You sat at the table in your underwear and tanktop, too hungover to even consider putting more clothes on. You were 98% sure your roommate had gone home with someone else last night anyway, so you were free to traipse around the apartment in as little clothing as your heart pleased.

The breakfast you made yourself just wasn't cutting it for you but there were unfortunately no better options because Bucky had forgotten it was his week to get groceries. You should have known that getting into a friends with benefits relationship with your roommate was a piss poor idea, but the man could be quite persuasive. Now, anytime the two of you had an argument, Bucky thought he could just make it better with his tongue.

While he wasn't wrong, it wasn't necessarily the best way of settling arguments or qualms regarding living arrangements and the like. In fact, it was the reason why you were eating dry Cinnamon Toast Crunch right now. Fuckin' Bucky.

The familiar squeak of the front door opening signaled to you that he was home just as you were finishing your dry cereal. Perfect, an opportunity to talk to him about your desperate need for groceries. Bucky came into the kitchen, brunette strands sticking to his forehead with sweat and cheeks flushed with a pink tint. Bucky stopped as soon as he saw you, slowly dragging his eyes along the curve of your breasts and bare thighs.

"Where have you been?" You asked, looking him over. "You know what, I don't want to know. We need to talk about groceries."

It was painfully obvious that Bucky wasn't listening as he simply walked closer, eyes still hungrily drinking you in. He tossed his phone onto the counter top and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

You crossed your legs one over the other, knowing exactly where his mind was at. The way he looks at you makes the wetness pool between your legs, but you can't give in to him this time. Contrary to what he thinks, you can't survive off pussy alone.

"Bucky, this is serious! We don't have anything to eat!"

A low chuckle came from his chest and you instantly regretted your word choice for this particular moment.

"What are you talking about, peach? M'breakfast's right here." Bucky spoke, finally looking you in the eyes as he sank to his knees one by one, the grin spread across his face was one you wanted to slap right off.

"Bucky." You tried to give him a warning tone but it was useless. Bucky knew exactly what it was he wanted and he knew he was going to get it.

His hands rested on top of your knees as he uncrossed your legs and pushed them apart, once again licking his lips once he spots the wet patch already forming on your underwear.

You huff, exasperated at his inability to think about anything other than sex.

"Fine. If I let you eat me out will you please have a conversation with me about groceries?" You begged, hips sliding forward on the chair as Bucky pulls your them to the edge.

"Whatever you say, peach." Bucky's fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips to help him slide them off.

Curse your stupid libido and Bucky Barnes' stupid handsome face.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs, Bucky spread your legs wide for him as he blew cold air over your glistening cunt. A whine left your lips as you squirmed under his grip.

"I'd say she missed me." Bucky grinned as used two metal fingers to spread you, bottom lip becoming trapped in between his teeth once he saw you on full display for him.

"Christ, Bucky! Just do something alre--oh." Your thought was cut off by the flat of his tongue dragging upwards through your folds. Your hands immediately tethered themselves into his hair.

You could feel Bucky's grin against your core, but you were too blissed out to say anything about it. The man was a smug bastard, but God, did he know what he was doing.

Your head fell back against the chair as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves. Bucky worked his tongue skillfully against your cunt, alternating between short licks and full on dipping his tongue into your hole. It was nearly impossible to not rock your hips against his face and whimper.

When the feeling of his tongue left you, so did a whine. You pushed yourself up to see what it was he was doing, only to catch him collecting saliva in his mouth and spitting onto your already soaked core. It felt like all the air had been pushed out of your lungs and you forgot how to speak.

Bucky winked at you and dove back in to your cunt, devouring you like it was his purpose in life. Occasional hums would leave his lips, heightening the sensation you felt. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, Bucky began to shake his head back and forth.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, grabbing onto his head with both hands while you arched your back against him.

Bucky kept a tight hold on your thighs, ensuring that there was no way you could get away from him. While he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it, he prodded his middle finger against your hole. The man loved nothing more than to tease you and get you worked up for him.

"Please." You whined, grinding against him.

"Such a polite girl for me, peach." Bucky hummed against your clit once more as he slid his middle finger into your tight cunt.

One of your hands went up and behind you to hold on to the chair as the other continued to grip onto Bucky's hair. The feeling was almost unbearable, but only in the best fucking way. The combination of his mouth alternating between suckling and swirling around your clit and the feeling of his finger curling up against your g-spot was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Please, oh god Bucky, please! I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, legs beginning to shake.

"You wanna cum on my face, Peach? Hmm? Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my tongue."

His words paired with his skillful assault on your cunt were enough to cause the coil in your abdomen to snap. It felt as though your eyes were going to roll back completely into your head as you squeezed his head between your thighs, continuing to rock your hips against his face as he assisted you through your orgasm.

Your body collapses practically against the chair as Bucky gently lowers your legs back down to the ground. As your vision clears up, all you see is Bucky leaned back on his haunches before you, face glistening with your slick as he grins up at you.

"Alright, peaches. Let's talk."

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[august-bleeds-red]

Carnival Lights

(Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader)

Bo makes a stranger’s ride on the Ferris wheel more than an average trip to the carnival.

WARNINGS: Non-con, forced orgasm (NSFW below the line).

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It was your first blind date since you were sixteen. The guy was twenty-three and already a junior partner in a prestigious law firm, and dull as paint. But, even discounting his handsome face and impeccable manners, your mom would never forgive you if you messed up on the first date. He’d opted out of riding the wheel with you, confessing a fear of heights that prevented him scaling anything higher than a stepladder, and had stepped away to pick up snacks for when you descended.

 The Ferris wheel had always been your favourite ride as a kid, back when your dad used to take you to the carnival, and you really wanted at least one ride before the night ended – for old time’s sake. You didn’t care if it made you look weird to ride alone.

 The wheel is an old-fashioned one with round, metal-roofed cars, with seats sitting opposite each other. Thankfully, it doesn’t tilt too far with just your weight to balance it.

 “Just you?” the attendant asks. You nod.

 He’s just about to close the door and secure it when someone speaks up:

 “Excuse me, y’all mind if I ride with you?”

 He’s a handsome, dark-haired man in his thirties, with a lazy Louisiana drawl, dressed comfortably in work pants and a navy button-down shirt, an old red-and-white trucker cap sticking out of his back pocket. His face is friendly, eyebrows raised in hope as he awaits your response.

 “Oh . . . I, uh . . .”

 You’re not sure your date would appreciate you sitting in such a confined space with a strange guy you just met, but the attendant is looking at you impatiently, so you panic and shrug in consent. The guy smiles and takes the seat opposite you, the car bouncing a little at the change in weight. His legs are long, his knees almost brushing yours, but he keeps his hands at a respectable distance in his lap. The attendant fastens the door shut and the car trundles a few feet along to allow the next passengers. You know it’s gonna take a while – they need to fill up every car before setting the wheel to spin freely. Which means you’re sitting with this guy for at least the next ten minutes.

 “Name’s Bo,” he says, holding out a hand to you.

 “Um . . . Y/N,” you reply, accepting the handshake politely. His hand is big, his palm warm against yours.

 “Figured we might as well get acquainted if we’re stuck in this tuna can together,” he reasons.

 “Yeah,” you grin nervously, not wanting to point out that you’re only “stuck” because it was his idea to join you.

 “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m a creature of impulse – my ma used to take me and my brothers on this wheel when we were little kids, an’ I saw you sittin’ alone and, I dunno, you just looked like a nice girl, so I took a shot.”

 “No, it – it’s okay,” your smile grows more genuine. “My dad used to take me on this wheel too, every time the carnival came into town.”

 He smiles, his eyes fixed on your face. He has an intense, dark stare, his brown eyes barely blinking. “So you here by yourself?”

 “No, my date’s around here somewhere.”

 “Well, that’s a little weird,” Bo says. “Leavin’ you to ride alone?”

 “Heh, yeah,” you shrug. “Doesn’t like heights.”

 Bo snorts and mutters something that sounds like, “Pussy.” You can’t help but giggle.

 The car has now elevated far enough from the ground as to make disembarking impossible. You gaze down at the sprawling carnival lights, illuminating the stalls, food carts and rides in a soft, golden glow.

 You don’t speak up when Bo shifts in his seat, edging closer to you so your knees touch. The car is small – there’s no reason to make a fuss for what could just be an honest mistake. Until his fingertips brush against the crown of your kneecap.

 “Kinda irresponsible, really,” he says, his voice lowering. “Leavin’ a little lady as cute as you unaccompanied.”

 Would it be rude to ask him to stop talking? Or at least to move his hand? His fingers are definitely rubbing the inside of your knee now, his gaze hot in a way that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing.

 You’re just about to say something, when he ‘casually’ shifts in his seat, lifting his trouser leg high enough for you to see the handle of a knife tucked into his heavy boot. Your blood runs cold and you press your lips together. His hand slides further up your leg until his whole palm is resting on your thigh.

 “I know if it were me,” he purrs, “I wouldn’t let you outta my sight for a moment.”

 Your fingers are shaking, your skin beginning to prickle.

 “Please . . .” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

 He grins. “Please what, princess?”

 “I . . .” you swallow around the lump rising in your throat. “Please don’t hurt me.”

 He laughs. “Then you’ll do what I say, won’t cha?”

 He eases the knife from his boot and pockets the guard protecting the blade, tracing the dull edge down the soft skin of your thigh. One false move, one flick of his wrist, and you’d be bleeding out all over the car floor. He leans across and uses the blade to dislodge the straps of your dress.

 “Let’s see them gorgeous tits,” he says. Reaching across, he pulls at your neckline, revealing the strapless bra you’re wearing underneath. “Oh, honey – d’you wear that just for me?” Slipping his fingers inside the blue lace cup, he releases one of your breasts and squeezes roughly. You whimper, clapping a hand over your mouth when the knife twitches in his hand.

 “Look at these pretty little nipples,” he flicks his thumb over one, smiling when it hardens at his touch. “Why, they’re already pleased to see me, aren’t they?”

 Cursing your treacherous body, you shut your eyes and wince as he scoops your other breast free, jiggling the soft flesh.

 “God damn, these puppies look sweet enough to eat,” he moans, leaning in and lapping at one nipple with his tongue. You cringe away from him, gasping when he takes a firm grip on the back of your head.

 “Now,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna come sit on my lap, right? We’re gonna have a little fun. Easy, nice and slow – don’t wanna draw too much attention now, do we?

 Hating your own cowardice, you shift from your seat and turn, letting Bo settle you against his clothed erection. You can feel it through the fabric, digging into your ass. The car stays at an inconspicuous angle, the cars below, above or opposite you none the wiser as to what’s going on.

 Bo keeps one hand on your breast, squeezing and pinching, the other strays further downwards. The knife is stowed away back into his boot, but you already know better than to make a grab for it.

 “Let’s see just how much of a good girl y’really are,” he whispers in your ear, teeth biting at the side of your neck. A shiver runs through you, and you can tell he feels it by the way his lips curl against your skin. The tips of his fingers brush your panties and you close your eyes in shame at how damp they are. You’ve always had sensitive breasts, and the way he’s sucking and teething at your skin is only making it worse. Nudging aside the silky fabric, you gasp when his thick, calloused fingers trace the outline of your pussy.

 “Ahh, there we go,” he shifts a little, spreading your thighs further apart with his knees. “Just look how wet y’are for me. You’re just a little slut, ain’t cha?”

 His fingers push past your folds, rubbing at your clit and making your legs tremble. He slips in up to the first knuckles of his index and middle fingers, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced movement.

 “Y’like the way my fingers feel in you, you little whore?” he growls in your ear. “Fuck, you’re soakin’ wet. Bet you wish you could take my hard fuckin’ cock in that sweet little cunt, huh? Ride me ‘til I fill you up with cum, you dirty fuckin’ slut.”

 He forces another finger inside you, tilting his wrist to allow them to sink in right to the hilt. You stretch around his digits, your slick walls inviting him in further. Why is this happening? Why are you so turned on? Your heart flutters in the cage of your chest and you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

 “Thaaaat’s it,” Bo croons, quickening pace. “You love it, don’t you, you little whore? You love havin’ my fingers all up in your cunt.”

 You shake your head and the hand molesting your breast takes a firm hold of your jaw. He turns your head to face him and your lips are assaulted – his tongue staining your mouth with the faint taste of tobacco. Your pussy is liquid in his hands, the warm whispers of pleasure building steadily in your lower stomach.

 “You’re gonna fuckin’ cum for me,” he growls. “Y’hear that, bitch? You’re gonna cum on my fingers like a slut. C’mon, gimme that goddamn cunt. Show how much you love bein’ fingered like a cheap whore.”

 Bitch. Slut. Whore. The poisonous words hang in the air around you.

 “Tell me you wanna cum,” he demands. “Beg me to make you cum.”

 “I— I can’t . . .” you whimper. You don’t think you could live with yourself if you stooped to that level of indignity. Then he stops and the sky comes crashing down around your ears. “F-fuck—!”

 “Tell me what I wanna hear, baby.” He moves his fingers again at a brutal pace, the friction against both your clit and G-spot almost too much to bear. It’s growing, reaching such a pitch as to make your ears ring.

 “Fuck, please . . .” you screw your eyes shut against what you feel is the judgment of the world. “Please . . . make me cum—”

 “Say my name, bitch,” he growls. “Tell me who this fuckin’ cunt belongs to.”

 “Bo! Y-you . . . my . . . it belongs to you . . . oh God, Bo, please, please—”

 At the last moment, as you feel your walls contracting, he shoves two fingers in your mouth, grunting with satisfaction as you bite down to prevent yourself crying out from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. He chuckles darkly in your ear, his fingers making an obscenely wet sound as they withdraw from you.

 He allows you to reassemble yourself before the wheel has completed its final loop. You run a hand through your tangled hair and wipe away the smears of mascara beneath your eyes, while he sucks the shining fluid from his fingers with apparent relish. The last few drops, however, he spares for you. You gag around the fingers he forces into your mouth, tasting the tangy flavour of your own juices.

 When the attendant lets you out, Bo gestures for you to go first, like the Southern gentleman one might presume him to be at first glance. You can see your date waiting for you, a stick of cotton candy in one hand. As you reach him, he watches Bo leave the car behind you.

 “Who was that?” he asks, handing you the pink cloud of spun sugar.

 “No-one,” you shrug as casually as you can manage. You could tell him, now you’re free from the cage. But you don’t. And you never will.

 Grinning like a cat in a dairy barn, Bo secures his cap atop his head. Catching your eye one last time, he winks, nods, and disappears into the crowd.   

~

Inspired by a soundgasm piece by @gentlemanswitch.

[shslrose]

Angel - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

Request:  gundham x female!reader, please!! i’m not very good with scenerios so i guess just go wild, but could the reader be on the more sensitive, motherly side? thank u in advance!

a/n - i hope i did this justice! thank you so much for the request!! <3

You had awoken from a nightmare in a cold sweat. A quick glance out your cottage window told you that the sun had only just begun to rise. You tried to fall asleep, but the thought of being killed haunted your mind. Would you be stabbed, like Byakuya? Or perhaps it would be blunt trauma, like Mahiru? You felt you had no other option, so you quickly left your cottage, wearing nothing but your white nightgown, deciding that you needed someone to help comfort you.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at Gundham’s cottage. For a moment, you hesitated to knock, fearful of disturbing his sleep. The fear of being alone crept back into your mind, and your hesitation dissipated. You had hardly begun to knock on the door when it had swung open, revealing your closest ally, Gundham Tanaka.

“Y/N…?” He said sleepily, a hint of surprise in his voice. He looked at your appearance, and in turn you looked at his. As he took in the sight of you, standing before him wearing a nightgown that was borderline indecent, a blush came over his face. At the same time, you analyzed his appearance; he wore a simple, yet flattering white t-shirt that clung to his body, and boxers. You also noticed the dark bags that had formed under his grey eyes, his red contact nowhere to be seen. 

“Wh..what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, looking away from you. He longed for his signature scarf, which had been discarded many hours ago and now hung next to his coat, for he could feel warmth rushing to his face. “Do you intend to challenge me, the Supreme Overlord of Ice? A foolish choice of action, if so, for I will not hesitate to defeat any challenger...even if it is an angel, such as yourself.”

“C-challenge? No..no I..I was just...scared,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have bothered y-”

“Nonsense!” He declared, before gesturing with his left hand for you to enter his cottage. “You are no bother, none at all.”

You noticed then his left arm was uncovered, a distinct change from it’s usual status of being covered in bandages. You also noticed several small bite marks and scratches. As you entered the cottage, he must have noticed your gaze while closing the door, since he spoke again.

"Ah, truly you must be in possession of the All Seeing Eye! To notice such a detail… truly, you are an angel!”

It was your turn to blush then. Angel. He called you that frequently, and it never failed to leave you flustered. “Gundham… your arm, did your devas do that?”

“Fuhahaha,” he laughed, uproariously. “Tis but a minor injury, and of no consequence to a being such as myself!”

“But still… I’m no Ultimate Nurse, but will you please allow me to wrap your arm in bandages?”

“I… Well… It’s not a good idea, for an angel such as yourself to come that close to a dark creature like me,” he said nervously. It was too late, your caring nature had already kicked in and there was no way you were giving in. Without warning, you reached out and held his hand.

“See? It’s okay.” You said, with his hand in yours. In that moment, Gundham had never blushed so hard before in his life, but you hardly noticed. “Now, sit down please. I need to wrap your arm, so you can heal properly.”

Normally, Gundham would’ve protested, but he could hardly think straight, not while you were holding his hand. It was almost as if… you cared for him? But no, that was impossible. How could someone like you ever care for him…? So he simply obeyed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. You let go of his hand then, moving towards his dresser to grab a bandage, and he felt an immense sense of disappointment. How he yearned to feel your warm touch again…

It wasn’t long before you returned to him, and began carefully tending to his arm. For a short while, the two of you sat in silence, but it wasn’t long before you spoke up.

“Gundham?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I was just wondering… why you… why do you… call me an angel?” As the question escaped your lips, you couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him. 

“Why do I call you an angel? Hmph. Do you also ask why red roses are red? Some things in nature simply are what they are.” He paused for a moment before continuing, as though he was considering whether or not he should. “I have told you before, I am the product of an angel and a demon, and as a cursed halfbreed I am destined to unleash true hell upon hell itself…! My mother was an angel, and so I can see that angelicness reflected within you. True kindness lives within you, I can see it in your aura! Truly, you are an angel!”

