#maybe they'll come back to me if i beat the game again

[blueberrybluestar]

i had to uninstall gaiden today because i physically couldnt keep myself from replaying the iw demo over and over

so i reinstalled yakuza:lad because i felt like playing some of it again before iw releases. just wanted to fuck around and do some side content maybe

except

all my premium adventure save files are gone for some reason???? idk what happened but like. i'm genuinely upset? i put so much time into those. i beat the TFMT on those. what happened. why are they gone.

i do still have my ng+ legend file that's on like chapter 3 so i might just end up replaying through some of the game before iw releases. still a little bummed out that all my pa saves are gone though.

[zoropookie]

SWEET MELODY

☆ chapter twenty — get the fuck out (🎂)

The wind was carrying a chill on his skin like it lived on his being, a cold damp fog.

The sun was sinking beneath the homes, and the evening seemed to hold his break with him. He, Ei, and Yae were standing there in front of the familiar door they've all frequented. One leading the way, calm and resolute, the other begrudgingly trailing behind her while his mind gloomed. The third? Amused, eyes glimmering with merriment at the mother-son relationship.

"I reckon you tell them that you'll leave them alone," Yae suggested. "All of it is quite petty, I'm sure they'll understand why we're here to have you two make amends anyway."

"I have no doubt that's what you think, especially since you both love to be resolute bitches about it—"

"Oh? No, continue, I'd love for you to finish that thought." Ei replied, standing tall and unmoving, face of quiet authority. After a brief interlude of his quietude, she ground her teeth. "Do not cross me, you are already in hot water."

Ei's gaze burned into him in front of that door, she knocked, the sound echoing with enough command. Kuni's throat tightened in disgust, mind racing for an immediate escape, any way out of this predicament, but Ei was always one to play her cards well. He was trapped here whether he liked it or not.

The door opened slowly upon looking through the peep hole, revealing you, who looked at all three of them with weariness. "Hello..." You said awkwardly, but there wasn't much of a smile on your face than usual. Kuni's heart skipped a beat, and there was a heavier feeling to the air that he couldn't shake from you. It was easy talking shit to them on the phone, but when he knew something was wrong here, it was strange.

"We won't take up much of your time, I apologize if we burdened you right now!" Yae chirped. "I'm so glad to see you yet again. You get cuter and cuter each time I see you, (Y/N). Like a little button."

You didn't know how to respond to that, frankly, except with a half-hearted smile. Your eyes moved back to the other two, your heart dropping at the situation. Ei's grip on Kuni's hair was sudden and firm, her thin fingers weaving through his mauve filaments with a controlled ease. She forced his head down, tugging him into a bow.

"No more. No more fighting, no more altercations. Apologize, Kunikuzushi," She said, her tone ironclad. "For all of it."

He bit the inside of his cheek, losing the hope he had for this going how he wanted it. He refused to let his own pride be threatened as it roared in seething rebellion. Up his neck creeped humiliation, but his mother's grip tightened. She refused to let go. His head still bowed, he forced the words out, all of the syllables dripping from his lips were involuntary.

"You've been through a lot because of me. I shouldn't have done what I have, and maybe I should have also realized that when I was doing it. I'm still learning how to regulate, it doesn't come to me naturally." Kuni said, hollow, half-hearted. He couldn't help it. Every tendril of his being wanted to rip away from how pathetic this display looked.

He felt their gazes on him, like a lion in a circus, studying his every move and reaction, waiting for him to crack under his own ego. "Oh, you think that's enough?" Yae said, tilting her head. "You're still acting as if this is a game, but there's no place for them anymore. How unfortunate."

"...We will move on from this. Please consider forgiving me in the future, when your heart allows it." Kuni hissed through clenched teeth, fist trembling at his sides. Fury boiled under his skin, but he kept his eyes locked on the ground like he was commanded, avoiding eye contact, wincing at his mother's nails digging into him. "Let me go. You're fucking hurting me."

"Words. All words, but I haven't heard an actual apology yet." Ei replied calmly.

You didn't know how to react still, all of this rushed in your face like it was a surge of energy. You seemed calm and measured, but looking at how your ex-boyfriend was being handled by his mother yet again, watching him struggle with the prospect of even apologizing to you, knowing that you hardly deserved one yourself...it was hard. Too much to deal with right now.

Your heart tightened, eyebrows furrowing as you avoided eye contact with Kuni as well. "...This seems like a waste of time. Get home safely." You said, the emotional storm raging moments before in your mind was rid of promptly, more stoic and irritable with your speech. You turned around, shutting the door quickly behind you, cutting through that moment with air taut like a wire.

To what you thought was normal, infuriated him. Kuni's teeth grinded together, his eyes darkening in annoyance. The way you said that so casually, like you just washed your hands for ten seconds of the entire ordeal and left it. Like you were already miles away from him, digging under his skin tauntingly. You got the last word in, watching him be humiliated under the guise that you deserved that forgiveness.

He couldn't stand it. Being dragged here, forced to grovel, after he had swallowed his own dignity while it tasted raw and bitter in his throat. Spitting out an apology to you...one you hardly had any business responding to. You dismissed him, as if none of what he did matter. As if he didn't matter. It was gnawing at his core, left sweltering in his mess.

His movements were stiff and jerky as he followed the two women to the car, silently fuming. You were not going to take control of what he thought he was warranted.

It was surreal to think that the remains of your brother were in your hands rather than his own arms encompassing you. In those warm, now unfamiliar feeling hugs he gave you.

The day had been spent finalizing the plans for Kazuha's funeral. The weight of your heartache overwhelmed you a lot, especially when Kuni and his family stopped by. The bakery had closed for the day, and your employees, more like family than staff, had insisted on joining you as moral support. You didn't feel comfortable with their continuous acts of kindness towards you, but you accepted anyway. Who were you to deny any more help, anyway?

It was a private funeral, bringing you strange comfort barely anyone except other family members and distant friends knew about it. Their faces softening the edges of your overall sorrow.

You sat in front of the altar with tired eyes, rubbing them to rid of your tears and to ebb the exhaustion. Your hands shook as they rested on the smooth, cold surface of the urn that held his ashes. It wasn't real to you, the only one after your mother's death who was always able to help you live in quiet grace, had been reduced to this. You lived yet again in your sorrow, except extra this time.

With no energy left to think about anything else, the details crafted with care in Kazuha's funeral spoke wonders. The cherry blossoms arranged, incense burning softly, candles delicately flaring. There was nothing left to distract you from the possibility that he was gone.

The filling air of sandalwood neighboring the air while the incense curled smoke into the room. White lilies around a large photograph of Kazuha that you had to retrieve from your mothers room. No longer dusty, but the sanctity of the promise that you kept to Kazuha disappearing as well. You didn't even want to look at it, feeling the sense of betrayal rotten your heart with guilt. He was in the peak of his youth, eyes bright with the amicable, ethereal tranquility of his beaming face. A smile so gentle and sincere, haunting you forever. You never saw the photo before this, and now that you have, it'll follow you like a ghost.

Your flood gates cracked and spurted out, until your tears began to pour out uncontrollably again. Sobs raw and aching as your entire body wracked, echoing through the mildly quiet room. Your body was heavy to you, every bone in your body converting to stone, with a misery so sagacious that you weren't sure if you were stuck there for the next few minutes or hours.

Weeping like a baby, allowing your tears to drip onto your clothes, the memories you could never share with him again, for the future planned that would never come to pass. He died in the past, the reassurance he left you with when you were just breaking up with your ex-boyfriend and you were shattered once again. But not like this, not like how you wept for the moments you had taken for granted with your family. For the times you assumed you would have more time.

Xingqiu, Chongyun, Bennett, Beidou, and Gaming stayed there beside you, presence warm but quiet as they ruminated in the sorrow themself. One by one, they knelt beside you and bowed their heads in respect to the memory of Kazuha, a quiet prayer escaping their lips every now and then that you could hear.

"It's okay," Beidou softly whispered, rubbing your back. "It's okay to take your time. There's nothing wrong with taking a break, kid. Feel out your emotions."

"To you." You choked out, tone exerting a little snappy.

As Beidou's eyebrows raised, your gaze sharpened as you stared at the photo again. This time, a glint of hopelessness and null in your expression.

"I genuinely hope that none of you ever have to feel what it's like to come home, and be crushed by your own dejection. To feel like there's a giant anchor pressing down on your chest, every single second. Pummeling you from the inside out, stripping you down until you're weaker and weaker." Your voice trembled, leaving the rest of them quiet again. "I don't have the luxury to feel out my emotions, or I crumble again. I'm so tired of crumbling."

The following days, the bakery remained open after the funeral. You didn't give yourself time to exactly take a long break. It should have been expected of you, or forced, but the rest of the employees figured it would a better idea to let you do what you need to do to cope with it.