“Oh, so it’s because I’m kind? Just as your mother was?” You asked, simply. You had finished wrapping his wounds, and now the two of you sat side by side.

“Well… there is also the matter of your appearance,” he continued, shyly.

“My...appearance?”

“It… it is obvious that you have an...angelic appearance... on this astral plane,” he said, stuttering slightly. One glance over at you was already too much for him, the sight of you, sitting on his bed, wearing that enticingly thin nightgown...

“I.. I don’t understand…?” You asked, although a small part of you did understand.

“I...I mean to say that.. well… you are… quite.. beautiful,” he mumbled. 

“You.. think I’m beautiful?” 

“D-do not make me repeat myself!” he declared suddenly. “Is it not clear that I… find you to be… attractive..?”

That was all you needed to hear: you leaned over and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was short and sweet, lasting only a moment before you pulled away. A surprised expression was plastered on Gundham’s face, and for a moment you wondered if you had made a mistake.

“Did.. did you not want that? I-I’m sorry, I just thought-”

Before you could finish, he kissed you. He pulled you onto his lap, and then you were on top of him, straddling him as you made out. Passion override your mind, and the fear you had felt earlier was erased.

As time went by, the sun rose fully, and it was time for everyone to gather at the hotel restaurant. Well, almost everyone.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chiaki asked. “I haven’t seen her since yesterday… I think.”

Geez, that girl seriously needs to get more confident in her statements, thought Hajime.

“Ah, and Gundham is missing as well!” Nagito pointed out. “I hope a murder has occured. A new class trial needs to start soon, so we can overcome desp-”

“Shut the fuck up, you bastard!” Fuyuhiko exclaimed. “What kind of sick fuck hopes there’s a murder?!”

“If a murdered occured,” Hiyoko called out, “I bet it was that nasty trashy pigshit, Mikan, who did it!”

“W-w-what?!” Mikan cried.

“Everyone, please calm down!” Sonia shouted. “I shall go to Gundham and Y/N’s cottages and retrieve them!” Sonia, along with Kazuichi who volunteered to go with her and Fuyuhiko who agreed to come along in order to prevent any of Kazuichi’s perverted antics, left the restaurant. She was eager to find her lost classmates, but upon entering Gundham’s cottage, she was extremely surprised to find you there, lying in his bed alongside him. 

“Y/N! What are you… the two of you…how disgraceful…!”

Kazuichi, who was just seconds behind her, gasped. “G-gundham? Are you kidding me? Gundham landed Y/N before I nailed Miss Son-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” the yakuza interrupted, “or I’ll shut it for you!”

The trio stepped out, allowing you and Gundham to get dressed. You had nothing but your nightgown, so Gundham lended you one of his shirts. Outside, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi were still bickering. The five of you made your restaurant, with you and Sonia trailing behind the boys.

“So, Gundham, how was she? C’mon, you gotta tell us everything! Did she let you touch her b-”

“Cut it, Soda!” Fuyuhiko shouted, before cracking a small grin. “Really though, Gundham, nice going.”

The idea of talking about you with them was true hell to Gundham, so he simply blushed, covered his face with his scarf, and muttered out some excuse about not knowing what they meant. 

As he walked, he thought of nothing but you. Truly, you were his angel.

{please send in any danganronpa requests! i will write literally anything for literally any character. also, like / reblog / follow if u enjoyed <3}

[rebelliouslala]

4 Something

warnings- character death, language, cult like behavior, angst

word count- 1.7k

You had been introduced to everyone, but to be honest, you felt as if you could not memorize the men you had just met.

To be fair, there were 16 other men.

Selen was the eldest, and therefore the elder brother figure of the entire Pound. Mouse was the youngest. He was an “intern” at the Dream Gems. He sat next to Chenle, and whispered to him quietly in Korean. He looked so small in this gang. You assumed he had to join when he was possibly younger than you became a member in the Ripple.

Selen had made you meet the others, and even repeat their names. Victory sighed as he endured everyone hugging him and strangely calling him Orpheus. Selen, surprisingly, went quick. With each snap of his fingers, as if it were the 1920’s, he pointed and named.

Your head spun with the names; You only went by small descriptions to memorize each man. And even then, you had no idea. Osaka, or Herac was sitting next to a lean man, Zeus. This man was lanky, but smiled widely and laughed as he sang.

The one that Johnny sat next to, with his statuesque face was Aphrodite. He was breathtaking. Gogo- Hermes, was faced away from a very energetic boy, with feathery hair, Helios. You looked at another man, with a pinched nose, named Athene. Selen sat next to him. You stared at him, and he nodded at you silently. 

And in this room, Johnny was not even referred to his name, his English nor Korean, but as Ares. You held his hand under the table.

“So, Eos has made this, Psy is their name, as a new spy. Now, Athene will make the plan.” Selen said loudly.

The man mentioned nodded, before he did a double take. “What? Hyung—?”

“Eos orders.”

Athene blinked, and he stood up, quietly kicking you.

“OW.” You stated with disgust, glaring up.

“Oh! Pardon me, would you mind punching Selen?” Athene said like a gent. 

There was an ahem. The man who made the noise placed his hands under his chin. “Continue, Athene.” Aphrodite said with a coolness.

The other man sighed quietly, but he got out a scroll. It was curled, but he laid it out so everyone can see. Yuta -you didn’t even want to try to remember his name-, helped it keep it open with his elbow, and another boy who was introduced as Songbird, who smiled up at Athene.

Athene now read loudly, “My fellow Gods, demigods and mortals; we invite a new, fellow mortal by the name of Psy. They have a chance to take down our enemy. Because of this, all business is now closed. We will be quiet and we will,” Athene leaned closer, muttering to himself in Korean, “We will now not be active. Herac, Dolphin, Psy and Ares, shall all go to the West Side and take the corrupt Ripple down. Any news from our spies will be delivered by Songbird and Orpheus.” Athene sighed as he pulled away, “With Godspeed, Eos.”

You hid your smirk at his flat tone. Perhaps Eos was too much of a narcissist to even realize his team was much too sick of his dramatics.

Athene pulled the scroll back, and he blinked. “Any questions?”

“Yeah.” You crossed your arms, “Is Eos okay?”

Aphrodite scoffed and he looked at you through his lashes. The other men, including Selen, scoffed and harrumphed at your response.

“Well don’t look at me like I’m some sort of goon.” You stood up. “You all might’ve thought the same.”

“Eos,” said the young man you saw training earlier, you believe his name was Achilles, “Is a God among us. I am lucky to be seen as a demigod—,”

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Johnny’s shoulder, and whispered loudly, “What a cult, am I right?”

“Psy,” he whispered with guilt.

You turned, and sighed, holding the bridge of your nose as you looked upon everything. The shining waxed table. The white suits everyone wore. Their stares. How they all looked down.

“I’m going to take down the Ripple my way. Chenle—,”

“He is known as Dolphin!” Orpheus, started.

“Not another word out of your mouth.” You glared at him, before turning away, gently tapping Johnny.

He sounded worried. You’re already in enough shit. You should be dead. More than ever in this situation. With Eos. This is the worst scenario and your best friend didn’t know how to act. You held his hand tightly above the table and smiled.

“Let’s go. I will contact Ch- Dolphin, with updates. And or, Victory- Orpehus.” You giggled as Johnny stood up with you.

“Then Godspeed,” Helios said to you calmly.

“God damn,” you replied with a smirk, and pull your friend out as the others daggered your back with judgement.

And another, foreign dagger stared above the table, witnessing every single move you had just made.

The funeral was that. A funeral.

Nothing prepared you for the pain you felt staring at Yangyang’s body. His face was still, no smile, and he was so, so pale. Unlike the photo that was next to him. It was only from a few days ago. He was grinning. Laughing. It was with Mr. Money and Sushi, but they were edited out.

His real name was read out in multiple languages. From German, Chinese, Korean, English. It read the same. Liu “Dreamer” Yangyang. Friend. Son. Brother.

You gripped onto Johnny, and looked up at his eyes, trying to find his warmth. It had to be. It was supposed to be. Impossible. It had to be.

Johnny sighed quietly as his lips contorted, before he finally grabbed onto the words. “D-Do you remember how Dreamer always knew what you wanted for your birthday? And how he always shared with us the photos of Louis and Leon?”

A hot tear escaped your eye, as you hid in his huge chest and nodded. You nodded frantically as you began to sob. Johnny’s big hands held you, and he placed his chin on you, sighing quietly again. 

The plan was ruined. You lost the man who should be here and hugging you and Johnny before you both went on a cruise to Korea, and then after that, the world.

You let go to breathe, biting the inside of your cheeks with anger. Your gaze turned to Victory’s tears, and Sushi looking at the youngest member’s body

His face reminded you, strongly of how you were young once. Running away and living with Johnny out on the streets of Baise. You had only one television, the news, and that broadcast that evening was of a grown woman crying, over and over in Taiwanese, “WHERE IS MY SON? WHO TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME?”

His eyes shared the same pain.

“Psy.” You turned as Mr. Money hugged you. Embraced you. He hid in you. “I-I can’t we could’ve lost you too. And John, we- fuck.”

Osaka was in the corner, looking down as he stared at the Ripple mourn.

Once Mr. Money had released himself, you stared at Jewel letting Smalls and Henry hug him tightly. Jewel despised any touching. 

The fierce, cunning man, couldn’t even look what is inside the coffin. He only held the two now youngest members close to his heart.

Your hands gripped, nails digging to your palms. Now this was something you couldn’t take. The Pound may have you and Johnny’s lives on a string. But nothing could describe your frustration, to Sicheng. Victory. Whatever his name was.

To Yuta himself.

Osaka got up from his place on the wall, and he strutted himself to the coffin. He peaked over. 

Today, the man wore not the white cult suit from the Pound, but a simple, and dull outfit. He took off his grey jacket, his white shirt bulging out oddly, as his black shoes, matching his black suit pants, had rubbed against the table that Dreamer was placed upon.

“He knew.”

Everyone turned to the man. Osaka took a katana from inside his shirt, and now the cloth hugged him. The weapon had a sky blue diamond handle. The blade itself was an opaque diamond. Osaka placed it in Dreamer’s hands.

Jewel stopped him, gripping it and he glared at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I thought perhaps—,”

Jewel grabbed it with both hands, and he threw back into Osaka’s chest, stepping forward. “You don’t touch his body. You don’t look at it. What the fuck happened there.”

“John already explained,” Smalls tried to explain.

“No, bullshit. John is a nice guy. We don’t even fuckin’ know Osaka- in fact. It seems his Japanese is a little shaky.” Jewel pushed Osaka now, speaking in Japanese quickly, with poison. Your ears weren’t the best in the language, but he did say something along the lines of, “Speak now or hold your peace, bitch.”

Osaka took the blows from Jewel. But he looked up. “We were all ambushed by Dream Gems. You know that they work under the Pound. We believe Chenle—,”

“BBall.” Mr. Money held his cane and separated the men.

“Listen. I’m sorry. I wanted to pay my respects—,” Osaka tried to reason.

“YOU DONT DO SHIT HERE!” Jewel roared, his eyes glowing with anguish. “YOU GOT HIM KILLED!”

“He’s not dead.” You said.

Everyone turned.

“Really? He’s okay? Di-,” Sushi started.

“He’s in a very deep, deep coma.” You slowly take your hand back, and put it in your pockets.

Henry teared up, hugging Smalls, “G-Good.”

“That doesn’t mean shit. Yuta needs to be investigated. On our last and final mission all of the sudden it goes wrong?” Jewel said as he glared at Osaka from the side of his eye.

“Then let’s attack The Pound.”

Johnny held your arm and gently pressed four times.

What.

Are.

You.

Doing.

“We need to make the Pound pay for what they did. And if Osaka isn’t bad, he’ll help.” You look at Osaka. “Won’t you?”

Osaka’s cold face suddenly melted to the side as he leans on a hip and he raised a brow, his smirk curving out as he said, almost naturally, “Perhaps I will for ya, doll.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Who should go with us?”

“Gogo. He’s reliable, after all he’s known Sushi for a long time too, hasn’t he?”

The big man nodded. “Yeah.”

You look at everyone. You planned for a bigger plan. A bigger dramatic. But that’s the Pound’s job. Right now, a plan, quite without common sense, was forming.

And the goal is was for you, and Johnny to be safe.

“For the Dreamer.” You said firmly.

“For the end.” The Ripple echoed back.

[meltwonu]

s n a k e     |     e y e s     [chapter 9]

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!jihoon, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, marking,🥺🥺 thank you for being so patient with me! 💕💕 and I can’t believe this series is almost over!!!! it's been such a ride, and I’m so thankful for all the interest y’all have taken in our cute lil snake hybrid hoonie~~ 💕💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - x

There’s a moment where the ringing in your ears becomes overbearing, Jihoon’s fingers snapping in front of your face being the only thing bringing you back to the present.

“Hey, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

“Huh? No, no you didn’t say anything wrong, I just… I was just thinking of something else. Sorry.” You send him a reassuring smile, asking Jihoon what made him make that decision.

“Mm, well Mingyu and the others… they wanted to do some sort of open mic night thing… It’s nothing huge, just… maybe a start for me?”

A faint blush coats Jihoon’s cheeks, soft chuckles spilling from his lips. “I’ve always been interested in music and I told you I used to busk… just thought maybe I could start really pursuing it. And maybe I can help you pay the bills around here if it takes off.” There’s a beat of silence, the words sitting on Jihoon’s tongue.

“Y’know, maybe like a real couple?”

“A-are you sure about this? You don’t have to, I mean, we’ve never--”

“Don’t you want me to give you a blowjob?”

Jihoon licks his lips, watching you settle yourself onto your knees in front of him. “Well, I mean yeah, I thought about it but--”

“Okay then, what’s the issue?” He bites the inside of his cheeks, trying to look at everything but you. “Um, just… nobody’s ever sucked me off is all…” His body feels hot when you place your palms down on his thighs, your warmth permeating the material of his sweats.

“Really? What a bummer, you have a massive dick.” Jihoon wheezes, nails digging into the sofa when you start to pull his sweats and underwear down. “Mmh, y-yeah… Dunno it felt too intimate...” You giggle cutely, wrapping a hand around his hard cock.

“You don’t have to be shy, y’know. Show me how you want it.”

You slowly run your hand up and down his cock, working him up before you lean in closer, flicking at the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue. Jihoon lets out a hiss, eyes glaring holes into the ceiling of the living room. “But I--fuck, o-okay.” His eyes are on you a second later, watching as you lick a stripe down the base of his cock before licking back up to the head.

“Put me in your mouth, baby.”

He whispers shakily, threading a hand through your hair and gently guiding you down onto him. His breath hitches, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your warm mouth engulfs the head of his cock. “Fuuuuck…”

You swirl your tongue around the head, slowly inching more and more of his cock into your mouth until he hits your gag reflex. Jihoon’s fingertips pull on your hair a little harder, a guttural moan on his lips when he sees you struggling to take more of his cock in.

“You were just talking about my massive dick and now you can’t even take all of me in that tiny mouth of yours.” He chuckles lightly, thrusting his hips up as you swallow around him. “But you--”

A phone ringing cuts Jihoon off, his eyes dancing over to his phone on the coffee table behind you. He tugs on your hair, pulling you off of him as he reaches for his phone. “It’s… Mingyu.” You clear your throat, blinking away the tears that were threatening to spill. “You gonna answer?” Voice cracking as you look up at Jihoon.

“It might be important…” The phone rings in Jihoon’s hand, his eyes locking onto you. “Don’t try anything.” He warns, pressing the ‘accept call’ button before he eases back onto the sofa.

“Yeah? What do you want, Mingyu?”

“Hyung!! Just wanted to check in on you!! I miss you already but I know it’s only been a few days since we saw you!!!”

Jihoon warned you, but you don’t listen. Instead, you wrap a hand around his cock before you sink your mouth back down onto him. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Seokmin wants to say hi!” Mingyu’s cheery voice pours out of the receiver, Seokmin’s voice joining in. “Is this important or what? I’m in the middle of s-something!” Jihoon tangles a free hand in your hair, trying to get you to slow down.

“Mmm, kinda? We talked to Seungcheol-hyung about us doing that open mic thing…”

You take as much of Jihoon’s cock into your mouth as you can, using your hand on the rest of him that won’t fit. He bites his lip to hold in his moans, hips thrusting up into your mouth. “A-and?”

“He said we should do it! He also said he’d help us sign up for it.. But there’s something else!” Jihoon groans as you deepthroat him; your hot and wet mouth making him melt under your touch.

“Are you okay, hyung? You sound like you’re dying? You’re not sick again are you, cause if--”

“No, I’m not sick! I said I’m, ah, in the mid--middle of something…” You run your tongue along the vein on his cock, teasing him before easing your mouth back down onto him. “W--what else is there?”

“Ummm, apparently this ‘An Ode’ place is kinda strict with who they let perform at their cafe.”

“A-and?”

“And so we’re gonna need to record something first to show them we have any skill…”

Jihoon is quiet on your end, eyes clamped shut as he feels the pleasure building up in his body. “O-okay, mmh, I--I’ll figure something out, okay Mingyu?”

“Okay~! I trust you, hyung~ Anyway, how’s your day going?”

“Bad. Now I’m gonna hang up. I’ll talk to you later!!” Jihoon growls, hanging up the phone before Mingyu can even reply. You chuckle around his cock, the vibrations shooting straight up Jihoon’s spine as his fingers in your hair tighten.

“This is the first time anyone’s sucked my cock and you treat it like this?” He guides your head down, making you choke on him. The tears blur your vision, head getting lightheaded as he holds you there.

“You’re lucky Mingyu couldn’t hear anything.” He pulls you off of him, sputtering when the air returns to your lungs. “A--At least it’ll be m-memorable…” Your throat is hoarse, cheeks stained with tears as you sniffle.

“I want you on your hands and knees on the floor facing the window, now.” Jihoon lets go of your hair, letting you massage your sore knees before you adjust yourself where he asked. A blush paints your cheeks as you stare out of the window.

“You want people to find out so bad, don’t you?”