The bakery was dimly lit, with the television in the corner of the room playing Balladeer and the Cult's new music video for the fourth time today. The entire staff were quiet other than the frequent chatter, and the soft clinking of dishes as the workers cleaned up for the night. It was the kind of silence that would tell tales of wonders involving your situation. You were in the back, wrapping everything up and making sure you wrote what needed to be stocked for the morning.

"I like when they do that fun lyrical thing that starts with 'I had my pants on my head like a hat', and ends with...'the police department's refusal to comply in a timely manner with open records request is a middle finger to the marginalized'. You know what I'm saying?" Gaming rambled.

"No clue." Xingqiu said dully.

"They have to make the feds give up early on the song, so they turn it off before they get to the part that calls it out." Chongyun grinned.

"It's like when you steal sandwich bags from the burger shop across the street, and you think the sandwich bags have shit in it, right? No. The entire layout to a compartment of different type of bombs located in Natlan."

"Why are you stealing sandwich bags from them? I'm telling." Xingqiu's eyes narrowed. "Snitching to the court."

"You do that, and I'm not letting you use my Dreamcast anymore. I'm tired of you ratting me out." Gaming scrunched his face up before walking to the back to clean the kitchen with Beidou.

The atmosphere was considerably lax, but there was always a shade of apprehension all of them shared with your newfound attitude. You forced yourself to focus on closing, the others trying to keep a bright side about them. You could only target yourself to think about Kazuha, the pain of absence. Knowing that when you go home, he'll be there, but not as a physical body.

The sound of the front slamming open jarred everybody who heard it, the small bell above the door rattling aggressively against its frame. Chongyun stiffened at the abrupt sound, it being cut short as they all turned toward the person who walked in. The boy's jaw dropped, blinking twice to make sure if who he's seeing wasn't the guy who was just on TV.

"Uh—" He wanted to keep his wits about him and start spilling fan-made excitement, but he was too floored to even do that. "We're...about to close, sir!"

"Not here for bread, or whatever the fuck you guys have. Fetch (Y/N)."

Xingqiu's eyebrows furrowed. "They're...not here right now. If you want to talk to them, come back tomorrow, we'll be open for a while."

"Oh, are they not? Crazy, considering I see their car behind the lot. I checked, don't think I'm one of your little customers." Kuni cut him off, voice dripping with venom as he sized the workers up. "I'm not in the mood. Either go get them now, or I'll run through all of you."

Chongyun hesitated, awkwardly turning his body towards Xingqiu who shrugged in response. He headed towards the back to relay the information, while you were still working. When he reached you, his voice went quiet while he told you what was going on, almost apologetic. Your blood ran cold.

There was an anger that swelled in your chest, hands squeezing into fists. Without a word, you stormed out quickly, expression set with burning fury. The sight of him again, this time in casual clothing and a neutral demeanor, your vision blurred with rage and small guilt. "Why are you here?!" Your voice shook with rage, your voice could barely raise at him. "Haven't you done enough?"

"Have I done enough? Understand this, you bitch," He immediately started coming closer to you. "You're not off the hook for what you did. You may be used to people forgiving you instantly after batting your eyelashes and giggling like fucking Minnie Mouse, but I'm not the one.

"Okay? Then, what do you want from me?!" You grit your teeth. "You say all this, and then have a hard time not being vague. What is it?! Tell me!"

"Coddled your entire life, skipping out on your responsibilities because things got a little hard," He took a step closer, which lead for you to open the distance again. Except this time, his hand swiped the entire row of glasses that were on display down on the wooden floor with a loud crash. Your eyes widened. "Now you get to stay here, complacent in my misery, just because you think you deserve it? I'll take all this shit away from you."

His anger marinated long enough, it bubbled to the surface like a volcano ready to erupt. His chest was tight looking at you, suffocating in his grip of emotions he buried deep for too long. Enough was enough, he felt sick with the flour and sugar clinging to every surrounding. Everything was quiet to him here, too perfect. And for him, wrong.

A sneer warped his lips, and there were more crashes. The noise cut through the bakery, the workers flinching, but you couldn't even move. Beidou immediately ran to the front, her face twisted into rage. "Get the fuck out, now! You have no business being in here."

She was about to rush over to kick him out, but you shook your head, subduing her form from going closer. "You're not mad because of me, get your facts straight before you start talking to me like that."

His chest heaved at that, and he could only laugh. The sound of his ragged breaths became aggressive, grabbing at dishes and sending them all careening across the floor with a brutal snap of his wrist. "All of this shit," Another one, the sound harsh against the floor. "ALL OF IT, I want all the good things to fucking rot for the part you played in ruining the good things we had."

Your heart pounded in your ears in moderate fear, louder than the crashes and the gasps coming from the rest of your workers. You felt yourself become suffocated, like there was thick smoke restricting you. Everything felt too tight, your skin and the walls of the bakery itself. He kept shattering your things, breaking every single item that came across his path. There were crimson cuts on his hand, the bleeding on his hands and the glass embedded on his skin making you flinch. He welcomed it.

"Deluding yourself with all of this! You're fucking delusional!" He screamed in your face, "Why can't you wake up and take fucking charge of your own destiny, rather than following a dream you made up because you don't want to be reminded that HE'S FUCKING DEAD. WHERE ARE YOU?"

You could only laugh at him, feeling your cheeks burn from how flustered you were. "Get out." Your voice was dangerously low, trembling as you barely controlled your fury. Those words poisoned you, and tears immediately started rolling down your face, lip quivering.

Kuni just stood there, taking in your words as his breath labored, chest heaving up and down, eyes scanning you in disbelief. But you couldn't stand to see him anymore, because you knew what he was saying about you was true. You grabbed your own glass from the counter and hurled it at him, "Get out," smash, "GET out," smash, "GET THE FUCK OUT."

You grabbed another, and another, before entirely ridding of the glass pieces and started throwing chairs at him for him to swiftly dodge. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably, feeling humiliated that you were losing your mind in front of your employees, but you could not do this anymore. "You didn't want to see me anymore, right?! You've got it. Get out! I don't EVER want to see you again."

"So he is dead?" He taunted, voice lower as he started laughing too, his throat hardly making out the sound while it only came out choked as well, too stunned to care. "How's that fantasy working out for you now? At least persistence is a great substitute for actual talent."

Your knuckled connected with his jaw as soon as he leaned in closer, and you fucked him up hard. Sound coming off as a dull thud, followed by a grunt coming from Kuni's throat. You got him in between his lips and the center of his nostrils, causing the crimson blood to sputter immediately once he stepped back. He held onto his nose, instinctively going for his face while his liquid red stained exterior dripped.

The bruise was already beginning to form where your punch had landed. He hadn't expected you to fight back, but something flickered in his eyes. Something that wasn't rage this time, but delightfulness? You stood there, panting, your own hand now pained from how hard the clash was. "Leave," Your voice cracked. "Leave...before I do something worse."

It was obviously a serious reaction, he realized it by the time you were screaming at him. So as the adrenaline dissipated, the power of everything hit him all at once, and he narrowed in on your tear-filled gaze with incredulous relief.

"Welcome back." His pride fought him again to say anything else, so he wiped the blood on his lip, and turned on his heel to leave.

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "incident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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[schoenpepper]

How about for our early xmas gift, you give us a version where Yuu comes back to twst again🙂

(You broke my heart po💔)

Maybe This Time

Intro: Everything changed after you left. But maybe he still stayed the same.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, jade is veryy bad, kinda yandere ish

A/N: Counted as a sequel to this, though you can probably read it as a standalone. Sige na nga anonnie merry xmas happy new year nlng sayo haha. Maybe this tiiiime it'll be lovin' they'll find—*gets shot*

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Jade forgets what it's like to live.

The day you left, all color drained from the world he resides in. Rather, your absence pushed him from being an active participant into one that only watches.

Still, it only takes him a day to get back to work.

"You can take a longer break."

He waves off Azul with such a well-practiced smile even he might believe it. "I don't need a break. What is it for, even? There's no use reminiscing over such boring things."

Boring.

Boring boring boring.

The word makes him livid. It makes him seethe with a burning, passionate anger he was unaware was even stored within him. Maybe that's why you left. Maybe Jade failed to excite you. He and his brother are people that stay because of interest, so perhaps the reason you left was because Jade could no longer interest you. Is that it?

Why else?

Why else would you shatter him the first chance that you get?

It takes him one week to forget.

Not you. Sevens know he'll never forget you. You were a whirlwind that crashed through everything he knew and smashed him to smithereens. It takes him a week to forget that he's still hiding his pain.

He forgets he's in pain.

You're a rotting, festering wound that he's buried under layers of pretend. He's such a good actor even Floyd is—

"Stop cryin'."