“Maybe~”

Jihoon scoffs, pulling your shorts and panties down in one swift motion before he runs his fingers through your soaking folds. “They already know we’ve fucked on the sofa, y’know. I don’t doubt Mingyu’s told Seokmin either. And your cute ‘lil bunny boy will find out soon enough. Don’t forget our sense of smell is much stronger, sweetheart.”

He takes his time, fingering you and working you open until he can sink three fingers into your tight pussy.

“Mmh, Jihoon… Just fuck me already~” You whine. He pulls his fingers out not a second later, a soft moan spilling from your lips at the sudden emptiness. 

But it’s quickly forgotten when you feel the head of his cock at your entrance, eyes fluttering shut when he starts to sink his cock into you.

The two of you share a moan, Jihoon’s hands gripping your waist as he starts to fuck you from behind.

“We’ll have to do a retake on that blowjob. You need to learn your lesson.”

“F-fuck, yeah~ I wanna choke on your fuckin’ cock.” You giggle, arms slightly giving out as your upper body slowly slumps against the floor.

“Yeah? I’ll fuckin’ make you choke on my cock. Then I’ll cum down your throat ‘n make you swallow it all. Then I’ll fuck you nice and hard, cum inside that tight pussy of yours ‘til it’s spilling out of you.”

You moan, clenching around his cock. “God, you know I want it~” He smirks, the grip on your waist tightening as he thrusts into you.

“I know you do. You like it when I fill you up with my cum. And I know you’ll love swallowing it too.” He laughs, angling his thrusts until he slams into your g-spot. 

The two of you forget about the window; uncaring whether or not anyone sees him fucking you from behind as the two of you get lost in the pleasure.

Jihoon reaches a hand around your body, the pads of his fingers on your swollen clit when he can feel your body start to tense up. “Oh, f--fuck!” He rubs circles on your clit, loving the way you tighten impossibly around his cock. “Wanna feel you cum first though.” You feel the pressure building, soft rushed whispers of Jihoon’s name spilling from your mouth when he rubs harsher circles on your clit.

“S--shit, Jihoon!”

Your entire body seizes in his hold when you cum, stars dancing beneath your eyelids as he fucks you through your orgasm; his fingertips still on your clit. His thrusts never lose their rhythm even when he starts getting closer to the edge; growling when the tension finally snaps for him too.

“F--feels suh--so good…” You slur out, his warm cum filling you up as he slows his thrusts down until he finishes coming down from his high.

The two of you stay in that position for a moment, Jihoon blanketing your body from behind until you whine.

“Mmm… let’s get cleaned up and then we can cuddle… this… isn’t really comfy, Ji…” He chuckles against your back, leaning back up before he slowly slides his cock from inside of you. Pouting, he slides your panties and shorts back up, trapping his cum between you and the material.

“Ugh, feels… gross like that.” He lets out a boisterous laugh, pulling up his own sweats and underwear before standing up.

“We’re gonna get cleaned up anyway. I’ll do the laundry this time.”

After the two of you get cleaned up, Jihoon runs the laundry just like he promised as you set up a movie on the TV. He joins you soon after, snuggling up to you as he spoons you.

“Hey…”

“Yes, Ji?” He stares at the movie, not really taking any of it in. “I don’t know how much you caught of my conversation with Mingyu earlier but… I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know what to do. And I’m kinda freaking out.” You adjust to face him, meeting his confused eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Mingyu said we’d need to record something to prove we have some skill before we can perform at the cafe. And I don’t even have any… equipment for that. I don’t even know where to start.” You can see the worry pooling in his eyes as you caress his cheek. Shit… Soonyoung.

You clench your jaw, a shaky smile on your lips before you lean in to kiss Jihoon softly. When you pull away, he seems a little more at ease, a faint smile on his lips as well.

“I… I might…” There’s a pause in your words, Jihoon watching as you gulp. “I… might k-know someone.”

It takes a little working around but you manage to get Soonyoung’s new number from Minghao; the card with his number in between your fingertips when you get home from the office. Jihoon had taken the day to go back to Seungcheol’s so you were alone for the time being; giving you just enough time to call up your ex.

The line rings and you can feel a cold sweat forming on your skin also immediately. But you remind yourself that you and Soonyoung never really left on bad terms; just that you had two very different lifestyles.

You hear the phone pick up, a small ‘Hi’ squeaked out before Soonyoung can even ask who it is. There’s a second of silence before Soonyoung calls your name questioningly, excitement laced in his voice.

“Wow! I wasn’t… expecting to hear your voice again.”

“Um, yeah, I--I… um, uh… H-how are you, S-Soonyoung?” The nervousness eats away at your body, fingertips tingling. “I’m doing okay! I’m working on some new choreographies so I’ve been busy. I was in the US a few weeks ago on tour too. It’s exhausting but fun! Wow, I really wasn’t expecting to hear your voice today!” He laughs after, a small smile on your lips. He always had an infectious laugh when you were together.

“How about you? Still workin’ with ‘Hao?”

“O-oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m still working with Minghao. He’s still as strict as ever, haha…” The two of you catch up a little as you ease onto your bed. You were happy for Soonyoung; he seemed to find his true calling and seemed to really enjoy his time traveling and working in all sorts of places.

“Hmm, I have a feeling you didn’t call to catch up though. Tell me what’s on your mind!” You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you build up the confidence.

“I… Listen, I know I’m probably asking for a lot here and I know we haven’t really spoken so maybe this is out of pocket but I… Um, some of my friends need to borrow a studio or some equipment. It’s… p-probably not for a long time but they just need a little push. I thought maybe you could help them?” Soonyoung is silent for a moment, only a humming noise on his end as he thinks about your request.

“I might know someone that can help them in the right direction. But I’ll have to call you back when I see what’s up. Is that okay?” You breathe a sigh of relief, happy tears springing to your eyes.

“Yeah! That sounds great! Soonyoung I--I don’t know how to thank you…” He laughs lightly and you can almost see the way his eyes form crescents when he smiles. Just like Jihoon.

“I still care about you, y’know? I know it didn’t work out for us and we agreed to give each other time to heal and fix ourselves but… I hope we can still be friends.”

“M-me too…”

You decide to take a shower after you hang up, Soonyoung letting you know he’ll call you as soon as he finds out what’s going on.

Stepping under the stream of water, you finally let yourself relax as the water washes away all the excess nerves in your body. You start washing your hair, eyes glancing over to the bathroom door that creaks open, Jihoon’s head peeking in.

“Oh, there you are!” He beams at you, hurriedly shedding his clothes before joining you in the steaming shower. Jihoon helps you wash your hair; the pads of his fingers massaging your scalp as you lean into his touch.

“How was your day, Ji?” He hums, letting you step under the stream of water to wash out the shampoo before he runs the conditioner through your hair. “S’okay. We wrote some more stuff for a song. Kinda sucked that Chan couldn’t make it so we just did a video call. How about you? Anything fun happen at the office?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, turning to face him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I--I called Soonyoung.”

“Oh.”

Jihoon runs a wet hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he looks you over. “Can I ask why?” You nod, meeting his questioning eyes. “He knows people who can help, Jihoon. And I want to help you, who knows where this can go, y’know? I asked him if he knew anyone who’d help you guys in the studio or let you borrow some equipment. He said he’d call back when he figured it out.” This time it’s Jihoon’s turn to nod, his arms wrapped around your waist tightening.

“Is that all? He just said he was cool with helping?”

“Mmhmm…” He raises a hand, caressing your cheek before tilting your head up so he can kiss you. And you lean into him, heart beating out of your chest.

He pulls away a moment later, thumb gliding against your bottom lip.

“You seem sad… Are you really okay?” You nod back, hugging him as you rest your head against his collarbone. “It’s just been a weird day, s’all.. Guess we all need to break out of our shells a little, huh?” You chuckle.

“Mm.. I guess… that means we’ll have to meet him in person, huh? If things work out.”

“Y-yeah…”

“Fu--fuck, Jihoon, st--stop, ngh…” His lips trail across your collarbone, sucking love bites onto your skin. But he doesn’t let up, his grip on you getting impossibly tighter as he noses at the column of your neck before nibbling on a patch of skin; only soothing it with his tongue when he’s deemed it red enough.

“Ji--Jihoon, S--Soonyoung’s gonna b-be here any minute, I--mmh!” He presses you against the wall, slotting a leg between your own as he grinds against you.

“Sorry, but I gotta mark what’s mine. You know how it is with us hybrids~” Jihoon’s voice is muffled against your skin and you can visualize the cocky smirk on his lips when another love bite blooms under his lips.

The doorbell rings a few moments later, Jihoon finally detaching himself from you and smoothing down his clothes. “Well, guess we should get that, huh?” He grins at you, watching as you try your best to cover up all the red splotches covering up your neck.

“You’re… evil, Ji.” You pout at him, leading the way to the front door. He wraps his arms around you from behind, licking the shell of your ear. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you know how I am.” He chuckles in your ear before he pulls away, letting you answer the door.

“Hi!”

Soonyoung beams, hands full of takeout boxes with food. “Sorry, thought I should bring some stuff over. Seemed kinda rude to show up empty-handed.” He laughs, stepping into your apartment. You take the things from his hands, ushering him in as Jihoon sizes him up.

“Ah, this--this is Jihoon! Jihoon, this is S-Soonyoung.”

The two males look each other over before shaking each other’s hand; Jihoon’s grip tight on Soonyoung.

“Um, should we… go sit at the dining table?” You offer, the two of them nodding as they follow you.

You place the food down in the kitchen before each of you take a seat, Jihoon sitting next to you as Soonyoung sits across from you both. “So… guess I should start?” You nod at Soonyoung, the nervousness coming back into your body.

“Well, okay, I know a guy, his name is Bumzu. He owns a studio and he said he’s more than willing to help you guys out. Since we don’t really know… Um, where to start, it’s… you and everyone else who’s gonna be working with you will probably need to be in the studio for at least a couple of days. But we can do a day run, see how far we get and go from there.” Jihoon’s hand finds yours underneath the table, squeezing it reassuringly.

“I… appreciate your help, Soonyoung. It means a lot to me--to us. I know a little bit about producing but… Uh, when can we start? If you don’t mind me asking.” Soonyoung’s lips tilt up into a thinking pout, hand on his chin when he looks back at Jihoon.

“I mean, we can start as early as next week. I need to tie up some loose ends with work, but I can get the ball rolling soon. It’s really whenever you guys wanna start. I wanna have a hand in it too if that’s okay, since I’m like the bridge between everyone!” He smiles at Jihoon, trying to let the other male know there’s no malice.

You smile softly, watching at the two converse with each other; thankful that they seemed to get along.

“By the way…” You and Jihoon look at Soonyoung, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Are you two dating?”

Jihoon squeezes your hand hard and you can’t help the blush that coats your cheeks as you shyly avoid Soonyoung’s stare.

“I--Yes, I’m--I’m her boyfriend… a-and her---her h-hybrid. Um, but she doesn’t… like it when I say that. Haha..” Your hand feels clammy in Jihoon’s as he holds Soonyoung’s stare.

“Wait, you’re a hybrid?” Soonyoung leans over the table slightly, shock written on his features as he looks Jihoon over again. “Whoa, you don’t even look like one!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, squeezing Jihoon’s hand back.

“Yeaaah, I like to think of it as a charm point really. It’s like, y’know? Don’t know when I’ll strike or somethin’.” Jihoon giggles, running his free hand through his hair.

“Wow, that’s… different! But cool. I’m glad you’ve found someone that suits you.” The latter part is directed at you; a genuinely happy smile on Soonyoung’s face when he meets your shy eyes. “M-me too… Jihoon is… is really great. We’re very… compatible.”

Jihoon laces your fingers with his own, a shy smile of his own plastered on his features.

Soonyoung claps once, standing up from the table.

“Well, shall we eat? I’m starved! And we have a lot more stuff to discuss!”

[visenyatargaryn]

Once, she had been a wife, a mother... someone who had finally found their happily ever after. However, that all came crashing down once the bombs fell and her once beautiful life turned into ashes before her eyes. After being the only survivor from Vault 111, Evangeline made her way into what was now known as the Commonwealth with one mission in mind:

To find her son and get revenge on the bastard who murdered her husband.

With the ongoing search, Evangeline eventually found herself in one particular neighborhood where she would meet a peculiarly dressed ghoul who—unbeknownst to her, would become the one to drag her out of her ever-growing darkness and back into the light. However, will it be enough to find her son? To save him from the clutches of the Institute? Or will she forever lose the last thing that brought happiness to her?

CHAPTER ONE|| Welcome to Goodneighbor || G || 1575 words || ao3

After getting herself into trouble and barely surviving a trap set up by a band of raiders, Evangeline finds herself at the doors of Goodneighbor—a place known for its infamous reputation. However, instead of finding help... she instead finds herself in a sticky situation where one wrong word or movement could be her last.

The cold steel at her throat burned as the blade pressed harder against her skin. She felt a slight trickle of blood run down her neck from where it had nicked her.

Evangeline was pressed up against the wall of one of the older buildings that surrounded the area. Her attacker, a brute of a man who had cornered her when she entered through the gates—had taken advantage of her vulnerable state of being. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline saw where her shotgun now lay after he had tossed it aside, but not before butting her with the buttstock. She was sure her lip was busted as she could taste the slight trace of copper in her mouth from the impact.

“Now, I’m only gonna say this one more time,” the man growled as he held her up against the wall. “Either you hand over em’ 200 caps as I said, or things are gonna get much, much worse for ya.”

Evangeline stopped herself from laughing at such an absurd thing to say. How much worse could it possibly get for her? She was already living in a fucking nightmare. Her old life was destroyed, turned into ashes after the bombs fell. Everyone she loved and cared for was dead, all except her son Shaun—who had been taken from her. She was impossibly alone in a foreign world where everyone and everything wanted to kill her.

“Fuck you, asshole,” she snarled.

He leaned in close to her with a smile that made her skin crawl, so close that she could smell the foulness of his breath. “Heh. You outta be careful what you say, doll. You’re in no shape to fight, and maybe I’ll just drag you back in one of these here alleys and have my fun. Then I’ll take them caps once I’m done with ya.”

Disgusting pig. If she had not fucked up her leg or lost too much blood – she would have made him regret ever taking advantage of her in the first place. Instead, Evangeline could do nothing like some goddamn helpless damsel in distress because she could barely muster the strength to even put up a fight. She hated him, but more so, she hated herself. Evangeline hated herself for being so damn stupid. She hated herself for even getting into this mess. If she had not let her guard down—if only she had not played the hero. So many ifs… she realized, but it was all too late to think of what she could have changed and face what was currently happening.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a raspy voice yelled out—melting the man’s face into a scowl.

“Whoa, let me stop you right there,” the voice ordered. The blade at Evangeline’s throat released enough to allow herself to turn her head in the direction it came from. Her breath caught as she saw what manner of creature was approaching them.

At first glance, he reminded her of those old zombie films she used to watch as a child—with melted skin that made him look like a living corpse. Most people would cower away out of fear or even disgust for merely coming across a ghoul, but Evangeline refused to do the same. She refused to see them as monsters or freaks that the people of the Commonwealth had labeled them as. To her, ghouls weren’t the stuff of nightmares that kept you awake at night—they were human… well, a more radiated version, of course, but human nonetheless. Taking a closer look, she registered the rest of his appearance. He wore a large, tricorn hat paired with a long, red coat that had seen better years. Tied around his waist, she noted was ole’ glory herself. Evangeline couldn’t help but smile at this strangely dressed ghoul.

“How many fucking times must I remind you?” the ghoul asked, with a touch of irritation in his tone. “Someone steps through that gate the first time; they are a guest. You lay off that extortion bullshit!”

The man in question spat on the ground, giving the ghoul a murderous glare. Evangeline sensed that he had no love for the ghoul—who appeared to be the one in charge of this place. However, she also saw this as an opportunity to deal with her attacker, who was currently distracted and paid her no mind. All she needed was the perfect moment to make her move.

“What d’you care? She ain’t one of us!” he snapped back.

“Doesn’t matter, Finn. What does matter is that she’s a newcomer, and we don’t treat newcomers like this now, do we?” he questioned the man, without a change of tone, but merely repeating its primary emphasis from before. “I said, let her go.”

Finn sneered at the ghoul, looking not all too pleased with the order. At first, Evangeline thought he would refuse and slice her neck open right there on the spot. However, when she felt the blade leave her bare throat, Evangeline let out a breath of relief. It appeared that Lady Luck was on her side for once, it seemed.

“You’re getting soft, Hancock,” the man who had been called Finn, stated as he turned away from her. “You keep lettin’ these outsiders walk all over us; one day there’s gonna be a new mayor.”

Evangeline noticed that he now held the knife loosely in his hand. However, she knew there was only one chance, and if she messed up… she dared not think of what would happen if that would occur. Not wasting any more time, Evangeline grabbed the knife from Finn’s loose grip and thrust the blade into Finn’s neck. She watched as he staggered forward before turning back to face her—his eyes fuming with anger.

“Shit,” Evangeline swore to herself, realizing just how much she fucked up. Before she could react, he had his meaty hands wrapped around her throat, choking the life out of her. Evangeline made a weak attempt to free herself but failed miserably. Her vision began to blur as black spots started to appear—she was going to die, Evangeline realized, and there was no one left to mourn for her.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he snarled. “You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for that, you goddamn—"

Suddenly, his grip around her neck faltered before collapsing onto the ground in front of her, where she then saw the handle of a knife protruding from the back of his head. Looking back at where ghoul stood, whose name was Hancock, she saw that he was the one that threw it—and ultimately saving her life. Without warning, Evangeline’s legs gave out from under her as a wave of relief coursed through her. However, to keep from falling, she supported her back against the wall, sliding down instead of landing on her ass.  

She wanted to cry—to scream but refused to let the weakness overcome her. It was no secret that Evangeline sometimes wished that she should have died along with everyone else in that vault. Instead, she had been the only survivor and was left to live through the hellish nightmare she was thrust into. The pain and misery that overwhelmed her nowadays were practically unbearable, and Evangeline just wanted it all to end—to be able to feel peace once more, if only for a moment.

Hancock stepped over the body and crouched next to her, frowning. “Easy there, sister, you’re safe now. You hear me?”

Evangeline opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Safe. Was such a thing even possible? She didn’t know. Ever since she walked out of the vault, there was no such thing as safety. Every day she was either being shot at by raiders or being ambushed by molerats. There was never an end to all the fighting she had to endure on a daily basis. Evangeline looked over to where Finn—whose lifeless corpse now lay still on the cold, hard ground, and back over to the ghoul who had saved her life. If not for him, she would have met the same fate. The thought alone caused her to shiver.

“Here,” the ghoul said, as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her—which smelled slightly of cedarwood. Evangeline was taken back by such kindness, especially in these parts. Ever since she had come out of that vault all those weeks ago, nobody had treated her as such. It seemed that everyone was only out for themselves and cared nothing about those in need of a helping hand now and then.  

Wrapping the coat tighter around her, Evangeline had not realized how cold she was from the blood loss. To make matters worse, the pounding within her head had become agonizing, and the world seemed to spin around her. All of a sudden, Evangeline felt the sensation of being lifted up. Sure enough, the ghoul—Hancock, had her in his arms, gently but firmly holding onto her. As he carried her, she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Just relax, sister, I got ya,” Hancock said, reassuringly. While being carried, Evangeline closed her eyes as she felt the warmth radiate off of him. She knew it was crazy, but perhaps this is what safety felt like. Even if it was in the arms of a complete stranger—one who could have turned an eye when she needed help. He had saved her, though, she reminded herself, and that was something Evangeline would never forget.

“Thank you,” Evangeline murmured into his coat before being engulfed in complete darkness.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Do you have any fics with a deaf or blind Bakugou or Midoriya? Doesn't matter if it's angst, fluff, or whatever, I love all types ^w^

All righty, here we go. I found a ton of these! The tags are riddled with Koe no Katachi AUs, as to be expected (KnK is The Sob-Inducing BombTM). But there’s a ton of really cool and interesting fics that diverge from that. Thank you for your patience^^ I hope you like.

Also, be sure to check out the Disabled Bakugou list curated by Jay!

~Gabs ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

25 works.

Actions Speak Louder by TsunaidaMay( E | 38,438+ | 10/14 )

When Bakugou Katsuki meets Midoriya Izuku at a Pro Hero fan event, he’s intrigued by the intricate way Izuku’s hands move, emphasizing every word and phrase. After another chance meeting, Katsuki will soon come to learn that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

The Way You Used to Do by edema_ruh( T | 347,037+ | 20/? )

“We’re really sorry,” his father says, in a teary-eyed, wobbly way. “But your friend, Izuku, he’s… He’s gone, son.”

Katsuki can do nothing but blink up at them for moments that feel like an eternity, eyes darting between both his parents in obvious confusion, disbelief, and, more than anything, indignation.

“What the fuck are you two talking about? The damn nerd is standing right beside you!”

During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Alternatively: Deku and Kacchan are soulbound.

[PTSD]

Some Wannabe Hero! by Superior_Mustache( M | 50,792+ | 14/25 )

Katsuki had bullied Izuku for nearly all his life for being deaf and Quirkless. After middle school, they went their separate ways, never to see each other again. Ten years later, however, when Izuku moves back into his old neighborhood, a familiar face jumps back into his life. But neither of them are sure if they want to reopen old wounds.

Senses by Phayte( E | 22,294+ | 6/? )

In a freak accident through battle, Bakugou loses his sight. This is the story of his struggle, downward spiral, and the friends that get him through it. 

Hand Speak by crackmonster( E | 30,350 | 12/12 )

“You think you’re some hotshot, huh? You’re not going to even apologize, are you?” Bakugou folded his arms, waiting for him to get on his knees with grief, but he turned around and picked something up from the counter inside. “Hey! Hey are you serious? I’m talking to you!”

Bakugou had no qualms about barging into his house uninvited. “I said I’m talking to you! Are you Deaf-” 

Blue snow by Darkshadow( T | 908 | 1/1 )

A bullied Izuku meets a blind Katsuki in the park.

I guess… I’ll just… fuckin read this by TheGeekProblem( G | 1,533 | 1/1 )

Izuku works the graveyard shift in a diner and he’s really tired. A group of people come at 2 a.m. What could go wrong? 

Dull by choimarie( G | 714 | 1/1 )

“What? Never have seen a hot dude before?” 

Learning A Thing Or Two by overworldpumpkin( G | 654 | 1/1 )

Bakugou meets somebody new and interesting on his first day. 

love is blind (and deaf) by kagehinataboke( T | 789 | 1/1)

Izuku hesitantly opens the door, wielding an umbrella and ready to square up against a mugger. but it’s only one of his neighbors: a new one, in fact. Izuku faintly recalls him moving in a few weeks ago, but one unfriendly glare was enough to stop him from approaching.

he discreetly drops the umbrella behind the door. “can i help you?”

— a bakudeku one-shot

Learning Curve by iknewaman( G | 10,304 | 1/1 )

“Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.

‘Really?’

*

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favor– or well, is prompted into asking for a favor.

Missed Connections by Labellevita( M | 9,765 | 3/5 )

Deaf Uni student Bakugou can’t catch a break, but he does catch the scent of a fantastic smelling omega. 

Hackles Raised by Sanctioned_Chaos( T | 3,357 | 1/1 )

Twenty-six year-old Midoriya Izuku takes a trip to the past in the middle of grocery shopping for him and his mate, Bakugou Katsuki. It’s happened before but it’s always managed to be different each time. Still, doesn’t change the fact that he usually only travels when he’s needed. He shouldn’t be surprised coming face to face with a teenage Katsuki mid-panic attack.

His inner alpha bares his teeth and Izuku worries.

Silenced. by RJDAZE( T | 2,644 | 1/1)

When Bakugou was bit, he didn’t die. He was one of the few people that lived. But he lived for a price, and that price … it was his quirk.

OR

Bakugou runs into Deku while he’s in a bad situation and helps him. They talk— they really talk.

transfigured night by bittermoons( M | 6,044 | 1/1 )

An unexpected hospital trip changes things between Izuku Midoriya, age forty-four, and his longtime roommate, co-parent, and co-composer, Katsuki Bakugou.

Do You Hear What I See? by SilentJo( M | 2,156+ | 1/? )

Nearly deaf from the use of his own quirk, Bakugou fights to keep his dreams alive, despite knowing his career will only last as long as his hearing.

When a villain’s attack takes Midoriya’s sight, Bakugou is overwhelmed with guilt that it was his fault Midoriya’s hero career was over.

But Midoriya was never one to just give up, now was he?

No Warning by DeafBakugou( G | 10,375 | 1/1 )

Bakugou survives a natural disaster and has to navigate the world without the normal accommodations he depends on as a Deaf individual.

To Fight and Protect by HapSky( T | 2,566 | 1/1 )

The officer laughs then, and claps Katsuki’s shoulder. “You guys really fit the ‘go big or go home’ attitude! If I weren’t on the job right now, I’d praise you. Really nice teamwork there–every villain got caught and every citizen was protected,” he clears his throat and retreats his hand, “but I’m on the job right now so you didn’t hear any of that,” he winks then and adds, in a forced serious voice, “You could do better regarding own safety and quirk overuse next time.”

Katsuki grins, because he knows he didn’t kill the villains yesterday, and knows the villains didn’t get past Izuku to kill anyone either.

Lost the Fight by Katt1848( T | 1,733 | 1/1 )

Every Hero remembers the first time they weren’t able to save someone. This is Katsuki’s.

Angel Down by Baltic_Breath( M | 16,008 | 3/3 )

After Midoriya Izuku throws himself out of a window because of him and almost dies, Katsuki comes down from his high horse real fucking quick.

He decides to be responsible for what he caused.

(glimpses into the lives of Katsuki and Izuku in the aftermath of Izuku’s suicide attempt in middle school.)

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Finding Out and Confessions by Needle_In_A_NeedleStack( G | 605 | 1/1 )

Bakugo is deaf, that’s why he’s always so loud. He hasn’t told anyone. So when Midoriya Izuku accidentally finds out Bakugo’s secret, how will things change.

[Discontinued] Listen to the Heart by milkcandie( M | 25,682+ | 5/? )

Katsuki wants to remake what he had demolished (broke, cut, destroyed), every little thing that he had single-handedly set on fire and every moment that he had crushed under his foot. The past is irreparable, but when he sees Izuku, he feels like he can believe in the impossible again.

☆ A Koe no Katachi AU where Izuku is deaf and Katsuki dedicates his entire being to see him smile.

Omniscient Eyes by everlastingspaghetti( T | 11,285 | 1/1)

Katsuki wasn’t sure what to say about this. All his life, he'd— he was a horrible person; both inside and out.

He didn’t deserve whatever this is. He didn’t deserve anything, not when the boy he’d tormented relentlessly was shaking in front of him, with outstretched limbs a sincere smile dripping down his face, tears smacking the concrete.

Katsuki wanted to say something— anything, but then Deku had looked up at him - through a tearful gaze of forest green - and softly gasped, “I forgive you, Kacchan.”

Silent Voice, Loud Gestures by ReadingHell( T | 10,001 | 3/3 )

“My name is Bakugou Katsuki”

“If you need to talk to me, use this notebook”

“I can’t hear”

Koe no Katachi AU

Say Something by limesicle( T | 4,520 | 1/1 )

Katsuki pushes and pushes until he pushes too far. He is left guilty until Izuku returns to give him–not a second chance, or even a third–another chance.

[maddiethebull]

Hello there! Can I request #19 from the prompt list with Leviathan? Its possible to be NSFW? Pretty please 💕

18+ Content

Thank you for making a request! also lowkey here, I’ve been dying for someone to leave an ask about levi lmaooo

Leviathan (Obey Me!) - Prompt # 19 - “You’ve changed my entire world.” - NSFW version 

You were drying your hair after taking a shower when the door swung open. 

“Hey, normie, I need to ask you something…” his voice trailed off. 

Levi stood there, his eyes open wide, and looking extremely panicked, he immediately slammed the door shut without a word. Why did he leave so abruptly, you ask? You were buck fuckin naked. 

Levi still had the same shocked expression as he stood outside your room. He was bright red, blushing like a damn spring tomato. In a low whisper, all Levi could get out was, “fuckerino,” and he ran back to his room to take care of a certain problem in his trousers that seeing you naked had catalyzed. 

Meanwhile, you were standing there frozen, you simply kept staring at the door. After a moment, you put down the hairdryer and began freaking out. Out of the sheer embarrassment, you covered your bright red face with your hands, thought seriously about starting anew as a hermit living in a cave, and mumbled your embarrassed thoughts to yourself.

After a bit, you finally calmed yourself down and realized the hermit life was not for you. You finished your hair, got dressed and decided to go to Levi’s room. You were only going to go and ask what he wanted to talk about earlier, after all, you didn’t want the awkwardness to last between you and the brother who you were closest to and it might’ve been best to just put this happening past you. 

You walked up to his room and put your hand on the door knob. You immediately pulled your hand back and covered your face, trying to psych yourself up to see him after what happened. You’d imagined Levi seeing you naked before, we all have thoughts like that about the people we’re attracted too, and, safe to say, it never went down like that. The intrusive thoughts came rushing back, ‘what if he didn’t like what he saw? Why didn’t you lock your door, stupid!! Ungh this feels so weird.’ You sighed, trying to somehow exhale your problems, and removed your hands from your face. Thoughts crept up from the depths of your brain, a scenario where he did like what he saw and it only made your situation worse. You were so nervous to open the door, but you came to a point, ‘it doesn’t matter, MC, if he saw and didn’t like then things are fine, if he saw and liked, I mean, that’s what you want, right?’ The feeling of needing to scream into the void swaggered off and you waggled your hands to release tension and with any confidence you had left, you made your decision. You knew that if you hesitated, you would be there all day, so you swung the door open with more power than needed and guess what you saw. 

It was Levi, on his bed, on his back, with his dick out, practicing a self care of sorts. He immediately shrieked like a little girl and flopped around like a fish out of water as he desperately tried to cover his genitals. Him yelling made you yell and, mirroring the situation earlier, you slammed that door closed. You nearly crumbled to dust from the embarrassment. 

“I-I’m sorry, MC!” Levi said as he frantically put his pants back on. Talking to himself, saying, “No NO NO nO, idiot, why didn’t you lock the door?” “God, I probably look like a perv now, of course I look like a perv now, I was just Stroking the Sausage to MC for fucks sake!” He rustled his hands through his hair, not sure if he even wanted to check that you were outside. Then your voice made its way through the door, 

“I-I’m sorry Levi, I- I didn’t see anything!” Even though you saw e v e r y t h i n g. Worse, you liked it, you really, really liked it. 

You heard some faint swearing and Levi continuing to talk to himself until the door knob clicked and through a thin crack, Levi spoke,

“S-so, um, what- what, uh, did you n-need, MC?”

“I just wanted to see why you came into my room earlier.”

The eye contact was scarce, the both of you being shy people to begin with made it even worse as you both just looked at the floor. 

Without a response, you questioned him further, “you said you wanted to ask me something?”

“Oh, yeah… I- well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to play this new game I got and then I- uh, well, you know.” His hands were tousling with his hair, he felt so awkward. He was nervous for the same reason as you, he wanted you to have liked what you saw. With his low self esteem, though, it seemed an impossible fantasy to him. 

“I-its okay, really.”

“Neato.” 

Right after Levi said that, he mentally punched himself in the face because he knew how lame that response was. 

“S-so did you wanna play that game?” you asked. He let you in (after he cleaned up a bit wink wink) and he opened the package that held the game in it. He fumbled with opening it so you offered your help, but him being the tsundere he is, declined. He sat down on the bed and put the box on the floor in frustration. 

“Listen, MC, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I really don’t want things to be awkward between us, I mean, you’re like my second Henry the second.”

“I don’t want things to be weird either,” you said, “and you’re my best friend too.”

A rosy hue crept up to his cheeks. 

He eventually said, 

“You know, even though y-you’re a normie and all…” as he looked to the ground, “you’ve changed my entire world.”

He’d never met anyone like you before, he never met anyone he cared about so much, anyone who could compare to just how cool he thought you were. You didn’t make fun of him for liking anime and manga, you were even interested in it yourself. You were so kind and caring and you reminded him to sleep and drink water, he’d never had that before, he’d never had someone who he loved in a romantic way (other than ruri-chan). He’d always been a shut-in, but now, he had someone to be a shut-in with, and it meant everything to him. He gave you a pensive, gentle look. He looked right into your eyes, the eyes he adored even more than any rare figurine he could get his hands on. 

He continued, “so like, thank you, MC.”

Filled with emotion, you leaned close, breaking an invisible barrier you’d built in your mind, and he followed. Hesitantly, he closed the gap between you and him. His soft lips kissed you gently, but you felt an underlying hunger in the way his hands moved up and down your waist. You pulled from the kiss and whispered in his ear, too shy to say it any louder, 

“D-do you want to, um, keep going? Like this, I mean?” The hand you had on his shoulder squeezed and Levi felt a surge of pleasure all throughout his body. The mood changed from sweet to hot and ready with that short question. 

He let out a sharp exhale, and in a breathy whisper he said, “p-please.”

You brought your lips back to his and he began getting fidgety with his cock twitching in his pants. His hands caressed your body, over your chest, down to your hips. He moved his hand up to your neck, pulling you in so he could kiss you as intensely as he’d always wanted. You swallowed the soft moans escaping from his lips as you let out your own. The countless times he’d imagined this moment and its continuation made him incredibly aroused. Slowly but surely, he got less nervous, and he wanted more of you. One of his hands made itself known on the inside of your upper thigh. You shivered, and he looked to you, wanting to know if this was really what you wanted. You nodded and his hand crept up, massaging your inner thigh before reaching your undies. His breath was hitching as he rubbed your sex. You moaned in little whimpers, driving him crazy with lust. He pulled you in for a kiss as he kept rubbing you. You pushed his hand away and before he could ask why, you began reaching for his pants. He bit his lip as you unbuckled his belt. After you took his belt off, he frantically removed his trousers and got back on the bed. You removed your pants as well and with an impish glance, you sat on his lap and began grinding your sex into his hard on. The grip he had on your thighs tightened. 

“T-that feels really good,” he said as his cock twitched beneath you. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder as moans escaped his lips. He began to kiss your neck, sending a buzz of pleasure throughout you. Your hands went up and down his arms, they were slim, but toned while he put his hand on your hips, rocking you back and forth on top of him. He kissed you haphazardly, he was desperate for more of this feeling, desperate for more of you. At his limit, he pushed you down onto the bed. He took the sight of you in, you were a blushing, panting, horny mess. He gulped and removed his underwear. Before gearing up to have sex with you, he looked at you nervously and said, 

“I’ve never done this before, so, I’m sorry if I- if I don’t make you feel g-good too.”

You brought his face to yours, giving him a peck on the lips and reassuring him by saying, 

“It’s okay, it’s my first time too, actually.” 

You gave him a sweet smile and he mirrored it while saying, 

“I’m happy th-that I get to be your first and that you get to be mine.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance and rubbed the head on it. He was whimpering, he couldn’t believe how good it felt just to do that. He slowly pushed himself into you, inch by inch, making you squirm and moan. He was fully inside of you and began thrusting, with a grunt, he collapsed onto you. He began moving faster, hitting your most sensitive spots as you ran your hands through his hair. He was moaning and grunting into your shoulder.  You tightened around his cock each time his length made it all the way in. He pulled your face to his, sloppily making out with you. He began to pick up his pace, thrusting harder into you and it all felt too good for the both of you. He tried not to cum so fast, but this was his first time, and you just felt too good to him. He was gasping and grunting. His one hand was on your hips, the other gripping the headboard of the bed so hard that his knuckles were turning white. The way he was moving inside of you quickly made you reach climax, you dug your nails into his back and moaned, 

“L-Levi!”

He was shaking in ecstacy as he grunted out, “fuck oh fuck! MC, I love you!” 

With a final thrust, he reached his limit and came inside of you. His breath was shaky as he looked down at you,

“You’re so beautiful.”

You were silent for a little bit, which worried him, but you broke the silence, saying, 

“Did you mean it?”

He blushed and tried to hide it with his arm,  “y-yeah. I think you’re beautiful, so what?”

“No,” you said as you looked into his eyes, “did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

He started blushing harder and stuttering out nonsense, he did mean it, but he didn’t even realize he said that out loud! He’d thought it so many times that it just felt natural to say it to you. He cleared his throat and said, 

“Yes. I meant it. N-normie.”