Well. Maybe not Floyd. Jade raises a hand to his cheek and finds no tears. "You weren't crying. But I made you look, right?" Floyd grins, "Hurry and pack. Maybe nonna can help you get over shrimpy. She's real good at life advice~"

He's sure life advice won't help, but it wouldn't hurt (any more) to try.

The waters of the Coral Sea are frigid. It doesn't numb him enough when he's so used to it, but it's alright. He's fine, anyway. There's no more regret. No more bitter hatred. Only the familiar salt of the ocean water. His parents mean well when they fret over him, asking his twin brother for details. His grandmother is worriedly chattering over his shoulder, and he's made aware that he's unable to fool them this time. He's good at pretending. His family couldn't pick out his faux smiles when he's entangled in mischief, nor could they identify the mock innocence he likes to act out when he gets into fights with other mer. But now, why now? Why are they able to press their hand on that beating, dead thing in his chest and attempt to comfort it when the only thing it wants to do is wallow and wither in nothingness?

They couldn't tell when he was pretending to be good.

But they can tell that he's pretending to be okay.

It doesn't make sense.

It takes one month for everything to fall back in routine. Sleeping potions and pills and spells aid in nights when he's preoccupied with memories of a person he wished never existed at all.

His grades are higher than they'd ever been, and he's so ridiculously productive. It's all on track. Everything is just as it was before you. There was a time in his life before you. He can fill in the empty spot you'd left behind with dirt and the pieces of himself you'd killed that fateful day.

And thus, there will be a time after you.

"Jade," Azul hands him a familiar plush toy, "Floyd told me to give this back to you."

The felt shrimp plushie is mocking him; there is no other explanation. It's one half of a pair, actually. In some dingy arcade in town was a claw machine filled with small mushroom, shrimp, egg, onion, and garlic plushies. The owner called the machine "shrimp fried crane game". You were the one to win one mushroom plushie you kept for yourself, and you gave him the shrimp.

The mushroom was in your suitcase.

In his rampage (he wouldn't call it that, really), he had destroyed everything that reminded him of you that same night, or rather, early morning. He watched polaroids and love letters burn inside a metal dumpster he'd hauled from school grounds. The shrimp wasn't part of the bonfire.

It seems Floyd had snuck it away.

He inspects the toy with his usual smile, tight-lipped and close-eyed, nodding at Azul. He wants it out of his sight for a long, long time. If it could feel as forgotten as he felt, let those feelings be transferred to you. He wishes you pain and agony and guilt and regret.

It takes one year for him to let out a genuine chuckle.

His twin brother stares at him like he'd grown a second head, and Jade is aware it's unusual. Even though the joke he'd laughed at was so inane, the fact of the matter was that he laughed, which in itself is so strange. Perhaps this is a good thing. No, it can only be a good thing. What is it if not a sign that he's healing?

And soon, he won't remember you at all.

And you will cease to exist in his mind.

But it's not meant to happen today.

No, with that little laugh, grief like several tonnes of cement hit him right where it hurts the most; it's heavy, and debilitating, and it makes it nigh impossible for him to even breathe.

(Because you were the air he once consumed, and neither humans nor mer are made for such long term suffocation.)

"I've never seen you laugh before," the young man in front of him smiles with thick, syrupy lovesickness, "it suits you."

The person is an underclassman who'd been following him around recently. Like a poor mockup of your silhouette, he hears the same promises you couldn't keep from the mouth of another. It irks him more than he'd like to admit, because if he does, then it means admitting that he still remembers you. It means he still holds you up in his altar and lights flames in your name.

He does not.

Whoever says otherwise, whether it be Floyd or Azul, or Silver or Riddle; they all lie.

He only remembers you in anger. In bouts of madness that makes him question your existence, it is then that your name leaves his lips.

It takes one decade.

For what?

For forgiveness? For the hate to fade?

On his 27th birthday, his phone rings with a number he's long since engraved in his heart.

Jade forgot how to live in your absence.

In the decade you'd left, he only existed. It is a passive state of consistent routine that allows him to appear normal to his peers. Still, his closest people know he was left incomplete. He became a creature without a sense of purpose, and it was a sad thing. How pitiful it was for a predator to be reduced to a vessel containing shards of a broken heart.

Still, it is your name that he finds. It is your number.

A number from a phone kept in some dark corner of NRC's storage room. It's likely a student who decided to scroll through your contacts and found his contact name amusing. You did have quite the strange penchant for putting strange names in your contact list.

He answers the call in a moment of boredom.

There is nothing interesting to do in a business party.

"Hello? Jade?"

He stops. There is nothing in this world or yours that could erase each and every memory he's ever made with you. The voice is one he's heard often and dreams and even more in nightmares; it has replaced the voice of his dead conscience and pushed him to a meaningless drifting existence instead of finding thrill in things you would despise him for.

It's been a decade and instead of forgetting you, he didn't know when he melded you into his bones and stitched you into the fabric of his soul, but he knows you more than he knows himself.

"I'm back."

There is no more bitter hatred. There is no more regret.

"Can you pick me up?"

In one moment, it all dissipates into nothingness and there is only you.

Jade remembers how to breathe again. He feels that withered thing in his chest beat once more, and he feels alive.

It takes one decade for you to return.

And he didn't know he was waiting for you, but then, what could every second without you have meant if not just an endless eternity of patiently waiting?

"Did you see my message?"

"I did."

"Are you not afraid I'll make good on my promise?"

"I've never been afraid of you."

Yet, perhaps you should be. He may no longer despise you with every fiber of his being, but you'd betrayed him and lost his trust. There will be no more second chances. You will stay unlike before, and if he must break every mirror in the world to ensure his heart remains beating, then it will be all too easy.

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[horatiocomehome]

Hi my dream last night did something to me so here's a word dump I wrote immediately after waking up so I could get catharsis.