You giggled, you were elated to know he felt the same way from his actions and his words. You snuggled up to him and with your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, you said,

“I love you too. Otaku boi.”

In his embrace, you laid there, happy that he accidentally walked in on you and you on him because it led to this endearing moment with the demon you’d fallen in love with.

“Do you wanna play that game?” he asked. 

You began laughing, “Of course I wanna play.”

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Hope you enjoyed! 

My prompt requests are open, so feel free to leave an ask

[just-jordie-things]

The Prom Fic - Richie Tozier

word count: 6281 warnings: swearing, I think that’s it summary: Richie wants nothing more than to go to prom with the girl he likes, but (y/n) can’t stand school dances.  The Losers get involved and make things more difficult.  The answer is simple- Richie and (y/n) are just too stubborn to see it. ___

School dances, in (y/n’s) opinion, were lame.  Very lame.  With the shitty music from the teacher the school always hired to be a DJ, and the even shittier decorating done by the student council, and don’t even get her started on how everyone always acted while at a school dance.

The girls were at their judgiest.  If you didn’t get dressed up, then you were a piece of trash that couldn’t afford it.  But if you looked too good, then you were an attention whore.

And as for the guys, they were just as bad, if not worse.  You were expected to go with someone.  If you didn’t, you were laughed at, and undesirable.  But if you did go with someone, then you were expected to… reward… them.  This was high school.  No way in hell was that acceptable.

“Anyways.  I fucking hate dances, so no, I’m not planning on going to prom” (y/n) finished her rant.

Bill and Eddie, who’d casually asked her if she was planning on going, gave each other a concerned look, which didn’t go unnoticed by their female friend.

“Why?” She asked, setting down the orange she was peeling to give them her attention.  “You weren’t going to ask me, were you?” She asked teasingly, giggling at the idea.

“First of all, ouch, you’d be lucky to go with me, I’m the third nicest guy in our grade,” Eddie joked back, only making her laugh.  “Only behind Bill and Stan of course.  And second of all, no, I was just being polite and asking”

“Y-you’re really n-not gonna g-go?” Bill asked.

“No,” (y/n) shrugged.  “I’m just gonna hang out and enjoy a night off from the drama”

Bill frowned, but shrugged his shoulders.

“So you’re just gonna turn down everyone who asks you?” Eddie asks, and (y/n) narrowed her eyes at the boy.

“Yes?” She answers with a scoff.  “What, do I owe it to a guy to go with them because what, they plucked up the courage to ask me?”

“No!” Eddie practically shrieked.  “No, no of course not- no”

“What’s your guys’ big deal about it anyways? I’ve never gone to dances, it’s never bothered you before” She shrugs her shoulders, and picks apart her orange slices.

“It’s p-prom,” Bill says.  “W-we just thought y-you’d w-want to g-go”

“Right.  Because it’s so important” She spoke sarcastically.

Bill laughs nervously, and finally just let it go. ___

“So?” Richie asked Bill and Eddie when they came out of the cafeteria.  “Did you talk to her?”

Bill sighed, and nodded.  His silence was unsettling, and Richie just about shook his friend’s shoulders to beg for more information.

“Well? What’d she fuckin’ say? Does she want to go?”

“No she doesn’t wanna fucking go,” Eddie rolled his eyes.  “Jesus, Richie, she hates school functions.  I had to sit and listen to every little thing she hates about them the whole lunch period-”

“Did you ask about me?” Richie asked, not caring so much about Eddie’s waste of time.  “Did you tell her that I want to-”

“N-no,” Bill was the one to cut him off this time.  “Sh-she really doesn’t w-want to g-go, Richie,” He explained.  “If w-we’d said that y-you were interested, sh-she would have j-just been off-offended”

Richie furrowed his brows, not understanding at all.

You see, he’d had this crush on (y/n) for quite some time now- as in, he’s liked her since they were children.  She’s always been a special part of the Loser’s Club, and since the day Richie had met her he knew that she was special to him too.  There was a spark to her that brought out the best in him, something that made him always want to make her smile and laugh, and bring out the best in her as well.

It had been nine years of knowing her, and he still wasn’t sure how she felt about him.  She would blush and giggle when he’d flirt with her, and sometimes she’d flirt back, but even then he couldn’t tell if she was messing with him.  There had been multiple occasions where she’d cuddled up to him as well- during scary movies, or at the quarry when she gets cold- and Richie had to try not to read into it, because those seemed like valid reasons for cuddling.

However, (y/n) had never really hinted at feeling anything more than friendship.  And although her touches were like fire to his skin, he was pretty sure they were platonic.

And yet, this didn’t diminish his desire to take her to the prom.

He really, really wanted to ask her.  He wanted to dance with her, and hold her hand, and buy her a corsage- he’d never wanted any of these things before.  Before (y/n), he’d barely even paid attention to girls.  And now, he wanted nothing more than to live out the fantasy of holding her on the dance floor.

“She hates it that much?” He asked, disheartened at the news.

He’d known she didn’t particularly like school dances… but he’d hoped that she’d feel at least a little desire to go to the prom.  It was a high school tradition after all… and Richie had crossed his fingers that if she’d heard that he wanted to go with her, then she’d agree, but the look on Bill and Eddie’s faces told him there wasn’t a chance.

“Yeah…” Bill mumbled, trailing off awkwardly.

He felt bad, because he knew how badly Richie had wanted this.  But (y/n) had made it painfully clear about her own feelings.  He did wonder though, if she would have changed her mind had she known Richie wanted to ask her.

“M-maybe you should t-talk to her y-yourself,” Bill suggested.  “M-maybe she w-would want to g-go if she knew it was y-you taking her”

“Really? Cause it sounds like she fucking hates all men-” Eddie started, but Bill shoved his elbow into the shorter boy’s ribs to get him to shut up.

Richie shook his head, not knowing what else to say.

“Thanks for trying” He mumbled, not meaning to sound insincere, because he really did appreciate his friends talking to her for him.  He was just so disappointed by the news that (y/n) wanted nothing to do with the prom.

With that, he gave them a weak wave and said something about seeing them later in class, and then head off in the opposite direction.

He tried not to let it ruin his day, he tried to focus on anything, even his homework, to get (y/n) off his mind.  But it was damn near impossible when she was the center of all of his thoughts.  And barely a minute could pass before she crossed his mind. ___

On the other hand, (y/n) hadn’t thought too much about her lunch with Bill and Eddie.  It was odd that they’d practically interrogated her about the prom, but they were weird boys, and she brushed it off as just another strange boy thing.

Sure, she knew all her friends would be going, but just because your friends jump off a bridge, doesn’t mean you should too… right?

Shaking her head of the thought, she went back to putting her books away for the day.  There was no way she was going to have second thoughts about something as pointlessly mundane as prom.

She reminded herself of all the reasons she hated it.

Expensive dress you’ll only wear once.

The humiliating crowning of king and queen, reminding the entire senior class of their social status.  More specifically, their low spot on the totem of popularity.

The shitty food.  The shitty decorations.  The shitty music.

This seemed to do the trick, as she felt more uplifted about the situation.

Just as she was about to shut her locker and leave for the day, her eyes landed on a familiar face, and she waved the boy down.

Richie, still feeling disappointed, wanted to pretend he hadn’t seen her.  But her bright eyes met his and his feet were taking him to her before he could come up with an escape plan.

“Hey, trashmouth,” (y/n) grinned, shutting her locker and leaning against it.  “Barely saw you today, I thought maybe you ditched,”

Richie didn’t say anything, just chuckled and shook his head.

(y/n’s) brow furrowed for a moment at his odd silence, but she just as quickly neutralized her expression and leaned her back against her locker.

“But I knew you wouldn’t ditch without me” She adds as an afterthought, a smile tugging on her lips.

“Course not,” Richie answered.  “Wouldn’t be much fun”

Her smile seemed to widen, even though the kind words didn’t exactly come out as soft as they sounded.  He seemed bored, like he was itching to walk away from her, and she could tell.

“You alright?” (y/n) asked, because she wasn’t exactly one to tiptoe around the obvious.  “You seem off”

“It’s nothing,” Richie shook his head.  “Look I gotta get going, I told Mike I’d head out to his place after school.  I’ll catch up with you later”

And before (y/n) could call out for him to come back, or rush to catch up with him, Richie had practically darted away, taking long and fast strides towards the doors.

She couldn’t help but scoff for a moment, standing still at her locker while her mind whirled with thoughts of what the hell she could’ve done to make him ditch her like that.

Richie had never been upset with her before, and it knocked her off her feet to think he’d been pissed off by something she didn’t even know she’d done.

(Unfortunately it hadn’t even crossed her mind that his behavior was linked to the strange behavior of the other boys today.) ___

“And then he just- he just left me there,” (y/n) said with a frustrated groan.

Stan, who was equally frustrated, not for her sake, but because he was so very done with this conversation, rolled his eyes so far back into his head it actually kind of hurt.

“Can you believe that? He’s never been so pissed with me before, and I don’t even know what I did Stan”

The two always sat together in the library during their shared free period.  Usually they just helped each other out with their homework, but today, (y/n) was too preoccupied with Richie’s bullshit to even open up her backpack.  It dawned on Stan that if he didn’t get involved, then this ‘(y/n) and Richie’ drama would never be resolved.

“Probably wasn’t your fault,” Stan lied, knowing fully well why Richie was weird yesterday.  “I heard he got rejected”

“Rejected?” (y/n) repeated, her voice faltering a bit on the word.

Richie had asked someone out? Back up even further, he’d liked someone?

Her change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by Stan.  The way she blinked slowly, and shrunk back in her seat.  The way her voice quietened, and she’d barely even been able to say the word.  He could almost see the gears in her head spinning, wondering why Richie hadn’t told her this himself.

“Yeah,” He shrugged.  “I don’t know all the details.  He didn’t say much about it.  Just a girl he wanted to ask to the dance who said no”

Her eyes met his for a moment, and Stan hoped that she hadn’t put two and two together and realized he was bending the truth.  (y/n) was smart, she was smart enough to figure out he was talking about her.

But her jealousy betrayed her, and clouded the big picture, as all she could focus on was that Richie had liked someone.  Someone that wasn’t her, as she’d previously hoped thought.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” She asked wearily.

Stan wanted to smile, he felt so damn proud.  (y/n) looked like she could just cry.  He couldn’t wait to tell the others of this accomplishment.

Richie, when you two pluck up the courage and get together, don’t forget to thank me for single handedly doing it for you, he thinks.

“What, does he not trust me?” She asks.  “Because clearly he told you guys.  Probably all you boys.  Probably Bev too!”

Oh fuck, Stan thinks.  

He’d thought too soon.

“Whatever.  Fuck him” (y/n) grumbled, and finally opened up her bag to retrieve her homework.

“Uh- maybe he just- didn’t get the chance, yet?” Stan desperately tries to fix his mistake.

“He had the chance yesterday.  He didn’t even bother,” (y/n) shakes her head, and begins to work on her Calculus sheet.  “Clearly we weren’t as fucking close as I thought” She adds, sounding less angry, and more sad.

She writes so hard on the paper that the tip of her pencil snaps, and rips through the sheet.  Her loud groan earns a ‘hush!’ from the librarian.

Stan fucked up.  He fucked up real bad.  

His pride instantly melted into guilt, and he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.  He couldn’t tell (y/n) the truth at this point, and later, when he knew Richie, or one of the others asks what’s wrong with her, he’ll have to admit what he did.

And that was just gonna piss Richie off more.

This was bad. ___

Richie was still let down by the fact that he wouldn’t be going to the prom with (y/n), but after a night talking to Mike, he felt a fraction of a bit better.

Mike was his go-to for talking about (y/n).  The others tended to just tease him, and while Ben was kinder, he always pushed Richie to make a move, which just wasn’t an option.  Mike, however, listened.  He listened to anything Richie had to share.  Even if it was just that her hair looked pretty today, or that he was so in love with her it hurt, Mike was there.

On multiple occasions, Mike had told Richie to stop being a pussy and ask her out.  He’d said it kindly, and he’d said it pleadingly, because some nights it was so obvious that Richie would just die if (y/n) were to fall for anyone else.

But after years of these talks, Mike knew Richie wouldn’t make a move.  It was harsh, sure, but it had been so long, and the boy’s feelings only grew stronger, and still, he never did anything about it.  He knew it must be painful, so he did what he could to help Richie vent about his hidden emotions, like the good friend he was.

So today, Richie felt like a part of the weight on his shoulders was lifted.  And with that, came the plan to find (y/n) and apologize for how he’d acted yesterday.  He knew he’d irked her, ditching her after school so abruptly, and he didn’t want any bad blood between them.  Ever.

That afternoon, he was the one to approach her at her locker.

When he appeared, leaning against the wall of metal doors next to her, she cast him a glance, and then hastily turned away.

“What?” She asked, the single word a snap on her tongue.

It caught Richie off guard.  He knew he hadn’t treated her fairly, but he didn’t think she’d be that pissed about it.

“I came to uh, apologize” He answered, sounding unsure, because the look on her face made him think that something else was wrong.  She couldn’t be this visibly upset with him over one little weird patch, could she?

“For what?” She snapped out again.

She threw her backpack over her shoulders rather forcefully, and then slammed her locker.

Richie opened his mouth to speak, but she was faster.

“For leaving me out, or for leaving me out and ditching me yesterday, jackass?”

The boy’s brow furrowed, and his mouth still hung open.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Don’t bullshit me, I know you told everyone else about- well whoever the hell it was that you asked out,” Her voice lost it’s edge, as her disappointment sunk in instead.  “You really weren’t going to tell me about it? At all? Over some- some girl?”

There was a frown on her lips, and a curve in her brow, and he could see how much it saddened her.  Even though it was lost on him what had happened, and more importantly, who had told her this information.

“(y/n), I don’t know what you mean-”

“Fuck you,” The girl scoffed, shaking her head, and looking away so that he couldn’t see the way she’d started to tear up.  “Really.  Fuck you.  I thought- I really thought-” She let out a humorless, watery laugh as she shook her head, meeting his confused gaze for a moment.  “Just- just fuck you” She mumbled again.

When she walked away from him, her shoulder knocked into his arm, and she didn’t bother looking back at him as she stormed off.

As confused as Richie was about her outburst, all he could feel right now was anger, because someone gave her false information, and led her to believe that he’d not only kept secrets from her, but that he’d asked another girl out. ___

“What the fuck did you do!” Richie yelled as soon as he walked into the library.

Bill, Eddie, Stan, and Ben shared a free period and were always here at this time.  Richie also had a free period, but preferred to either smoke outside, ditch school, or hide out under the bleachers with (y/n).

The librarian, along with most of his peers in the library, shushed him noisily.  But he paid them no mind as he glared down at his friends.

“I know one of you fucking told (y/n) that I asked someone out, and now she thinks that I was avoiding her- and worse that I fucking like someone else- so fess the fuck up now beause I will find out either way and one of you has ruined my life!”

“Richard Tozier if you don’t lower your volume I will give you detention” The librarian warned.

Richie even glared at the older woman, but didn’t say anything as he looked back at the table of his friends.

“You asked someone out?” Ben, who was not caught up on the situation, asked.

“No I didn’t fucking-” Richie started to hiss, but Stan spoke up.

“I did,” He said right away.  “I told (y/n) that you were upset yesterday because you were rejected, which was technically true-”

“Fuck you, man!”

“I won’t warn you again, Mr Tozier”

“Why would you-?”

“She was hurt, what was I supposed to say?” Stan whisper screamed back.

“Literally any- fucking-thing else!”

“Okay- okay jesus would you calm down before you get us all banned from the library?” Eddie asked.  “Why don’t you just go explain it to her that you wanted to ask her-”

“That’s not exactly an option, Eds” Richie meant to snarl, but it came out more saddened than frustrated.

“Why not?” Ben asked.  “Just tell her the truth and ask her out.  She’ll understand”

“Maybe, but she’ll also hate me, and I don’t need to be rejected again,” Richie muttered.  “She probably already doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.  She thinks I.. I betrayed her”

“No she doesn’t,” Stan chirped in.  “She just doesn’t want you to go out with someone else.  She wants you to ask her”

He knew it was true, he’d seen the way she’d deflated when he insinuated Richie liked someone else.  She was just too stubborn and scared to admit that she liked Richie that way.

“No she doesn’t, you guys heard her,” Richie said, looking at Bill and Eddie.  “And now she wants even less to do with me.  Thanks a lot, guys.  Really”

This time, the way he said it was ingenuine, and on that note, he left the library.  Not without flipping off the table though.

The librarian saw this, but didn’t care enough to scold him for a third time because at least he was finally leaving. ___

(y/n) sat next to Beverly on her bed.  The two had been comfortable hanging out, mostly in silence, as Beverly read a book and (y/n) painted her toenails with a new red polish Bev had gotten.

It had been a few days since her blowout with Richie, and she hadn’t spoken to him since.  She saw him everywhere, though.  She swore she saw him around more now than she did before, and the thought bugged her.

There was no hiding the fact that she missed him.  She used to spend time with him like this, doing random things and not really talking to one another, but just enjoying the other’s company.  Not that she didn’t like hanging out with Beverly, she loved Bev.  

But it was different.

“Alright,” Beverly spoke up, after (y/n) had sighed for the umpteenth time.  “Time to spill.  What are you thinking about?”

(y/n) frowned, and paused in her toe-painting process to look over at Bev.

“Come on girl.  I know you’re thinking about Richie.  What’s going on?”

“I just…” (y/n) sighed.  “I’m mad, or- upset, not angry I just… I still miss him?” Beverly nodded, understanding the girl’s puzzlement.  “I don’t know what to do”

“Maybe just tell him you like him,” Bev said boldly.  “He’d like that”

(y/n) chuckled and shook her head, brushing off the comment as just a tease.

“Should I apologize?” She asked softly, going back to finishing her toes.

Beverly gave her a soft smile, and then laughed.

The sudden laughter caught (y/n) off guard, and she turned to her again.

“What?” She asked, while the other girl continued giggling.  “What?” She repeated, letting out a laugh of her own, simply because Beverly’s giggles were contagious.

“Babe.  Just go to the fucking Prom”

This caught her even more off guard- (y/n) swore she felt like Beverly was purposefully trying to confuse her.