What if... instead of looping, Siffrin just came back to life?

~~~

You should've known it was too easy. No traps, only weak sadnesses, keys in relatively obvious places. It was so easy to get through the first floor.

But now there's a large sadness, and you've taken one hit too many.

As you fall to the ground you see your party close ranks in front of you. To protect you.

You see Bonnie, running up, with a crafted water.

Your vision is going dark.

There's a flicker, above Bonnie. It's…

The sadness it's arm above Bonnie it's attacking.

You tackle Bonnie. Something slams into your back.

You can't move anything except twitch your fingers you ca n't look up just at the floor

Bonnie's boots are there someone is screaming

You aren't g oing to make it.

You wanted more time w ith them you want to live you want t o stay with them you want to stay with them YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE YOU W ANT T O S T A Y W I T H TH

GAME OVER > continue > quit

You wake up from a deep sleep. You had a bad dream last night.

Someone's pulled the sheets up over your head. You toss them off.

Oh.

You aren't in your bed. You're back in your dream.

This is where you died.

It's quiet, now. No sadness. No party.

You look to the side, at the sheets you tossed off that weren't really sheets but your cloak, neatly draped over you where you were stretched out. Like a corpse.

Did you really die? But you're back here, so you couldn't have, right?

Maybe they gave you crafted water and it only just kicked in? But then where's the rest of your party?

There's a sickening certainty setting in to your gut.

You died, didn't you. And somehow you're back.

Your party left without you.

Good. They still need to kill the king.

Maybe… you can still catch up. You need to find them. You're okay! They'll be so happy to see you!

You stagger to your feet. You're a little light-headed, dizzy for a moment, then it passes. You put back on your cloak, grab your hat where it sits (right above where your head used to lie) and put it back on. Onwards you go.

There aren't any sadnesses, as you walk through the halls. Did they manage to defeat them all without you? Or was there some kind of reprieve after that large sadness?

You hope they got a bit of rest.

As you turn the corner, you see an open doorway, hear quiet voices coming through.

You don't know why you pause.

"—if we can't bring him with us, can't we bring him here at least?" you hear Mirabelle whisper, with a desperation that turns your stomach.

"I'm with Mira." Isa's voice is louder but still technically a whisper. He sounds so serious. "What if more sadnesses come? What if—"

You realize they're talking about your body. A shiver goes down your back.

"No." Odile's voice is steel in a way that makes you flinch. "We need to keep moving. We can't go back for them, or bring them with us. And sadnesses are just as likely to come here as that other room."

"BUT—" Mirabelle starts to protest.

You stop listening and force yourself to start moving forward. They don't have to fight! You're right here! You—

You freeze again as Bonnie walks through the doorway. They hug the wall as soon as they make it through the doorway, shooting a glance back over their shoulder before looking back down at the ground.

"Jus' need to make it to Dormont," they whisper so quiet you can barely hear. "I can do that. Just make it to Dormont. They'll all be fine."

They're sniffling as they shuffle along the wall towards you. Still not looking.

"I can make it back to Dormont. Then they won't worry about me and I won't hold them back like a crabbing baby and they'll be just fine and I'll freeze with all the other little kids and wait for them to—"

"Bonbon?" You ask.

They freeze, and turn towards you. Their eyes are dark and puffy.

When they lock eyes with you there's a beat and then they scream, terrified.

There's yelling from the other room. You ignore it. Your stomach is dropping like it's made of lead and you drop to your knees, stretching your arms wide. "Bonnie, no! See, look, I'm okay! I'm alright!"

They take a step back. "F-frin? Yyyou… died?"

"I got better!"

Bonnie tackles you into a hug and you don't have time to flinch as you fall back onto the tile floor, so you just wrap your arms around them. Over their head you see your other companions burst through the door, weapons at the ready.

"I HATE YOU," Bonnie is scream sobbing into your chest. "I HATE YOU I THOUHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU'RE A CRABBING IDIOT I HATE YOU."

Your heart twists but they're still holding you so tight, so you keep hugging them back. Your companions lower their weapons looking like they've seen a ghost.

Maybe they have.

You don't have time to think about it because then they're rushing in to hug you too, the warmth of their bodies pressing into yours, their tears dripping onto you—and you're crying as well, and even Odile, who hung back, has a glint on her cheek.

"I'm back," you say. Bonnie is still sobbing into your chest, but they've stopped yelling at you. "I'm alive. We're all going to be okay."

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

You are not poison here (and you never really were)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.6k

genre: fluff, comfort for the hurt

warnings: slytherin reader, quidditch player reader, bestie peter is back, good feels all around

a/n: the promised happy ending of Is there hope in us, still? (is there something worth believing in?)

You're already in the Great Hall when they come down for breakfast, Peter chatting animatedly with them while Sirius sulks behind, his hands shoved in his pockets. James and Remus don't have to think about slowing their pace to match his - it's second nature, at this point, to be so in sync.

James stutters to a stop in the entryway though, Peter slamming into him and making some quip about James needing to turn his break lights on if he's going to keep doing that. James isn't really listening to him, though, his eyes trained on where you're sitting at the Slytherin table, shoving Evan Rosier lovingly while he laughs.

"Oh," Peter says when he follows James's gaze. "That's nice, isn't it?" Remus smiles and bumps his shoulder against Pete's. Even Sirius looks towards you, leaning slightly as if he's being pulled in your direction. James puts his hand on Sirius's shoulder gently, slowly, walking with him to the Gryffindor table.

"Maybe they'll come and join us, yea?" He says gently, but he recognizes the long-suffering look in Sirius's eyes. You're getting better. You're getting better but it's not with them. It's not with him. Maybe the only thing you needed was to be somewhere he's not.

Sirius, thankfully, doesn't get much further than that, his spiralling making his legs heavy as he sits down with the others, Peter on his left while James and Remus sit across from them. Peter slides a plate towards him and Sirius wishes desperately that he was a better person.

You're standing up from your table as they sit down, though, clapping Evan on the back as you leave. Sirius finds himself holding his breath as you slide into the seat next to him, ruffling Peter's hair on your way past and letting a small smile grace your lips as he grumbles and smoothes through the mussed strands with his fingers. Sirius thinks maybe if he doesn't move, maybe if he doesn't breathe, you won't notice him - won't notice the damage he does to himself and others, the poison that leaches from him and spills out.

But you just smile at him, a tentative, unpracticed sort of thing, and he exhales deeply and lets his shoulders drop while you turn to greet the others as well. Your leg brushes Sirius's under the table and someone cracks a joke he half hears and he thinks maybe there's something other than venom running through his veins - maybe there has to be for him to have something as good as this.

"Rosie thinks he and I should get some extra practice in before the first game of the season - you know, just to make sure we beat Gryffindor again." Your voice doesn't have quite it's usual haughty, teasing lilt, but getting closer, and James lets out an unflattering sound of betrayal at your words.

"Again?" He says indignantly. "We've beat you lot our fair share of times, alright? And besides, you two cheat." He says it loudly enough that your fellow beater can hear from the Slytherin table, Evan turning to glare at James while you huff out an almost laugh. The sound is enough to make them all soften, Remus smiling at you gently as Sirius stares. Maybe, he thinks, there is hope in me after all.

The steps are slow, after that, but they are steps nonetheless. Another small smile, another quiet laugh - another bit of weight lifted off James's lungs, another whisper of insecurity silenced in Remus's mind. The two of them are lounging in the common room, Remus trying desperately to finish his essay while James talks about god knows what, when you and Sirius come in. He's got a scowl on his face, stomping across the floor as you clamber in after him, talking desperately. 

"You are so wrong about this, Sirius," you say breathlessly, willing yourself to keep up with his long strides as he marches up the stairs to his dorm. "This is a bad idea - You know it is. No, don't look at me like that, just listen -"

The sound trails off as you disappear up the winding staircase and James, now silent, looks at Remus with a pout. Remus just smiles quietly in response - they both know what this is about. 

Sirius comes back downstairs with his arms full of records, thumping the stack down on one of the common room tables and sorting through them. You stand opposite him, arms crossed and nose turned up.

"This party is going to suck because you have horrible taste in music -" Sirius makes a wounded sport of noise at your accusation and places a hand over his heart.

"Horrible taste? That's not what you said when we were in Moony's bed the other -"

"Alright!" You announce. Remus has looked up at the two of you with mild amusement and James doesn't even attempt to hide his laugh. "Not always. But this time, you do - this time, it's music for the first Gryffindor party of the new school year. Is this what you want everyone to remember from it?" You pick up a record, making a bemused face that they all know is just for show. "Your weird music?"

"Snakes don't get opinions on Gryffindor parties, doll," he says as he snatches it back from you. "And just because you insist on playing the Bee Gees at every Slytherin party doesn't mean we have to follow suit."

"Do not say anything about the Bee Gees. I swear to god, I'll…" You watch him sort another record into the yes pile and your mouth drops open. "Anyway, we're together. Your reputation is my reputation. James faceplanted off his broom last week and people have been doubting my quidditch skills ever since."

"Not to mention doubting our taste in partners after seeing it," Remus adds. You smile triumphantly as James slides off the couch and onto the floor dramatically, burying his face into a pillow. Your joy is interrupted, however, by Sirius apparently being finished with his sorting, hauling the no pile into his arms and moving to bring them back upstairs. You make an indignant, panicked noise as you snatch a record off the table and chase after, him, stepping over James so that you can clamber over the back of the couch.

"No, I'm serious -"

"No, I am." Sirius doesn't break stride as he begins up the staircase again.

"I'm just saying - Waterloo? Really? Because Angel Eyes is such a good song and it's obviously better and - what? Don't look at me like that. I mean, if you're going to play ABBA, you might as well play a good one and -" Your voice trails off up the stairs again while James peaks out from under his pillow.

"Come back up here, love." Remus pats the space next to him on the couch, his eyes still focused on his essay. James spends a great deal of time grumbling and whining about the humiliation of it all, insisting that his fall in that quidditch game wasn't even that bad. By the time he's climbing into his lap, disrupting Remus from his studying as he plants himself firmly in the boy's field of vision, you and Sirius are coming back downstairs.

You sit on the other end of the couch, your pout prominent as Sirius dips down to press a kiss to your cheek, one hand raking through his now disheveled hair.

"You forgot to fix your tie after," James says cheerily, his face smushed against Remus's neck.

"You're one to talk," you grumble, reaching up to fix your tie, nonetheless. You don't get very far, though, as Sirius plants himself next to you, rearranging you so that your legs are thrown over his lap before he bats your hands away. 

"We're all finished with classes for the day, lovely, you might as well take it off," he says as he loosens your tie until the knot comes undone, throwing it over one of his shoulders, instead. His one tie is nowhere to be found, the collar of his shirt hanging comfortably with the first two buttons popped open.

"Careful, Sirius." You poke at his cheek and he snaps his teeth at your finger playfully. "Someone might think you're in the wrong house if you go around with those colours on display. They might get the wrong idea about you."

"Well," he sighs, throwing his arm across the back of the couch so that he can smooth a hand over Remus's hair before settling his fingers at the base of his neck. "Your reputation is my reputation, pretty thing. It's probably a little too late to worry about people thinking the wrong things."

He grins as he says it, a pretty sort of look flashing across his face that has you leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek before you let your forehead rest against his shoulder. He smooths the hand that isn't preoccupied with Remus's hair down your back and James reaches forward to trace idle shapes over Sirius's thigh.

There's a silence that overtakes you all then, a comfort that blankets you as you quiet down. Remus, his hand rubbing up and down James's back as he leans his head into Sirius's touch - his hands helping, his soul healing. James, pressed as much as he can against the people he loves - the desperation to make it all right quelled by the love that sits so prominently in his chest.

And then there's Sirius, safe and whole and pressing a kiss to your forehead while you relax against him. There's a peace that overtakes the two of you, something kind and gentle that feels a lot like hope. A stability feels a lot like love.

[uraharasfavoriteexperiment]

~ | short leash

[ pairing ] roommate!byakuya kuchiki x streamer!male reader [ genres ] smut. js filthy smut. [ cw ] kissing (more like making out), really heavy cursing, finger fucking, rough sex, light choking, breeding, praising, body worship, pet names (love, prince, doll, doll face, baby, kitten), short!reader [ author's notes ] cloud ten is a thing now. make cloud ten a thing. oh also there's a mention that you're grimmjow's brother + a grimmichi mention. [ words ] 2665 (how did this take so long.) please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

"m/n-"

you hear a familiar voice from across your flat. you grin, practically bouncing in your gaming chair out of sheer excitement.

"hey guys, i gotta go~" you say, giving your live chat the cute puppy pout you were known for.

"whaaat nooo!!" came a stream of incredibly pouty protests from some of your regulars, "whyyy"

you smile, pouting again. "my boyfriend is home!" you say, hoping they'll come to understand.

"oooh ok then go! go go go, go be with ur big handsome hunk~"

your brightly colored, coral-blue eyebrows disappear into your equal-parts brightly colored, coral-blue hair.

"elaborate." you demand, your voice cool, low and almost indistinguishable from your boyfriend's.

"oh gulp ok um- well he snuck on ur cam a couple streams back and i- 😳 that man is. is very hot. um. yeah."

you grin proudly, blushing lightly and nodding furiously.

"yeah, he is hot. he's really hot, i love him." you admit happily, looking over at your office door impatiently. your grin widens when byakuya walks in, and you squeal happily, looking back at your camera.

"alright guys, i'm gonna head out for the night, the man of the house is home and i gotta help him decompress from work." you say, faking a sad pout and dragging the pad of your pointer finger down your cheek to simulate a tear of sadness.

"i might get on tomorrow, but maybe not~ byyyye!" you smile and wave, flashing your happiest grin to your chat. you click the "End Stream" button and turn off your camera, spinning around in your chair and running into byakuya's arms. he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his nose in your hair. he inhales a deep breath of your comforting scent, letting his eyes close and squeezing you possessively.

"you've washed your hair." he observes quietly. you look up at him, confused.

"how'd you know?!" you ask, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy. his soft, tired smile becomes slightly more mysterious. you squint at him suspiciously.

"byakuyaaaa..." you say, "tell me."

"nope." he responds. you growl. byakuya goes completely, utterly, and defiantly silent in response.

you growl again, much more furiously this time, and without warning you give him the furious-pout-puppy-eyes combo...

and his demeanor crumbles.

"whenever you wash your hair it becomes shinier and more fluffy, and it starts to shine blue." he admits, his face turning a light, rosy pink. you smile shyly, your heart swelling with intense amounts of affection that you couldn't dream of explaining in words.

"you're so damn cute, 'kuya..." you say, pouting again, "makes me wanna ruin you."

byakuya's eyes darken and his aura changes from tired to something more threatening. his hands slide down your back and squeeze your waist, pulling you further up against him. he leans in, and his face is suddenly less than half an inch from yours. your heart skips a beat.

"you ruined me a long time ago, m/n..." he says in a near-whisper, "and besides... it's not gonna be you who takes control tonight."

you grin, leaning in and closing the distance, letting byakuya pick you up by your thighs. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you effortlessly toward the plush, satin couch you had in your office, dropping you carefully into the cushions and quickly yanking off his shirt, not even bothering to move his hair back out of his face.

he needed you too much, and byakuya was an incredibly impatient man.

he pretty much falls on top of you, immediately burying his face in your neck and latching onto your throat hungrily. you moan at the sudden (and quite aggressive) contact, and your hands stray of their own accord up into his hair. your fingers tangle into his long, dark locks, and you pull his hair a little without noticing, eliciting a ravenous growl from the back of byakuya's throat. he bites harder on your flesh, leaving a bright purple mark on your throat.

byakuya pulls away without any warning, making you whine in furious protest. he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, kissing you roughly. he keeps the kiss heated but continues to tease you, waiting. then, when you moan needily into his mouth, he takes the chance he's been waiting for, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan again, but this time the sound is a little more highly pitched.

"'kuya, c'monn..." you whine, "quit teasin' me, quit bein' a meanie~"

byakuya grins, shoving his tongue down your throat again. he growls, the immense pent up horn evident in his voice as he slips down your body like a snake, leaving little kisses and loving nibbles on your neck and collar bones. he continues this way for a few seconds, then his hands slide up underneath your shirt to grip your waist.

"take it off, kitten." he demands quietly, "now." you nod quickly, gently pushing him off of you and sitting up. you bend over and pull your shirt off as quick as you can, tossing it onto the floor and impatiently pulling byakuya back down with you, smashing your lips onto his. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sliding his rams around your waist again, growling possessively.

"you're on a short leash tonight, you know." he says, breaking the kiss and looking you right in the eyes, ignoring the whiny protest you give. you look up at him, confusion clear in your face.

"what do you mean, 'kuya?" you ask, "what'd i do?"

"you made me go to that fucking meeting, m/n." he says as though this should have been obvious, "kurosaki and your brother are beyond insufferable, they never stop fighting. they're worse than you and renji."

you groan, rolling your eyes and squirming aggressively underneath byakuya's weight, pouting furiously at him.

"how's it my fault that blueberry and strawberry can't keep their hands to themselves?!"

"because i said so."

you pout in an unnamed emotion miles past fury.

"not fair."

"i'll make it up to you later." byakuya says quietly, latching onto your throat again with no warning. but this time he includes something else in his torturous ministrations- something a little more kinky.

one hand slips sneakily up your body, and he pokes your bottom lip with two fingers, looking at you expectantly. you grin, giving him what he demands. your tongue comes out and you take his two fingers into your mouth happily, moaning, whining and whimpering around them while he bites and sucks on your neck and throat, leaving the prettiest, purplest hickeys he can make all over your supple, irresistible skin.

byakuya lets you suck on his fingers for a while- about five minutes, before willing (more like forcing) himself away from your throat. he gently pulls his now-soaked fingers out of your mouth, grinning when he sees the shiny string of saliva that connects your swollen, pink lips to his fingers. he takes his weight off you, sits back and looks at you, and you don't even need to be told. you nod, quickly sitting up and kicking off your pants and boxers, pulling him down into another kiss.

while byakuya kisses you, he pulls you close to him by your waist- and now is when you notice that he, like you, is completely naked. he bends over you and touches his forehead to yours as he carefully presses his two fingers into your entrance, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly guides you into the moment, not wanting to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

"you're doing so well, doll," he whispers lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose. you whine, shifting a little as he starts to move his fingers inside you.

"keep doing well and i'll fuck you dumb, kitten." he promises coolly, grinning when he sees the lewd, hentai-equivalent facial expression you make. your eyes roll up into your head and your face turns red, and a needy, wanton moan escapes your throat.

"oh god, please- 'kuya, please," you whine, "i-i'll be a good boy-"

byakuya interrupts you, kissing you roughly.

"you'll be a good boy anyway, brat," he hisses, "you've misbehaved today, and you need to repent." he grins wickedly, grabbing your chin with the hand he wasn't finger-fucking you with and forcing you to look at him. you shyly make eye contact with him. an invountary whine escapes your lips and you bite your bottom lip, shifting needily underneath him.

"good kitten." he says lowly, his voice dripping with lust.