“Wh- the prom?” (y/n) repeated.  “What’s that got to do with it-”

“Come on, (y/n/n),” Beverly chuckled with a shake of her head.  “Trust me.  It would just fix everything”

“Beverly, I-”

“-you hate the prom, I know,” Bev monotoned, before (y/n) could go on her rant.  “But as your friend, I feel like I should tell you that…”

She contemplated telling (y/n) the truth.  Because while she was her best friend, it wasn’t her truth to tell.  But she couldn’t watch (y/n) and Richie get torn apart over something so silly.  Neither of them deserved that.

“What?” (y/n) hummed.  It was troubling that she’d been quiet for so long.

Finally, the red head sighed, and continued.

“Richie wanted to take you,” She said, softly, unsurely.  “He wanted to go with you.  To prom”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed, and her jaw fell open slightly.  Beverly watched her entire reaction, the way her confusion washed over her features like a slow waterfall.

“He… Richie…” She shook her head, trying to clear the mess of thoughts that were clouding her mind.  “He did?”

Bev nodded, and (y/n) let out a small scoff.  The sound throws her off, and for a moment, she thinks that (y/n) is upset, appalled by the idea.

“I can’t… I can’t believe it” (y/n) mumbled.

There were a million questions running through her head, but Beverly wouldn’t be much help to answer them.

“Yeah, well, he-”

“I have to go,” (y/n) stood suddenly, capping the polish and shoving it haphazardly into Bev’s hands.  “I’ll call you later”

“W-what? Where are you going?” She asked, standing and following (y/n) while she was hastily going down the stairs, trying her best not to walk on her still wet-painted toes.  “(y/n)?”

“I have to go buy a dress!”

With that, she was running out the door, shoes in hand.

Beverly just shook her head, but there was an excited smile on her lips, wondering what was going to happen next.

Prom just got a hundred times more interesting. ___

“This fucking blows”

Richie’s comment was an angry mutter, and one that made his friends feel a bit bad for him.  He didn’t want to come, not after everything that’s happened.  But his friends had begged him.

He’d already bought the ticket, and rented the tux.  And it’s not like he had any other plans for the night.  So he thought, why not?

This is why not, he thought glumly to himself now.  Sitting alone at a table, only accompanied by his friend’s jackets, and Bev’s ridiculously tall heels.  She’d kicked them off as soon as they’d arrived.

An upbeat song was playing, and Richie felt like he was the only person not dancing.  Probably because he was.

As he looked out at his friends, and his peers, all he saw were smiling faces.  Not one frown, not one bored look.  Everyone was joyfully spinning and jumping to the music.

Richie decided to just stare down at his shoes.  Less disappointment there.

Except that he paid a lot for the fine shiny black leather.  And it was going to waste.

However, another pair of shoes joined his, standing directly in front of him.  A pretty pair of strappy black ones, which exposed red painted toes.

“Hey, trashmouth” A quiet, sweet voice spoke, and even when he looked up to see (y/n), he couldn’t believe she was standing right there in front of him.

Especially not here.  And especially not looking like that.

She was in a beautiful (y/f/c) gown, which hung just to her ankles.  It was strapless, and considerably low cut- at least, more low cut than anything he’d seen her wear before.  He’d never seen her look so… elegant.

Like a princess.

No, a queen.

“I thought you hated prom”

Admittedly, it’s not what he wanted to say, but it does the trick, because she lets out a humorless laugh, and glances around.

It was just what she expected.  Cheap pink and white streamers thrown and taped everywhere, matching balloons taped around doorways, and littered throughout the floor.  The song playing definitely wasn’t her style, and neither was most of the dancing she saw her peers doing out on the floor.

“I do,” She replies with a shrug of her shoulder, and looks back at him for a moment.

It surprises him when she takes a seat next to him.

“But I come with a peace offering,” She tells him with a small smile.  “Me.  I’m the peace offering.  Being here”

Richie laughs at that, and runs a hand through his curls.

“Am I supposed to be blessed by your presence?” He asks her, and she quirks an eyebrow back at him.

“Damn right you are,” She replies coolly.  “So are you gonna ask me to dance?”

Richie looked over at her, his brows raised, before glancing back out at the floor.

“You want to dance?” He asked, not an offer, but a comment of surprise.

“I thought you’d never ask,” She teased back, knowing full well that he hadn’t meant it that way.  “Come on, trashmouth” She said, sticking her hand out for him.

He thought it over for a minute, but ultimately, this was everything he was hoping for, so he took her hand, and pulled her up from the seat.

She smiled as he pulled her with him towards the dance floor.  Even in her heels, he still towered over her.

He let go of her hand when they found a decent open spot on the floor, and even though neither of them cared for the song playing they danced around as gleefully as though they had.

Richie looked really nice, in (y/n’s) opinion.  He always had a general… attractiveness… to him.  She could see it in his naturally perfect bone structure, and his dark eyes, the size of moons behind the dorky glasses.  Sure, Richie was maybe-sorta-kinda-cute, but tonight?

His lanky body moved in all directions as he danced around.  It was goofy, but it was adorable.

He looked beautiful.

She was smiling at him, although he couldn’t see, because he was too busy throwing himself around to notice her sudden stall in dancing.

Not until the song ended, did he realize she was just standing there.

“Well,” She sighed, smoothing her hands down the skirt of her dress.  “I’m going to go get a drink-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Richie speaks up before she could step away, and his hand reaches out to clasp around her wrist.  His hold his firm, but gentle.  

She could pull away if she wanted to.

“One more,” He says, quietly, and his other hand curls around her waist, pulling her in closer.

Africa by Toto is playing, a classic, and he knew that she loved this song.

Finally, a song playing that she actually liked.

“Just one more” He repeats, and she can’t help but nod.

Her hands timidly laid against his the front of his shoulders.  Despite her nerves, her eyes were locked on his, and she couldn’t bring herself to look away.  She could feel the warmth of his palms through the silky material of her dress, and she steps a little closer, until her front is almost pressed against his.

Her hands slid upwards, until she’s wrapped her arms around his neck, and she leaned her cheek into his shoulder.  She can’t help but shut her eyes, while they move slowly back and forth.

Everyone else on the dance floor was swinging and jumping, moving excitedly about the floor.  While (y/n) and Richie just held each other, and moved at their slowest pace.  There was nothing to be rushed, all they wanted was to enjoy holding onto each other for the next couple minutes.

“I’m sorry you got turned down,” (y/n) murmured.  “You’re a good time, Rich, I don’t know why she’s so dumb to say no to you”

He was quiet for a minute, lifting his head to look at her.  She was still leaning against his shoulder and her eyes were still closed.  She looked so content, comfortable, and it made his heart do a backflip.

“Well- um-” He chokes on his words, and ducks his head back down next to hers.

(y/n) opens her eyes, and leans her head off of him just far enough that she can look at him.  He’s having a hard time meeting her gaze.  She waits for him to finish his thought, even though it takes a moment.

“You know.  She hates prom, so, it was a long shot,”

Her heart starts to pound in her chest, and she wonders if Bev had been serious the other night, when she’d said that he wanted to ask her.

“But, you know” He shrugs, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“Know what?” (y/n) asks softly.

It feels like the room is getting smaller, like no one else is dancing around them, and they’re just two people, standing in the school gym, holding tightly to one another.

“Richie?” She calls in a whisper, and he hums as he looks down at her.

Her arms wrap more securely behind his neck, fingers gently carding through the curls that hung there.  She looks at him for a moment, biting down on her cheek, to keep from saying what she wants to say.  She didn’t want to blurt it out, but fuck, she wanted to say it so bad.

His brows are furrowed, because she’s taken a solid fifteen seconds- not that he’s counting- and she’s just looking at him.  Her eyes are rounded, and flickering over his features, but never leaving him.  And he can tell she’s literally biting back words, but she’ll crack.  She always does when she tries to keep something from him.  It’s almost impossible for her.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

The question came out so soft, as if it scared her more than it really did.

Richie let out a short sign, a weak smile tugging on his lips.

“It was easier for you to tell Bill and Eds that you hated everything about this than to have you say it to my face”

(y/n) frowned, and her brows crinkled together out of confusion, and hurt.

Didn’t he know that she would’ve gladly agreed to go with him?

“Richie-”

“It’s alright, (y/n/n), don’t worry about it”

This only made her frown deepen.

“Richie…” She mumbles, before chuckling.  “I would’ve said yes”

“Right” He replies sarcastically.

“No,” She’s still mumbling, but he understands her.  “Really, I would have.  Had you asked me,”

She leans up a little closer to him, and if she’d moved any closer, her nose would have bumped into his.  Richie’s tempted to close the distance between them right then and there, and for a second his eyes wander to her lips, thinking about how close they are, and it wouldn’t take much to kiss them-

“You should’ve just asked” She whispers, and shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly.

“You’re here now, aren’t you?” He asks smugly, and when his lips pull into a smirk, she giggles a bit.

“Yeah,” She sighs, and her fingers curl up further into his hair.  “So, now that you’ve got me here… what’re you gonna do?”

He chuckles down at her, because she was so cute when she tried to be smooth.

“I just want to dance with you” He said, wrapping his arms completely around her waist, keeping her snug against his chest.

She sighed, content, as she leaned against his shoulder again.  They somehow were able to move slower than before, just swaying gently back and forth, but neither of them had ever felt so comfortable.

He was singing, incredibly softly, into her ear.  Just a few lyrics to the song here and there.  But it was sweet, and it felt perfect.

Even when their song had ended, and another cheesy one started to play, they continued to sway.

“Here” Richie spoke up, loosening up his hold on her, and then taking her hand.

He spun her outwards, under his arm, and she let out a laugh that could only be described to sound like absolute glee, before he tugged her back towards him.

She grinned up at him, and then carded her hands back into his curls so that she could lean upwards and press her lips against his.

It took him by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate for a second before cupping his hands around her cheeks and kissing her back passionately.  Their dancing had stopped, and again, the rest of the room shrunk and disappeared.

When they parted, her eyes were shut for a solid minute, but she was smiling, and it made Richie grin.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

She opened her eyes, and hummed back in question.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

She burst out laughing, nodding her head in agreement.

“Of course,” She said sweetly.  “But I won’t buy a dress, I’ll wear something old”

“Fine” Richie chuckles with a shake of his head.  He drops his hands from her face to place them on her waist again.

“And you can forget about dancing, it’s stupid” She adds, grinning wide at him while he nods.

“Not even one dance?”

“No way.  You have two left feet,” She says, in that same sweet tone.  “Who wants to dance with a guy who’s gonna step on your toes?”

Richie was still laughing, and he shook his head again.

“You still agreed to go, so…” He cocks his head to the side, giving her a grin that made her stomach do a flip.

“Well then there must be some kind of redeeming quality about you” She hummed, a timid smile on her lips.

She’s blushing, and it’s his favorite sight in the whole world.

“One more dance, though?” He asked, and (y/n) nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck again while he spun them both around a bit more enthusiastically than before.

“You can kinda dance for having two left feet-”

“Beep beep”

(y/n) laughs, and tries her best to feign offense but she’s giggling so much that it’s kinda hard to be convincing.

“You don’t get to beep beep me, that’s not how it works!”

“I think it works however I want it to work,” He teases.  “If you’re not still mad, want to get ice cream later?”

“Sounds good” (y/n) agreed, and swiftly leaned up to kiss his cheek. ___

They danced until eventually they got kicked out, because everyone left, everything was being cleaned up, and the music Richie was playing off his phone, and that was the breaking point for the chaperones.

They later got kicked out of the ice cream parlor too, for starting a mini food fight, and were stuck walking around town.  Everywhere had closed, it was the middle of the night, and they were both still in their prom attire.

Except now there were a few ice cream stains splattered on them.

“Where to now?” (y/n) asked, while Richie dramatically swung their hands between them.

“I don’t know, where do you want to go?” He asked, and she shrugged.

“Anywhere” She answered, softly, as she looked up at him.

“Anywhere?” He repeats.  “Because I know a great strip club-”

“Beep beep, Richie,” She says through a chuckle, and squeezes his hand as she walks closer to him.  “And yeah.  Anywhere”

(They end up throwing rocks into the quarry, but moral of the story is they stick together and live happily ever after)

___

raise your hand if you wish you’d gone to prom with richie tozier 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♂️ xoxo ~ jordie

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #396

“every time i leave, you say you won’t be there, & you’re always there”

So, is it gif with a hard G or soft G? I used to say "jif," but now I pronounce it as "gif." If you use libraries, what is the largest overdue fine you’ve ever had? *shrug* Do you ever borrow things other than books from the library? I remember back in the day, they used to offer educational computer games, and I bought a dinosaur one as a kid that I was madly obsessed with. Are there still any movie rental places left where you live? Just Redbox things outside of some stores. Do you ever buy secondhand books (or DVDs, video games, CDs)? Yeah; Ebay is my friend. Or do you prefer them to be brand new? I mean yeah, but it's not a massive deal to me so long the thing is operational or not falling apart. Do you ever write fanfic? Of what? Nah. Do you ever READ fanfic? Of what? Also nah. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Have you ever had multicolored/rainbow hair? No, but I would LOVE to. What kind of hats, if any, do you like to wear? I don't wear hats. What is your #1 deal-breaker with friendships? If you're manipulative, byyyyyeeeee~ Who is your favorite character on Bob’s Burgers and why? (If you watch it) I've seen some episodes, but I don't actually watch it. Have you ever had a retro celebrity crush? Like a crush on an “old” celebrity who was most famous a long time ago or is long dead? Audrey Hepburn, for one, is drop-dead GORGEOUS. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? It depends on what I bought and where it's from. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Idk. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? No; kids make their own choices. I do, however, believe the parents should monitor what they do until they reach a certain degree of maturity, as well as the child's history with what they've done on the Internet. Do you use acronyms to remember things? Sometimes. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. Only if I'm really in pain will I take Ibuprofen/Advil. Don’t you think Crocs are ugly? Big time. I don't know why they're in vogue now when they used to be so widely hated. When was the last time you went roller skating? Oh, it's been years. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into the franchise. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? I prefer the ones that make you uneasy. I'm not a big fan of the nasty ones, and I want to feel on edge when I'm watching a horror film, but it's EXTREMELY rare I become legitimately scared. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Uhhhh. Maybe genetic disorders. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? I'm sure it was something my niece or nephew said, but I'm unsure of what. They've said many adorable things. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? FUCKING KING RAMSES FROM COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG. FUCK he gave me nightmares. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? I was very saddened to hear about the giraffe that died giving birth. Do you believe that acupuncture works? I'm not educated enough on this subject. Have you ever been hypnotized? No, and I don't believe it's possible to be. What’s the first food you can smell when you enter the mall? The soft pretzels, omg. That little stand is my favorite part of our local mall. They make DELICIOUS pretzels. What is the worst hurt you’ve ever experienced? Jason leaving. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? Like serious body builders, it's gross to me. I prefer a natural musculature. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? I know I have, but what isn't coming to mind. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Unless it is absolutely pouring, no. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No. What is the hardest part of cleaning for you? It requires physical exertion and I am INCREDIBLY weak with non-existent stamina. Do you have any fake flowers in your room? No. Do you own any succulents? No. What is your favorite thing about spring? The only thing I like about spring are all the flowers. What is something you find hard to draw? HANDS. UGH. Was it sunny for your senior prom pictures? Sigh. It was a beautiful sunset. I REALLY wish I didn't delete all those pictures from existence. Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I've seen like, a triple rainbow. What’s one thing you want to learn how to make? Your ordinary meals. I really want to be able to cook my own food from scratch. Do you have stomach issues? Maybe TMI, but it's been questioned but not fully examined that I may have IBS. My stomach is very sensitive. When was the last time you apologized and didn’t mean it? I'm not sure. Do you prefer to be the “talker” or the “listener” in a conversation? The listener. What’s a movie that you think everyone should see? Johnny Got His Gun. If you could have any hair color, what color would you want? Either pastel pink or light creamsicle orange. When was the last time you saw your “first love”? February of 2017. Who’s the smartest person you know personally? My best guy friend Girt. What makes them so smart? He's just very intelligent. Book-smart. Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? Ozzy. He and his music are so important to me. What’s your favourite aunt or uncle’s first name? Robert. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. What time do you generally wake up in the morning? It varies from like, 6:00-8:30ish. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Definitely shapeshifting. I'd love to be a druid, man. Do you ever make surveys? If so, are they long or short? No, but I combine them because I don't like surveys that are too short by my standards. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? Honestly, probably never. I love my current hairstyle, but I most certainly plan on dyeing it maaaany more times. As a child, what was your favorite game to play? I was hooked on the first three Spyro games. I would play 'em over and over. Do any of your siblings have significant others? Do you like them? My older sister is married, and I am NOT a fan of her husband. He's WAY too conservative and bigoted and racist and misogynistic, etc. etc. He's wonderful as a dad, like holy shit he loves his kids, but his beliefs are abhorrent. Dad's daughter is also married, and her husband is awesome. Mom's eldest daughter is also married, and her husband seems cool. My brother has a fiancee that I've never met. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No fucking shit I do. It's impossible to logically deny, especially as the years go on. When was the last time you took a picture of something? Was it yourself? I took some pictures of this beautiful hydrangea bush outside the TMS office a few days ago. When drinking soda, do you prefer bottles or cans or poured in a glass? Cans, because it stays colder. Do you wear deodorant? Um, yes? If you had a pet pig, what would you name it? Probably something very unoriginal, like Wilbur. Do you like Led Zeppelin? I LOVE "Kashmir." "Stairway to Heaven" was madly important to me, but yeah... I can't listen to it anymore. Like seriously, I haven't in years. Do you like hugs? I do. Have you read the Constitution of the United States of America? Only the Bill of Rights for school. Do you have your own computer or use a family one? I have my own laptop. Do you take out the trash? Sometimes. Is there a calendar in the room you’re in? Outdated meerkat ones. What is your best friend’s name? Sara Jane. :') Have you ever seen a real-life cop chase? Maybe? What is your favorite shape? Circles. Are pigs adorable or dirty? They're precious! And pigs are actually a lot cleaner than people think, if they're not muddy. Anything moldy in your house? Not to my knowledge. Our old house had a serious mold problem, though, which is the primary reason we had to move. Especially with Mom having cancer at the time, she needed to be in the most sterile environment possible. Have you ever been in an earthquake? No. Do you enjoy history? No. Are you watching TV right now? No, but rather GameGrumps on YT. Could you ever be a mortician? True shit, it actually doesn't seem THAT bad. Can you solve a Rubik’s cube? Never seriously tried. How many pets do you have? Just two right now. Are you more close with your mom or dad? My mom. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Jason. Or Mom. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah. Poor things, they had terrible husbandry. I've learned a hell of a lot from a YouTuber/streamer that is like obsessed with fish about just how misinformed people are on how to take care of various fish. Your goldfish in that little bowl died for a reason, you know. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do you prefer tea or coffee? Both suck. Have you ever vaped? No. How did your parents meet? They were co-workers. What was your first word? "Dada." Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? ... I mighta lmao. When was the last time you had Nutella? A long time ago. It reeeeaaaally needs to stay out of my house, because I will eat it straight out of the jar. Name someone with a sexy sounding voice. So I don't know where this was, but Mark was once credited in something as "if chocolate had a voice" and I was like YOU FUCKIN BET YOUR SWEET ASS.