byakuya then leans down and latches onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth again and his hand tangles into the hair on the back of your neck. he decides to play with you a little, tugging on your hair, adding another digit into your body without warning and continuing to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers.

after about five minutes of torturing you, he pulls his fingers out of you and repositions himself between your legs, grabbing your thighs and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. he gets onto his knees in order to support his weight better, then bends over you and kisses you again...

but this time it's different- softer, more gentle and comforting as he slowly, carefully bullies himself into your hole, eating up every moan and whimper that leaves your lips as he fills you up with his ridiculously sized cock.

"f-fuck..." you whine, "shit, 'kuya, you're huge- mpfh-"

byakuya interrupts you impatiently, smashing his lips onto yours. he shoves his tongue down your throat yet again, choosing to wrap one hand around your throat at the same time and absolutely relishing in the choked gasp that rips from your lightly constricted throat in response.

"quiet, doll face." he commands quietly, and the cold, authoritative tone in his voice makes you obey without question, biting your bottom lip again and going silent. your eyes flutter closed and your face turns lily-pink, and a shaky breath escapes you as he starts to move. he lets go of your throat and grabs your thighs, squeezing and kneading them possessively as he steadily speeds up. within not even two minutes he's effectively railing you, holding you by the hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist as he punishes you for what you've done.

"you're doin' so well, kitten," byakuya coos into your mouth, "takng your punishment so fuckin' well... i'll have to remember to reward you dearly after you've taken your retribution."

your face turns bright red at the unwarranted praise, and your heart starts to race, having finally caught up with your head and realized what was going on inside and around your body.

within another five minutes your moans and whines start to become more desperate and high-pitched, and byakuya's name quickly becomes a common appearance in the short spaces between the lewd sounds you were making. your thighs squeeze his waist tightly and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your nails scratching bright red lines into his back and shoulder blades.

"aagh, fuck- fuck, shit- ah, fuck, byakuya-" you start to ask him to fuck you harder, but then the tip of his cock hits your prostate, making every thought leave your brain and causing your eyes to roll up into your skull.

"oooh fuck, baby, right there-" you growl like a stray dog, hugging byakuya as close to you as you can as your mind slips over the edge and you ascend to cloud ten. byakuya grins, burying his face in your neck and bites down- hard- on the spot right behind your earlobe, making you all but scream out of sheer, blissful pleasure.

"you're so pretty, baby," he whispers into your ear, making you whine needily, "your thighs are so thick and strong... and your waist is so perfectly shaped..."

your hole clenches around byakuya's cock and you moan loudly in response, making him let loose an animalistic growl that sends lustful shivers raging down your spine. his grip on your hips, which you hadn't noticed before, tightens aggressively, and he's sure it'll leave bruises on your skin later on. the idea of that makes byakuya's skin crawl and sends nasty thoughts flaming through his sex-fogged mind, but he keeps the filthy thoughts to himself and continues on the path he's currently on.

"'m g'na breed you, doll face," he hisses into your ear- and the very idea of it made a violent shiver run down your spine. byakuya feels your body shake, feels your insides squeeze around his cock in response, and a ridiculously uncharacteristically wicked grin spreads across his face- a grin so stupid that you could physically feel it against your neck.

byakuya chuckles, biting down on your neck again and sucking on your already-abused skin until yet another violent purple hickey comes to fruition. his hands slide down your sides and he squeezes your ass hard, so hard- plenty more than enough to make you moan again, and then, without any warning whatsoever, byakuya's pace quickens.

he presses one fist into your gut, forcing you to feel the way he's fucking you, making sure you know exactly who's fucking you so good.

so good...

so...

damn-

good.

your chest starts to heave, your lungs wheezing for air, and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like some sort of heavy force. your pretty sounds go silent, as if someone snuck a hand behind your throat and flipped the off switch...

it infuriates byakuya.

he wants to hear your voice. he wants to hear the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth; he wants to hear exactly how blissful he's making you feel. he growls in irritation, pressing one arm against your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard for you to breathe, but not enough to cause you any harm. leans down over you and uses his knees and his free hand to balance his weight, fucking into you faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, fucking you relentlessly through your already-ravaging orgasm.

his own walls crumbled quickly after that moment, and soon he has both arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly enough that you're still having trouble breathing. you're hugging him back just as hard, but with all four limbs- you're back to making your pretty little sounds, but it's mostly whimpers because you're losing stamina and byakuya is slowly suffocating you. byakuya continues to abuse your prostate, growling into your ear a disorganized mixture of possessive, worshipping and filthy comments that makes your head spin.

"h-hurry..." you whimper weakly, nuzzling his ear with your nose to try to egg him closer to his own orgasm...

and it works. byakuya's walls fall to the ground in pieces. he growls like an animal, slowing down drastically, instead choosing to fuck deeper into you as his orgasm finally finds him. he presses his hand into your gut again, applying as much pressure as he can muster up, whispering filthy, disgustingly sweet praises into your ear (mostly concerning your body) as he fills you to the brim.

byakuya releases the pressure on your gut and slowly pulls out, letting his weight fall on top of you, his chest heaving against yours as you both slowly regains conscious control of your minds.

"you did so well, kitten..." he purrs into your ear, his voice softer than usual. "so fucking good."

you smile weakly, a light pink blush dusting your cheeks. you hug him with every drop of strength you've got left, and he hugs you back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"byakuya..." you say quietly.

"yeah, prince?" he responds quietly.

"i love you..." you whisper. byakuya smiles, reaching up with one hand and caressing your cheek with his thumb, dusting your neck, shoulders, collar and chest with light, cloudy kisses.

"i love you too, doll."

© uraharasfavoriteexperiment.

[lucy90712]

Brother’s best friend- Hector Fort

WC: 2.5k

One rule 'no dating my teammates'. 

One rule 'my sister is off limits'.

We each had one rule to follow but of course you always want what you can't have. I didn't mean to break the rule it really wasn't my intention but when Marc took me to one of his training sessions I was drawn to Hector straight away. Not only was he by far the most attractive guy there he was also really sweet to me and maybe a little flirty which only made me want him more. For a while I held back as my brothers words circled round my brain every time I thought about getting to know Hector better but eventually the attraction was too much to ignore it was like we were drawn to each other. 

It started out innocently we would just talk to each other while he had a break in training and I'd hang out with him when Marc invited him over. That innocence didn't last long though as when we finally exchanged numbers, without Marc's knowledge of course, all we did was flirt with each other which led to us arranging a secret date. I was nervous for the date as I want sure if we would have a real connection or if it's just easy for us to flirt with each other but we actually got on really well and there was definitely a connection there. We went on a few more dates before he asked me to be his girlfriend which was a good 6 months ago now. Over those 6 months we have only told a total of 3 people one of them was my best friend as I use going to see her as an excuse to see Hector and the other two are some of Hector and Marc's teammates as they caught us kissing after a game once. Everyone that knows is sworn to secrecy and so far they've kept that up because they know if Marc finds out they knew they'll be in trouble too. 

As much as it's been hard to hide things from Marc it's definitely worth it. Seeing as it's the one rule he set if he finds out he's definitely going to be mad at both me and Hector. He's a great brother but he's definitely over protective but I guess that comes with being my older brother even if it is just by a few minutes. There are times that I worry he'll find out without me even saying anything because he'll sense that I'm lying. They say twins always have a special connection which is definitely true for me and Marc but he's yet to figure out that I'm hiding something from him which is almost unheard of as I've never kept a secret from him for more than a week before. 

Recently it's become harder to hide everything as Hector and I want to spend more time together but that means I have to have more excuses to go out or sleep somewhere else and I can only think of so many. To try and help keep things under wraps Hector has been coming over more as he can hang out with Marc and then secretly break away to spend time with me. That's exactly what's happening today Hector wanted to see me so he made out like he wanted to spend time with my brother so he's coming over and I'll join them so I can be with Hector. 

Time seemed to really drag on but eventually I heard the front door and two voices downstairs which meant they were finally home. As much as I wanted to run down straight I couldn't as that would be weird and Marc would definitely ask questions so I waited a bit before grabbing my water bottle and heading downstairs. Like always my brother ignored my existence but Hector looked over and smiled so I smiled back and even kissed the air as my brother was far too focused on turning on the Xbox. Once I filled my water bottle I sat myself on the sofa next to Hector as there was still space next to him and he helpfully sat closest to the kitchen. 

"Oh hey I didn't know you were home" Marc said finally acknowledging my presence 

"You never do but I had homework to finish so I decided to stay in today and get it done" I said 

"Well you can join us if you want that's if you want to be beaten again" he laughed 

"Maybe I'll beat you this time I've been practicing" I said 

"Since when?" He asked 

"Oh while you're at training I've been practicing" I replied 

That was a lie I've been playing with Hector at his place but luckily I can think quickly and Marc still seems none the wiser. We all played fifa for a while and of course I didn't beat Marc but I definitely did better than I used to so Hector's coaching has really helped me out. I took a break from playing to make dinner for everyone but the boys kept playing after dinner. Eventually it got dark and time went on so Marc suggested that Hector stay over as it was late and they both had training in the morning. Sometimes it's just too easy this is exactly what I was hoping would happen and yet again my brother pulls through in helping me break the one rule he set for me which he does more than he knows. 

I left and got myself ready for bed then all I had to do was wait. My phone kept me entertained until my bedroom door opened slowly to reveal my lovely boyfriend who was trying to be as quiet as possible so that my brother wasn't alerted that he was here. Once he made it past all the squeaky floor boards and to the other side of my bed he hopped in and opened his arms for me. Of course I immediately attached myself to Hector and he wrapped his arms around me as tightly as he could. He peppered kisses all over my face before his lips finally met mine in a passionate kiss which I've been waiting for all day. 

"I've missed you" Hector said kissing me again 

"I've missed you too" I replied 

"You know maybe we should tell Marc we've been together for a while now and I hate not being able to see you as much as I want and having to sneak around is getting harder" I said 

"I would love to not have to hide things but I value my life too much you know he would kill me if he found out that we're together especially for as long as we have been" he said 

"I know but one day we have to say something we can't live like this forever" I pointed out 

"I know but let's leave it a bit longer if he hasn't found out when we've been together for a year we can tell him then" Hector reasoned 

"Fine but until then you better give me lots of love" I laughed 

"Don't you worry I will give you everything I've got to give" he smiled 

Hector and I stayed up longer than we probably should've but we just wanted to make the most of the time together. We had to wake up early too so that Hector could leave my room before Marc wakes up but spending the time together was definitely worth the lack of sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Marc didn't catch me and Hector when he stayed in my room the other night and last night I said I was staying with my best friend but really I spent the night at Hector's. We had a great time he set up candles and cooked dinner so we could have a romantic meal together which was really nice as we never get to do that because we can't go out together. I really enjoyed getting to spend a romantic evening with Hector as we don't get to spend much time together and we never really get to have proper dates unless Marc is away which isn't very often. Hector really stuck to his promise too as he made me feel so loved and definitely gave me everything he's got all night long. 

Sadly he had to leave for training quite early but he let me stay until I needed to leave for school and let me lock up with the spare key he gave me a little while back. As soon as I arrived at school people were giving me weird looks which I thought was odd but sometimes this happens when Marc does something good with the team as people know we are twins. It was only when I got the same look from my friends that I started to consider it was something to do with me that was garnering all this attention. To begin with they wouldn't tell me simply just giggling thinking that I was joking around but I wasn't I had no idea what was so funny.

"Seriously guys what's going on what have I done?" I asked 

"Have you seriously not noticed" one of my friends laughed 

"Noticed what?" I asked getting annoyed 

"The hickeys on your neck I mean they are everywhere and they don't exactly blend in" my best friend finally said 

"Shit I didn't notice I got ready really quickly this morning I didn't really pay any attention" I panicked 

"Is it really that bad?" I then asked 

"It's definitely bad you will want to try and cover them before you see your brother if you don't want him to kill you" another friend said 

"And Hector" my best friend added 

"Wait these are from Hector" one friend said 

"I thought you weren't allowed to date your brother's teammates" another added 

"First off yes Hector we've been dating for a while but we've been keeping it quiet clearly until now and second no I'm not supposed to date any of the boys in the team which is why Marc will kill us both if he finds out" I spiralled 

"Don't worry about it right now you should get home first just put some concealer on and keep it on until the bruises are gone" my best friend said trying to calm me down 

"You're right and remember no one say anything about Hector as you'll be on trial for being involved in our murders ok" I said 

They all promised me and we headed to our first class. In every class I sat with my hand covering my neck as I don't need anyone else wondering who seemingly assaulted my neck and I definitely don't want the teachers seeing. It was a long day with all the looks I was getting the boys teasing me asking who the lucky guy was as usually no one comes near me as they are all scared of Marc. Eventually though the end of the day came and I practically ran home to cover up the bruises which only seemed to get worse throughout the day. 

When I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror I could see what everyone was looking it was bad like really bad. As soon as I get the chance I'm definitely going to kill Hector for this as not only was it embarrassing to look like this at school I now I have to be really careful not to rub off the concealer I'll need on my neck for the next few days. Once I started applying makeup to my neck I realised that not even my best concealer was going to fix this. You could still see the deep purple marks under no matter how much I put on so in the end I just took it all off. I'd rather have Marc see the hickeys as they are than see my attempt to cover them as I know he'll be more suspicious if I'm trying to hide them. The only thing I did was put some cream on that will hopefully help the bruises go away a bit quicker. Seeing as there was nothing I could do I just had to wait to see what would happen when Marc came home. 

The front door opening and closing startled me as I wasn't expecting Marc to be home for another hour but in he came along with Hector. Marc barely walked a few steps in before he stopped and silence filled the room. He looked at me then my neck and I looked at him then at Hector who's jaw might as well have been on the floor he was that shocked looking at what he'd done. Then it happened Marc turned to Hector and saw his expression and suddenly the vibe in the room changed. I watched Marc as his hands balled up into fists and anger filled his eyes. I don't know how but he knew he finally figured it out. 

"Are you serious" Marc broke the silence 

"Have you seriously been fucking my sister behind my back" he pretty much screamed 

"What no why would you think that" Hector said clearly panicked 

"Well my sisters neck looks like a vampire attacked it and you had scratches all down your back this morning so unless this is a huge coincidence there is something going on here" Marc continued to scream 

"Ok fine I'll admit that I did that but it's not just sex I promise" Hector said 

"Yeah we've been together for over 6 months now we aren’t just fuck buddies we are actually together" I added 

"There was one rule for both of you and you broke it and then thought you could hide it from me how long did you plan to keep this a secret forever until you were married" Marc raged 

"I'll admit we should've told you sooner but we both knew we were breaking the rules and didn't want this to happen but I can say with full confidence that I love your sister I really do I would never dream of hurting her she's everything to me so I'm sorry we hid this but we just didn't want to anger you" Hector explained 

"Do you really love her?" Marc asked calming down slightly 

"I do she makes me so happy and I love her a lot" Hector said 

"Do you love him?" Marc asked me 

"Yeah he treats me well and he puts a smile on my face" I said 

"I guess if you two are happy together there's nothing I can do but no kissing in front of me or I will kill you both and if you ever hurt her bro I won't hesitate to beat your ass" Marc threatened 

"Understood" Hector said 

"Thank you for understanding we really are happy together I'm just sorry you had to find out this way" I said hugging Marc then going over to Hector 

Hector smiled at me and held my waist gently which actually put a small smile on Marc's face. I don't think it will be long before he comes to terms with our relationship and lets us be but for now I don't think I want to test that theory. 

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 20

warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex, fingering, praise.

Part 20:

There was silence. Liana wasn't sure how long they stared at each other in silence, but it was too long, and she so desperately wanted to stop looking at him and die a slow death filled with agony, suffering, and embarrassment because that was obviously what awaited her in the coming hours.

She was supposed to share a bed with him after she asked him if he wanted to fuck her, and he basically said no. Well, he didn't say anything, which might have been even worse.

"Forget about it. It was just hypothetical about random people," she swallowed, and Art nodded. "As a concept. Like in that movie with Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher," she continued rambling. "Justin Timberlake," Art said in a voice she couldn't quite understand. "What about him?" she asked, desperately trying to change the subject. "Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. Ashton Kutcher is another movie," he explained. Neither of them moved their gaze. Liana was afraid to blink. She felt like she was in some stupid game, and the first one to break eye contact would lose and end their life in seppuku out of sheer embarrassment. "Oh," she had nothing else to say.

"Ask again," Art suddenly said after a few more seconds (maybe minutes, maybe hours, maybe days, how long had they been standing in this room?). "What?" she swallowed again. "Liana." His voice was authoritative. They both knew she couldn't escape this. "It was nothing," she tried. She really tried. Why did he have to humiliate her and couldn't just let it pass? Why couldn't they wait a year or two and just laugh about it together? Why was the joke always at her expense? "Liana." The same tone again. He wasn't going to let it go, and he was taking his time to torment her slowly. Why was it so hot in this room?

"Do you think people can fuck without commitment?" she asked after a few more seconds of silence. "That's not what you asked." He leaned on the dresser behind him, losing patience with the girl in front of him. "Put on your big girl pants that you had on five minutes ago and ask again," he said. "If you heard me, why do I need to repeat myself?" she crossed her arms under her chest.

"Okay, if you can't finish the pitch properly, then the answer is no," he rolled his eyes and sighed. Art was getting annoyed with the situation. It didn't make sense that she was doing this. After five years, she gave him a taste of something and then took it all back in a second. She wouldn't let him savor it.

"Why are you angry with me now?" she sounded confused. "Because you're talking in circles instead of saying what you want when you know for sure that the moment you say it, you'll get it. Who's afraid to ask for things when they know they'll get exactly what they ask for?" he looked at her, raising an eyebrow. There was a hint of frustration in his voice, but he managed to keep his cool. He managed to be the more authoritative person in the room without losing empathy.