[bards-witcher]

Perdita - Chapter 9

So we are at the penultimate chapter of Perdita, the next chapter is more of a follow-up, but please don’t hate me :D

Warnings: Blood, character death

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[Luke POV]

Despite there being almost seven of them here, their group not known for being the quietest of people, not a sound could be heard, all of them waiting with bated breath for the go-ahead.

After the shambles that was their last attack on G, they decided something a little more tactical which was on a strictly need to know basis, hell some of the guys didn’t even know what they’d be doing yet and were waiting for their commands.

He could hear John and Smitty through the comms have that familiar banter between them which he could see caused a couple of people, even himself, to crack the faintest of smiles, something he felt all of them needed given what had happened and what was about to.

Right now all they could do was wait for the first part of the plan to go underway, namely John and Smitty as well as members from another gang, the misfits, a stupid name if you asked him, to cause a distraction.

It wasn’t easy to get him to accept the other gangs help given how he barely knew them, but John and Smitty both swore by them and that they were good people, which was good enough for him, for now anyway.

It was with that thought he felt a hand on his shoulder shake him slightly and he looked to see Mark looking worriedly at him.

“You okay man?”

“Yeah, yeah” That answer clearly didn’t convince the other man and for a moment he dropped his guard “there’s just a lot ridin’ on this and I’m worried about what could go wrong if we told the wrong people-“

“Well we just heard the misfits blow a hole wide open up front, as you asked, so it’s time to grow a pair and do the impossible” He simply nodded, raising his own hand to grip the other man’s shoulder and after another moment they both let go and he looked to see the others in their small group looking at him in anticipation.

A benefit of being one of the most prolific gangs in the city meant that a lot of people owed you favors whether they wanted to or not, although not enough to risk their lives apparently as he looked on grimly at their small ragtag group.

Regardless, he’d been able to get blueprints of the warehouse G was currently residing in, and after examining it for hours to analyze every in and out of the place the only conclusion he’d come to was that the only way to do this would be to brute force it, a sure way to get them all killed, but that was the risk they had all agreed to.

It was at several smaller entrances he then split them off into smaller groups each with an objective, Anthonys’ to find the antidote for whatever possessed Ryan, something Squirrel swore on his life existed. Marcels’ group were to guard the flank alongside Brians’ who were to support whoever needed it, whilst his group's main objective was to find Ryan.

He was somewhat surprised to hear through the comms the ferocity with which Daithi, Brock, Anthony and Mini were fighting, granted they were more than able to hold their own in any fight, but were all much more passive in nature, but all four of them had insisted that they go on this mission, something he didn’t have the heart to refuse.

The silencers on their guns meant they were somewhat undetected as they made their way through the winding halls throughout the building to where he was sure Ryan would be, the main, open area naturally, where he would be on display with all the other men to guard him.

If his memory served then they were only a couple of halls away from where he knew Ryan to be when he stopped in his tracks at Brians’ call for help, whilst they were surviving for now, G’s men were closing in on his group and they needed help.

He faintly heard Anthony say he was going to provide backup, but he knew they’d need a couple of extra hands, and as such, he turned to Mark and Squirrel with the order to go help them.

Of course they protested the order, they knew him too well that he’d go after Ryan alone but even they couldn’t deny he was their best chance of getting him back, besides, being on the other side of the building meant that the two of them could flank G’s men and provide some relief to their friends.

It was only after a couple of minutes of heated, whispered debate that they agreed, wishing him luck for the last time before he saw them turn around and slink back down the corridor they had just come down.

As predicted he quickly found the room he was looking for, already hearing many voices shouting over each other, clearly trying to get a handle on their surprise attack.

The fact that it had worked somewhat brought a small smile to his face before he carefully slunk into the room, hiding behind a bunch of wooden boxes nearby that still gave him a view of the main area.

The noise matched the sight of the room around him with people pushing past each other in order to get their hands on any weapon they could whilst others tried to get order from the chaos only to cause fighting between the lot of them, well that’s what you get for paying for your men, people who care more about money than the people they fight beside.

Somehow through the mess of people, he could make out a familiar face, the sight of the other man enough to cause a sharp twist of his heart as he watched Ryan examine the gun he’d been handed, a sniper of course, with barely a flicker of life on his face, far from the person he knows and loves.

“Cartoonz, you can stop hiding behind those boxes now” The sound of Gs’ voice booming across the room caused everyone to stop whatever they were doing, silence encompassing the room apart from the odd murmur as he tried to find a different, more durable form of cover to shield behind “I wouldn’t try that if I were you, you’d be dead before you could even blink, now why don’t you stand so that everyone can see our brave little hero”

Looking around him he couldn’t find anything that would help him, nothing but the gun in his hand that was sure to result in his or Ryans’ deaths, probably both knowing the man that was goading him to leave his cover.

After exhausting every possible option around him he finally stood, his gun raised at the mass of people in front of him and what he wouldn’t give to open fire on the lot of them and die with his gun blazing, but Ryans’ face in that crowd quickly put a stop to that thought.

He’s not surprised when he then sees every other person with a gun aim theirs at him, it was the least he expected, but it’s even more painful at the fact that the barrel of Ryans’ gun was aimed right at his head, a fact that still made his gut clench uncomfortably, his hopes of getting them both out alive looking less and less.

The sound of a small chuckle broke whatever next thought of despair his mind was going to conjure up and he quickly turned to see G move to stand beside Ryan, a fact that had his finger tighten slightly around the trigger of his gun, an action that caused some of the more nervous men in Gs’ group to readjust their weapons, which quickly had G tusking at them.

“Easy boys, we don’t want to kill him just yet”

The sentence is enough to have his eyes roll knowing the other man clearly wanted to play some sort of sadistic mind game with him first, one which would likely involve Ryan, but if it brought him closer to the other man he would gladly do it.

So deep in his thought he almost missed what G was saying to him, barely making out the ‘drop your gun’ which only earned a scoff from him and a very displeased look from G.

It’s then that he heard a gun’s safety be turned off next to his head, and whilst he could probably incapacitate the other man it wasn’t something he wanted to risk with G so close to Ryan and about another thirty guns aimed at him.

Finally starting to admit defeat he carefully dropped his gun which he saw was quickly kicked to the side somewhere, only letting out a small grunt of displeasure at the way his weapon was handled before he’s being forced to move closer to G and Ryan.

“That’s better, now we can have a nice friendly one on one conversation with each other, guns are such a violent business” He couldn’t believe this guy was for real, barely able to keep back another eye roll as he tried to think of a way to get him and Ryan out, he knew the other man was in there somewhere and he wondered that if a fight did break out, would the other man side with him.

“There’s nothin’ to talk about, I’m here for Ohm and to sort out a little pest invasion” The way G just laughed at his statement only served to put him further on edge.

“Whilst that’s all very endearing, you and what army? I’ve pulled in men from around the city to help my cause and your little friends are either being cornered or brought to me as we speak” The words had him pause for a moment, sure the odds were stacked against them, but it couldn’t be this bad could it?

“You fail to see that this little vendetta of yours is a lost war, one you’re willing to sacrifice your friend's lives for, and for what? A piece of ass?”

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth, using every ounce of control he had to not punch the other man square in the face and to continue doing so until he was nothing more than a bloody pulp.

“Now, whilst we wait for your friends to be brought to me, how about a little entertainment? I know my men could use something to calm their nerves a little after your surprise entrance”

“Just fuckin’ kill me already, I’ve had enough of this bullshit” Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flicker of emotion cross Ryans’ face, something that looked a lot like worry, but he couldn’t help but think it was just wishful thinking.

“Impatient are we? I’m not going to kill you before you see your friends go through some games of their own, so I suggest we do something to pass the time, don’t worry, it shouldn’t take too long”

He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the statement, he knew he wouldn’t like whatever was going to happen next, especially with the way G turned to Ryan, a wide smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders as if they were old friends.

The sight made him want to throw up and it took every fiber of his being not to attack the man in front of him, only helped by the gun barrel he felt press harder into the back of his head.

“Ohm, why don’t you hand your gun off to Mike” It still unsettled him how Ryan followed the other man’s words without a hint of hesitation, the larger part of him wondering if there was going to be any way to get back the man he loved “Everyone else clear the space and get your bets in, it’s time for a good ol’ fashioned brawl”

He only felt anger fill him as he heard the cheers and jeers from the men around him, his eyes flashing to the discarded gun on the floor as he weighed his chances of coming out alive, but before he had a chance to even think of reaching for it a gunshot was heard in the room.

The sound startled him a little, a part of him hoping that maybe his friends had pulled through and had come back to try and rescue him and Ryan, allowing him to reach for his gun and get out before chaos ensued, but as he reached for it he felt himself be hit in the head, the force causing him to fall to the floor.

“Did you really think it would be that easy Cartoonz, here I thought you were clever” It was only then that he noted the gun in Gs’ hand as the other man bent down to chastise him, only then realizing it was G that had set the gun off and there was little to no chance for him “You’re lucky I’m letting you off this time, don’t expect me to be so lenient next time”

With that he was pulled up to his feet by a hand in his hair, wincing a little as he had no choice but to follow the movement before finally being shoved towards Ryan, and for the smallest of moments, he swore he could see worry etched on the other man’s face, almost as if he longed to reach out to help him and it gave him the smallest inkling of hope.

“Enough time-wasting, Ohm, kill Cartoonz and no hesitation this time” It didn’t take a genius to sense the threatening undertone in Gs’ voice, meaning now he had even more of an incentive to at least get Ryan out alive, sure that even if he was killed, any hesitance on Ryans’ part would result in something awful happening to him too.

It was chilling as he watched Ryan quickly approach, not pausing in his stride before his fist was being pulled back and a punch landed onto his face.

He could’ve easily dodged it; he anticipated the move from the other man given how his body was going more on instinct than proper skill and it lacked any of the finesse Ryan usually had when he fought.

The two of them had known each other for years and knew how each other fought, it wasn’t uncommon for the younger man to best him, but he knew this Ryan wouldn’t, but that wasn’t his goal, he was hoping to get through whatever hold G had over him any way that he could.

Both times they’ve ‘met’ when Ryan was under G’s control, the other man was able to take control of himself, even if only for a moment, and had saved both his and Jons’ life, he was hoping now that if Ryan saw himself causing harm to him that it may be enough to bring him back.

Ryan, however, hadn’t held back on his punch and he could feel his nose start to bleed as he composed himself to stand his ground again.

“Ohm, c’mon it’s me, I know you don’t want to do this” His plea only resulted in another punch in his face, not even being given a chance to recover before another one was landed in his gut causing him to clench forward in pain before a knee was slammed into his face, barely getting out a pained groan of ‘Ryan’ before he was released only to stumble back a couple of steps.

He feebly wiped at the blood now covering the lower part of his face, only for it to be replaced almost immediately, but he couldn’t care less about that now as he dodged the next hit Ryan aimed at him.

“It’s okay Ohm, I’m here” He had to pause for a moment to dodge the next fist aimed at him and the leg he saw kick at him, quickly maneuvering himself so that he was grabbing onto Ryans’ shoulders to try and keep him in place so that he could plead at him.

“Ohm, look at me, it’s Luke, I need you to come back to me, please” He had a brief moment where he berated himself for outing his actual name in front of people who only wish him harm, but he was desperate and was willing to do anything he could.

For a moment he saw a flicker of emotion in the other man’s eyes and he thought that he was making progress, at least until he found himself being pushed by the other man so that he tripped over Ryan’s leg and as such collided onto the floor with a grunt, much to the enjoyment of the people around them.

Before he could attempt to get back to his feet suddenly Ryan was on top of him in a way that limited his movement with an arm held tight against his throat “I know you’re stronger than this Ry, we all do, right now Brock, Anthony, Scotty, all of ‘em are fightin’ out there to get you back an’ I ain’t leavin’ without you”

The arm against his neck only got tighter but he already knew a way out of the other man’s hold, his body lacking the form that he’d quite literally beat into Ryan all those years ago, but he figured he’d give it one last shot before he fought back.

“I need you back Ryan, Tiny needs you…” At the sound of the small dogs name, he felt the hold on his throat loosen just the slightest and he ran with it “You know that little mutt hates me, but ever since you were taken he refuses to leave my side, hell I’ll even let you bring him with us when we go away when this is over”

For a moment he saw pain flicker across the other man’s face and it tore at his own heart that it had to be there in the first place “Jus’ come back with me, I know Jon will actually tackle you to the floor this time when he sees you, after he gives you an ass-whoopin' first”

It was with that last bit that he heard Ryan give a sharp intake of breath and felt his entire body freeze above him, the previously stoic mask on the other man melted away to show nothing but worry, confusion, but relief as well.

“He’s alright Ryan, a bit beat up but he’ll pull through, practically had to tie him down to stop him comin’ with us today” With that, he raised a hand to gently start rubbing against the other man’s side in a gesture of comfort, glad that his touch wasn’t immediately shunned as it seemed Ryan leaned into it a little.

It was a somewhat quiet moment between them as he got more confident with his touch on Ryans’ side as he saw the other man very slowly come back to himself, raising his voice as much as he dared whilst he also tried to be soothing in an effort to drown out the men’s shouts around them, voices only encouraging them to fight.

All of a sudden another gunshot was heard and in an instant, the pressure on his neck, which had only gotten lighter over the other man’s realization, was instead replaced by cool steel as now cold, hard eyes stared down at him, lacking any of the warmth he knew the other man had.

“For fucks sakes Ohm, fucking kill him already before I shoot you both” He briefly glanced to the side to see G’s gun aimed at Ryan’s head, and whilst he knew that in this state the other man was unbothered by it, he was, and as such took advantage of the situation to roll the both of them so that he was now on top in an effort to try and protect Ryan from the other man’s gun.

Before he could even think of trying to bring the other man back to himself again he found himself having to quickly move away as a knife slashed where his face used to be, just about rolling away and onto his feet before Ryan could try and get another swipe in.

It was as Ryan slashed at him with the knife that he grabbed onto the offending wrist and pulled it away from where it was only a couple of inches from his face before getting close up to the other man and bringing his other hand up to cup the side of Ryans’ face.

“Keep fightin’ Ry, I’m gonna get you out alright”

In the next moment, his head was pulled back with a hand pulling tightly at his hair, the barrel of a gun shakily pressed against his head as he shuddered at the feel of G’s warm breath against the back of his neck “I’m getting real sick of your shit Luke, fucking kill him now Ohm or I’ll do it for you”

The knife returned to his throat but he could tell the other man was reluctant to do anything given the lax way the knife was held, and with that in mind he made his move, flicking his head back to smash it into G’s face, getting a sense of satisfaction at the crunch and pained groan from the other man who soon stumbled away from him.

He then took the opportunity to finally punch the man as he’d wanted to ever since he’d found out about him, putting all the force he had behind it which quickly had the smaller man collapse to the floor, the other man now holding a hand up to try and stem the blood flow from his nose.

The noise around them became a deafening roar and suddenly countless guns were aimed at him, already accepting the inevitable as he got ready to aim a final blow to G, if he was going to die at least he’d do so with a bang he thought, however suddenly he was hit in the side of his face, the blinding pain through his head causing him to fall to the floor much the same that G had.

Before he could even try to make sense of what happened suddenly Ryan was on top of him, knife in hand and he once again found himself mostly pinned down by the other man, the knife at his throat digging harder into his skin, almost as if this fake Ryan was trying to prove that he could do the act.

Once again he reached forward to grab Ryans’ wrist and forced him to push the knife even deeper into his neck, although not enough to break the skin, yet.

“It’s okay Ryan, I forgive you” It’s then that he noted the tears in the other man’s eyes, and he can all but see the battle hidden behind the other man’s eyes “I love you, Ryan, an I always will, but it’s okay, I just need you to get out okay, the others will help you”

He could feel the warm tears from the other man land on his chest, and he tugged at Ryans’ wrist just a little more so that the knife would nick his skin, all but feeling the younger man’s shaky breath as his blood began to pool at his collarbone and for a moment he felt the knife push in even deeper before it moved away entirely and when he looked up he knew it was Ryan staring down at him, his Ryan.

He felt nothing but relief flood him then, quickly taking advantage to roll the both of them over and grabbed Ryans’ wrist with the knife still in it to bring it back up to his throat in an effort to keep up pretenses to everyone else present.

“Luke, I-“ He can see the panic on the other man and it broke his heart to see it, simply offering a comforting smile to him

“It’s okay Ry, we’re gonna be okay” He couldn’t stop the way his heart raced, especially at the weak smile Ryan gave back to him which fell from his face far too soon for his liking.

“I can’t hold it, Luke, I can feel it eating away at me, I don’t know how long-“

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, we’ll figure something out” He had intended to reach his free hand forward to stroke his thumb along the other man’s cheek, everyone else be damned, but suddenly Ryan had his wrist in a harsh grip and he was soon wincing as it was twisted uncomfortably and he was forced off of the other man.

The dead expression on the other man’s face told him he’d lost his battle, but he’d gotten through to Ryan once and he was sure going to try and do it again.

He didn’t hesitate as he once again grabbed onto Ryans’ wrist when he tried to slash forward at him again, only this time he twisted it until the other man had no choice but to drop the knife.

However, he wasn’t quick enough to dodge the fist that then hit him in the face and caused him to stumble back a step as he saw Ryan get into a defensive pose.

In the next moment, the two of them were grappling with each other, too focussed on avoiding and blocking the hands trying to jab at his sides or knock him off balance that he didn’t realize Ryan was talking to him until after a couple of minutes.

“Luke, please, you have to help me” The sheer heartbreak in the other man’s voice caused his own chest to clench painfully.

“I will” he said it with such fierce determination and was glad to see the slight relief in the other man, yet even as he said it he found himself being kicked in the gut by Ryan which caused all the breath to go from his lungs.

Suddenly, Ryan was on him again with a quick jab to his throat, the pain made worse by the cut from when he’d forced the other man to push the knife into his throat earlier so that he soon found himself on the floor choking.

Then he felt a tight arm wrap around his neck as he found himself now being held in a headlock, but the touch was gentle and he could still breath, the small shallow breathing of Ryan behind him told him that he’d regained control again, even if only for another moment.

“You don’t understand Luke, you have to stop me” it was then that he felt Ryan angle him so that he now had view of the discarded knife on the floor, the thought of using it on the other man quickly made him sick.

“I can’t-“

“You have to” Suddenly the arm on his throat got incredibly tight and he found himself choking on the breath he had tried to take “Only one of us can get out and there’s no hope for me”

In a final act of mercy he was suddenly released, noting it was done towards the knife, his whole body aching now from the beat down he’d been getting as his will to fight only got lower and lower.

In the deeper part of his mind, he knew what he had to do, he just wasn’t sure if he had the strength to do it, the larger part of him clinging to the hope that some miracle will pull through to help them both.

Still, he refused to entertain the thought of stabbing and most likely killing the other man, however, Ryan had other ideas when he suddenly had his face slammed into the floor before the other man climbed back on top him as well as pick up the knife just above his head now.

Only instead of finding the knife at his throat or being embedded in his chest, he found that it was being pushed into his hand, and in his tired and somewhat dazed state could do nothing but take it from the smaller man who looked down at him with utter desperation.

“You need to do it now Luke, I don’t know if I can give you another chance” With his free hand he cupped the other man’s face and brought it closer to his so that their foreheads were touching.

“I can’t Ry, I-“

“You must” It was then that Ryan separated the small distance between them to ever so gently press their lips together, but he felt nothing but dread when they separated with a shaky breath “It’s okay Luke, it’s okay just please do this for me, I can’t go on like this and risk hurting you-“

He pulled Ryan into another kiss then, already feeling the tears fall from his eyes as he tightened his hand around the blade, pulling away to look into the hazel eyes he loved so much before, with help from Ryan’s hand over his, pushed the blade into his chest.

Immediately he wrapped his free arm around Ryan and moved them so that the other man was on the floor, his hand leaving the knife to instead stroke at the younger man’s face, cradling Ryan’s head in his lap as he slowly saw the life drain out of him “You stay with me now Ryan, we’re gonna get you home safe”

He couldn’t stop his tears now, especially when he saw the faint smile on the other man’s face and the barely whispered thank you between bloodied lips.

He wasn’t given a chance to grieve though before a sharp hand in his hair pulled his head up only to see a disapproving G in front of him.

“It seems we chose the wrong person, nevertheless I’m sure you’ll do just fine in Ohms place”

He didn’t deem the statement with an answer as he instead spat at the man’s face, getting at least some satisfaction as he saw the mix of disgust and fury on his face, he would’ve gone for another punch if not for the multiple guns pointed at him.

The next thing he knew he was being hit on the face which caused him to spit blood from the sheer force of it before once again he faced the other man, his own fury now evident on his face.

“And just to think, if only you’d played nice Ohm might still be alive now” That last comment is what did it for him as he launched forward, pushing the gun that was in his face away from him as he slammed G’s face into his knee, earning a pained cry from the other man before he pulled him up straight to deliver a hard punch to his face.

He was somewhat gleeful as he heard G’s pained cry, but before he could do much else he found several guys surrounding him, all giving him a good kick or a punch until he was forced to his knees and he was once again met with a furious G, gun in his hand and blood now flowing down his face.

“On second thought, I think a bullet to your brain will fit you better” Normally he would be panicked, rushing to think of a way to get out of this scenario, but he felt nothing, instead a part of him was glad that he’d at least join Ryan wherever he was “Kinda sad really, we could’ve done great things together”

“Burn in hell you fuck”

His words only got a huff of a laugh from the other man “I’ll see you there”

He waited with bated breath for the inevitable, feeling no fear at what was about to happen as he heard G turn the safety off, however, before anything else could happen suddenly an explosion tore through one of the walls of the room.

As rock hurled towards him his safety was the least of his concern as he instead quickly turned to cover Ryan’s limp form from the debris raining over them.

Everyone around him then went into disarray as he heard gunshots and shouts echo around them, thinking himself crazy as he’s sure he heard Momo’s laugh followed by another explosion, wasn’t she on holiday?

He spared a look up and was that Ze? Stabbies? They were supposed to be halfway across the country and fuck was that Evan?

He’s sure he’s definitely going crazy, or maybe he did die but his mind had conjured some sort of scenario to ease him into it, regardless he paid no attention to what was happening around him as he turned back to Ryan.

Half-heartedly he shook the other man almost as if he was simply in some kind of sleep other than what the truth was, once again he felt tears edge his vision and a thick lump in his throat.

Once again he found himself being pulled away from the other man, lashing out behind him at whoever had dared to pull him away from his husband and sure enough a frantic G was staring at him, a shaky gun in his hand.

With the fighting still going on around them, he had no qualms about once again punching the other man across the face, watching as the gun that was in G’s hand skid a few feet away as he laid another punch and another one.

Once he started he couldn’t stop, punching the other man over and over again, long after he had fallen to the floor, his blood now splattered on the ground near them and still, he kept going even when G had stopped moving.

A hand on his shoulder is what stopped him, and suddenly he’s turning and getting ready to fight whoever had tried to stop him, only his blow was easily deflected, and his arm instead was held tight, only after another moment did he recognize Mark looking down at him and suddenly all the energy drained out of him.

“ ’m so sorry Luke” He could hear the pain in the other man’s voice, pain that didn’t hold a candle to his own as he gave one final look at the bloodied mess that was G’s prone form before turning away from him and crawling back towards Ryan.

Through blurry eyes he once again pulled the other man’s head towards him until it was in his lap, gently stroking a hand through his hair as he let his tears fall freely, uncaring of who was around him to watch.

“It’s all over now Ry, we’re gonna be alright” he mustered a watery smile that lasted all of a second before he let out a broken sob.

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Title: A Dragon’s Egg Pairing:  Kacchako Rating: T Word Count:  2,462 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Though their baby hasn't hatched yet, Ochako keeps carrying around the egg to keep it safe.

This was written for @supereveylg !! We had talked about this fic forever and finally its here!! ILU so much! <3

Fic under the cut!

Bakugou twisted his lips, folding his arms across his chest as he stared at the woman he loved. She sat on the floor of their small hut, gently rubbing her hand over the top of the gold and pink scaled egg.

He rolled his eyes, watching as she hummed softly, leaning her cheek against it with a sigh.

"Oi, Ochako, the fuck are you doing?" he grunted, slamming the wooden door behind him

She yelped, blinking as she wrapped her arms protectively around the egg, as if she didn't know who had just entered their home. "Oh... Katsuki..." she breathed out, relief washing over her features.

"Who the hell did you think it was?" he asked, kicking off his boots before taking a seat next to her.

"I-I dunno..." she muttered. "But I got nervous." She let out a long sigh. "This whole baby situation is making me nervous."

Bakugou looked at her blankly. He wouldn't exactly call it a baby situation. Not yet at least. "Why the hell is it making you nervous?" he said, watching the way her fingers stroked over the upper curve of the egg.

"Because it's our baby," she whispered. "But... he’s still stuck in this egg."

Bakugou sighed, puffing out his cheeks. Though he wouldn't necessarily call it a 'baby' situation, it certainly was an 'odd' one. It had been a damn miracle they even had the egg in the first place. Humans and dragons were not supposed to mate this way apparently, or so they had learned the hard way. Instinctively, he moved closer to her, reminded of how close he had been to losing her.

There was no way he would've allowed that to happen.

They had gotten the egg out of her by using her magic, transforming her into a dragon for a short amount of time. With how panicked they both had been, Bakugou was honestly just happy to have her and the egg alive.

And now, Ochako was glued to the egg, refusing to leave it's side.

"Yeah, that's normal," Bakugou said, finally answering her.

Ochako's lips twisted. "Most women get to hold their baby when they give birth... this waiting is painful."

"It would go by faster if you would do something besides watch it all day," Bakugou snorted, nudging the side of her shoulder.

"But then he'll be all alone!" Ochako gasped, pressing her hand to her chest. "We can't leave him alone!"

Actually she could, that was the whole point of having the egg. They could leave the baby to grow on it's own, it was meant to be preparation time, but Ochako didn't see it like that. He knew she was far more comfortable with human customs; having the baby and immediately taking care of it...

Humans did things so oddly.

"Bakugou Katsuki," she snapped, wrapping her arms around the small pink and gold egg. She lifted it close to her cheek, nuzzling her face against it before holding out the egg to him. "This is our baby."

"That, is an egg."

She frowned again, pulling the egg immediately back. "You don't get to hold him then" she huffed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'm going to get fuckin' ready."

Ochako brushed her fingers over the scaled egg, smiling at it. The amount of times Bakugou had seen her do that in the past week… She looked adorable as hell but…

"Get ready?" she asked.

"Yeah," he grunted. "Dinner... with my shitty parents."

"Katsuki..." she sighed, picking the egg up as she stood. "Don't be rude to your parents. They've been helping us so much. And besides your mother is just as excited about the baby as we are."

Yeah, his mother was really leaning into the whole egg thing too.

Ochako walked past him, cupping the egg to her chest. "I'm going to get changed," she hummed and paused in front of him, her large, beautiful eyes staring up at him. "Katsuki," she said, leaning toward him. "I can feel your frustration, or did you forget that?"

He growled. Damn magical bond. How the fuck was he supposed to do anything with her knowing everything?!

"Look, just leave the damn egg here! That's what all dragon mothers do!" he snapped.

"Katsuki, it's our baby!" she snapped back, the anger burning deep in his chest. He could feel the way it simmered and seared against his heart. She was truly enraged... which made sense he supposed given how protective she was. "If we leave the egg here, we might miss it hatching! Or worse, it'll hatch and then be all alone!"

"Most dragon babies hatch alone."

Again, the anger flared in his chest, the aura in the air thick and full of frustration. "I'm bringing the egg," she snapped, storming into their room. She angrily slammed the door, the whole goddamn house shaking.

At first this whole situation had been cute. Ochako had clung to the egg while being an overprotective mother, but then it became apparent she was never going to let it go. Even the few times she looked stupidly adorable, Bakugou didn't want her to keep living her life around the egg.

The whole point was to give the child time to grow away from the parents and keep it warm while it continued developing. All dragons eventually leave their parents... it was only a matter of time...

Fuck. There was no way that was going to be pleasant. Thankfully it was years away.

Swinging the door open, Ochako narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you getting all panicky about?" she asked, gently tapping the front of her chest.

"Oi, I'm not panicking. Hurry and change! I don't feel like dealing with the hag."

"Don't be so rude to your mother," she sighed, coming out with her long pink robes. She had a wrap around her chest, tying the egg securely to her chest. She smiled as she stroked her hand over the top. "We had some movement! I would let you touch, but you would try and steal him from me."

A small growl slipped from Bakugou's lips. She was so unruly as a mother already... though he was certain she would calm down a bit once the egg hatched. Then she could just follow their kid around.

"It's not... stealing, it's my kid too."

"Aha!" she gasped, pointing her finger toward him. "So you do agree it's our baby?"

"The egg isn't our damn kid. It's keeping our brat safe-"

"Katsuki!"

He sighed, rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to get her to put the egg down, so he might as well get them moving to his parents house. He slipped his arm around her and kissed the side of her head. "C'mon Cheeks," he muttered.

As frustrating as her attachment to the egg was, she did look so damn cute this way... all protective and worried. It only made him want to protect her.

She smirked, glancing up toward him. She lifted a finger slowly, poking his cheek. "You're thinking about me, Katsuki," she whispered.

"'Course I am! You're my fucking mate," he snapped.

"So maybe you don't hate this after all," she purred, letting her fingers trail over the top of the egg.

Clicking his tongue, Bakugou rolled his eyes. "I never hated it. But it will be okay by itself."

"Nope!" she smiled, gently rubbing the top of the egg. "I told you! I don't want to miss it!" she sighed.

Bakugou glanced down at the egg and sighed, lacing his fingers together with hers as she touched over the shell.

"Alright, alright," he muttered, walking with her to the door to tap on it a few times.

"Well, well, well," Mitsuki's voice was loud, just like Bakguou's, though her timbre was more feminine. "Seems like my idiot son finally showed up and... oh my gosh, you brought the baby!"

Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes as he stepped inside the house. The air smelled of cooking meat, corn and potatoes. Good. At least now he could focus on his food.

"Of course I did! I didn't want him to hatch when we were home," Ochako explained.

Mitsuki leaned over Ochako, letting her fingers brush over the small scales on top of the pink and gold egg. "No, you wouldn't want to miss it."

"Katsuki is still being grouchy about it."

"Oh, he's been like that since he was in his egg," Mitsuki said, waving him off. "He can come help me set the table, you can go rest on the couch while we finish everything up."

Before anyone could protest, Mitsuki was dragging Bakugou to the kitchen. Immediately, she yanked on his ear, Bakugou growling as she did.

"Oi! Hag! What gives?" he snapped.

"Be nice to your mate," she said, handing him some carrots to peel.

"I am being nice! I'm trying to help her calm down!"

"Doesn't seem like it!" Mitsuki hissed, setting up the table with various bows and utensils. "She's just... nesting," Mitsuki whispered. "I didn't like going far from you either."

"Yeah yeah..."

He glanced into the living room where Ochako sat with her eyes closed, her fingers gently touching over the top of the egg. She was beautiful... his mate... the woman he loved... the mother of their soon-to-be child.

Admittedly, he knew this was probably her idea of nesting. Female dragons usually stayed in dragon form near the nest with however many eggs they had... but as a human it would be impossible for Ochako to do that.

She was so damn perfect, despite her clingy behavior. He supposed his mother was right, as much as it pained him to admit it.

Turning toward him, she smiled, her cheeks red. She could feel their bond, obviously she knew he was thinking about it. If only she could take in his scent too, it would probably help her calm down. He could tell how anxious she had been over this lately.

Before he could speak, a gasp slipped from Ochako's lips and she jumped up. "G-Guys! Dinner might have to wait!" she said and dropped to her knees, unfolding the wrap around her chest to make it closer to a purse.

"Cheeks?!" Bakugou growled, rushing to her side immediately.

On the top of the egg there was a crack, faintly appearing between the scales.

"I-It's hatching!" Ochako giggled, holding the egg close to her chest. "Finally we can welcome you to the world!"

"I'll get some water and blankets," Mistuki said, her voice hushed.

The cracks in the eggs continued to grow, cracking down the side, the tiny crackle noise echoing in the small hut. Anxiety pulsed through Bakugou's veins, their magic mingling together... he was going to be the best damn father that there was. He was sure of it.

Mitsuki returned, dropping the blankets to the floor as she created a small nest, an easy place for them to rest the egg down. "Here," she said, gesturing for them to place it down in the small area.

Nodding, Ochako leaned forward, placing the egg on the makeshift nest as she watched the start of the cracks begin to drop off the egg. Small little bumps appeared as the tiny baby inside attempted to push out of the confines of the egg prison.

"Yes!" Ochako cheered. "You got this, we've been dying to meet you," she whispered, taking Bakugou's hand in her own.

He swallowed, watching with wide eyed as the egg cracked and moved, pieces of the shell falling away. One leg kicked out from the shell and then another. A small golden tail wrapped around his tiny body. With one final push, his head popped through the last crack. His hair was a deep brown, the same color as Ochako's and his eyes were a deep red color, just like Bakugou's. Scales covered his round cheeks, his ears pointed and long.

He looked at his parents wide-eyed, glancing between the two of them, curiosity in his eyes. Large, bubbling tears watered up in his eyes, slowly dripping down his round cheeks, and he began to wail, his voice loud.

"He has your voice, Katsuki!" Mitsuki teased.

"Shut it!" he snapped.

Ochako gasped, covering her mouth, her brown eyes watering as she looked at their son. "He's finally here..." she whispered.

"Don't cry too you idiot," Bakugou muttered.

"I'm... I'm sorry I just..." she slowly reached forward and picked him up. "Our baby," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don’t cry baby boy," she said through her bubbling tears. She hushed him, rocking him in her hands. With a soft giggle, the baby reached forward, his tiny palms touching at Ochako's own cheeks.

"Now that is a baby," Bakugou snorted.

Ochako's fingers brushed over the baby's cheek, touching at his small scales while he giggled.

"Don't worry," Mitsuki said softly. She picked up a damp cloth and brushed off his forehead. "All dragons are born with scales and tails. It takes them a bit to learn how to hide it."

"That's okay he's perfect, he never has to hide it," Ochako sniffled

Bakugou smirked, gently touching at the tiny boy's cheek where the scales covered his face.

"It reminds me of how you were when I first met you," she whispered, and Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off her. Of course his son was incredible, and he already adored the kid even more than himself, but Ochako... She seemed the happiest he had ever seen or felt her, his heart warming up. Her round cheeks were flushed, her lips curled into the most perfect smile.

He loved this damn family he had somehow gotten so lucky with.

"What are you going to call him?" Mitsuki asked.

"We decided on Shouhei," Ochako whispered. "We want his life to be peaceful... so he can soar through the skies and be free."

"It's lovely," Mitsuki smiled.

Ochako held the little boy so close, cooing and giggling with him.

Why were they so damn perfect?

"Katsuki," Ochako said softly, looking toward him. "Do you want to hold him?" she asked, holding the small boy out to him.

"Yeah," he muttered, scooping him up into his arms. Shouhei's eyes were big and round, just like his mother, and he stared up at Bakugou, squirming in his hands, his tail wagging back and forth. Good, he was happy to see the kid had so much energy. "He's so damn perfect."

"I told you," Ochako said. "I knew you wouldn't want to miss the egg hatching.

She was right. Holding his son, Bakugou finally understood why Ochako hadn't wanted to let him go. Hell, if he had it his way, he would never let either of them go. He would protect them both no matter what.