All Liana could think about was how attracted she was to Art when he spoke exactly like that. When there was a hint of disdain in his voice. A mutual understanding of the power dynamics. Until now, she had decided the dynamics between them, and the moment she gave him an opening, Art grabbed it with both hands, and only he knew how much he intended not to let it go.

"Let's just go to sleep," he rolled his eyes again and moved towards the bed, passing through her as if she wasn't standing there at all. "Art. Wait, come on." She grabbed his hand, and he stopped. They both breathed heavily. He gently ran his fingers over her hand, feeling her pulse and realizing how fast her heart was beating.

Let me in Let me in Come on

That was all he could think about. He needed it to come from her. He needed her to ask, to tell him she wanted it. Otherwise, he'd ruin everything. The entire past year would go down the drain. He couldn't allow their relationship to regress because he misunderstood the dynamics. He couldn't let her ruin what they could be together for a fleeting whim.

"Do you want to try it? The friends with benefits thing?" If it was possible, her heart beat even faster.

Art pressed his head to hers, their foreheads touching. This was the closest he'd been to Liana in the last five years, and his level of self-control was inspiring if anyone knew what it took from him right now. "How will we do it?" he asked. His voice was hoarse and raspy, but outwardly he still showed complete control. As if at any moment, he would detach from her and go to sleep. As if she needed to convince him. To sell him that fucking her was a good idea. He felt almost cruel. Almost sadistic, making her do it. But he needed to hear her talk about how much she needed him. How he was the solution for her right now. How he could give her something no one else could.

"The benefits part is pretty self-explanatory," she mumbled, closing her eyes. "The friends part we're also okay with," Liana added. "We can fuck whoever we want without questions or vetoes, and if someone says the arrangement no longer suits them, we forget everything and go back to drinking wine and playing Scrabble on Thursdays," she took a step back, and Art sighed. A bit angry at himself for showing how much the break in contact bothered him.

"You can't sleep with Patrick, though," he stated. Not asked. Making her raise an eyebrow. "Okay, so you can't sleep with Tashi," she quickly added her own condition. "Tashi and I never slept together, and we don't plan to sleep together anytime soon, but fine," his voice was amused as if he wanted to ruffle her hair because she was so sweet in his eyes. Liana considered kicking him in the balls for being such an arrogant bastard.

"I'll cancel everything, watch out," she said the only thing that came to her mind. "Uh-huh," another amused remark. As if he didn't care at all about what she was saying. "Donaldson!" she crossed her arms under her chest. "I still want wine and Scrabble on Thursdays. If that gets canceled, then the sex thing is also off," he continued while she looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Art," she swallowed and looked at him with a slightly different expression. He recognized she was more serious now. "It can't be like five years ago. You can't use this against me, okay?" she said, and Art wanted to die when he saw how much it stressed her out to tell him that.

"I'm three times more desperate for this arrangement than you are. The only one who can use any of this against anyone is you, Liana," he said sincerely, and she nodded. "So let's do it," she extended her hand for a handshake and smiled sweetly. "Are you for real?" he asked with a smirk on his face. It didn't make sense that she was so cute about such a sleazy deal. It just didn't make sense. "Shake my hand already, Arthur," she said, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. Their breaths mingled as both their eyes closed, and Art's lips brushed against Liana's. At first, there was a tenderness and almost shyness. As if it was the first time either of them had any human contact with any other person. After a few seconds, the kiss became hungry, and there was no battle for dominance because it was clear to both of them that Art was taking control from here. The moment his tongue asked for entry, Liana would part her lips and allow him to enter and explore her mouth from the inside.

And within seconds, one of his hands was on Liana's waist, and the other roamed over every part of her body. If Art could, he would touch all of her at once. For a moment, he didn't know what to focus on. Just the thought that after five years, Liana was his again, and he was allowed to touch her, could bring him to the edge.

Neither of them knew how, but her shirt found itself on the floor, and Art's lips began to trail small kisses on her neck as he guided them both to the bed, where he threw Liana. Taking a few seconds to look at the woman in front of him, half-naked and smiling shyly.

His. His to do with as he pleased. His to decide what he wanted. His. His. His. Liana was his. And with those thoughts, his lips were on hers again, and one of his hands was on her right breast, playing with her nipple. He pinched, squeezed, and held it fiercely, somewhat punishing for all the years he couldn't do exactly that. She moaned into his mouth, and as strange as the sound was, it felt as if he'd heard her moan just two days ago.

"Fuck, Art," she mumbled in a half-moan as his mouth was on her neck again, "You can't leave a mark," it was barely audible, just breaths, but Art understood her and in response, his teeth found a spot under her ear. Just to show her that if he wanted, he could, and she wouldn't say anything because here she was, not saying anything, just breathing and trying to touch him back. But he didn't leave a mark on her neck. No matter how much he wanted to claim his territory. He decided he'd leave marks elsewhere.

His lips descended slowly, cruelly, little kisses on her collarbone. He lingered on one, adding a nibble. "I'm going to leave so many marks on you, Lia. You'll be covered in them," he said, returning to the same spot. All Liana could manage in response was a mumbled, sultry plea.

"Please," she moaned again. Neither of them knew what she was asking for, but Art had already moved to the other side of her collarbone, taking his time on another spot.

Then his lips halted above her breasts, all the while playing with her nipples. He made sure not to neglect either, giving equal attention to both the left and the right.

"You seem like something's bothering you, Liana. What is it?" he teased, knowing she couldn't answer him now; she was in a world of her own.

"You're wearing too much," she mumbled, opening eyes filled with tears of pleasure that blurred her vision. She wanted more of him. She wanted to consume him entirely, above her, beside her, within her. She wanted Art Donaldson in every way he would allow her to have him. "Need more," she mumbled, and his lips covered her left nipple, making her moan as he growled into her chest.

Art rose above her despite the physical pain of pulling away. Liana's eyes were on him as he took off the pants he'd been wearing just minutes ago. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to say something.

"More," she said, biting her lower lip and playing with her own nipple. What a sight. If Art died now, he'd die happy.

He removed his boxers, presenting her with his erect cock while Liana surveyed every inch of his body.

"Do you want me to do a little spin or something?" he joked, trying to regain some control. "Are you waiting for an invitation to take your pants off, or are you just going to lie there and order me around?" he asked, restoring the balance to their relationship.

Liana nodded and lifted herself enough to remove the pants she was wearing, staying in a tiny black thong.

"Leave that on," Art said as she was about to remove it too. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing but wasn't entirely surprised. "Such a good girl with underwear like these, what am I supposed to do with that, Lia?" The playful tone returned as he started to plant wet kisses on her stomach, making her moan at the compliment.

Her panties came off with his teeth, after he didn't spare her any comments on how wet she was.

"Look, Liana." He brought them close to her face, and when she moaned, she brought her mouth close to them, opening it, but Art gently tossed them onto her nose. "Are you happy?" he asked, and she nodded. "Of course you're happy. You're so wet you'd come from just one finger inside you." Another moan and growl. Again, her chest arched that Art had to steady beneath him. So needy. So beautiful.

His mouth was on her clit in a sharp movement, along with two fingers inside her. He wasn't wrong; her first orgasm came within seconds. She had been so horny in recent months. So in need of touch, and Art provided it superbly. Art was here to fulfill and respond to everything she needed from him.

"I need to ride you. Please," she mumbled, opening her eyes, returning to reality from her orgasm within seconds.

"Who am I to deny you what you need," he replied and moved off her, sitting on the bed beside her, leaning against the wall.

Liana climbed onto him at that moment. As if she hadn't yet recovered from the high, she began to rub against his thighs while his large hand grasped her ass.

"Fuck," he said, turning his gaze away from her for a moment, but she made him look back at her with her hand. Her other hand found his mouth, inserting two fingers he took deeper, showing her he would take whatever she gave him. Another moan, at this point, it was hard to tell who was making more noise. Who was more desperate.

"Stop being a tease," Art lost his patience. "Or I'm fucking you the way I want." He stated, and as he said it, in that voice she loved, she inserted his dick inside her. Not even slowly. Not allowing herself a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. She felt filled with Art Donaldson, and it was the best feeling in the world.

"Move, Lia," Art smacked her ass, bringing her back to reality, and she began to move, initially forward and backward slowly, making him release sounds she didn't remember from him. "Just like that, good girl. Faster, Liana," he released more incoherent commands. She shoved her breast into his mouth to give him something to occupy himself with. He moaned into it, not taking his eyes off her as she picked up the pace, moving up and down.

"I'm close," she managed to say. The fingers that had been in his mouth and then visited hers were now playing with her own clit as she rode him. Both were covered in sweat from the effort.

"Me too baby," he said into her, sounding muffled from her chest, making her moan because he had again decided to bite her sensitive nipple.

"It's okay, I have an IUD," she said, and his growl was deep and throaty as she felt the heat of his release deep inside her while she contracted around him from her own orgasm, thanking God for the decision to get an IUD after the abortion.

"You're perfect," he mumbled as she slowly moved off him. Her body was limp, and she couldn't talk and breathe simultaneously.

"We need to shower," she mumbled and giggled in response. "In the morning," he replied.

Both had their eyes closed, knowing there was no chance they would move from current position.

Art's alarm clock was set for 5:45 AM, waking him swiftly. He hit the button, hoping for a moment before Liana woke up too. His hand rested on her chest, his head nestled into her neck, their legs entwined. Art couldn't stop smiling, feeling like a fool. He wanted to lie to himself and say he always woke up like this when a woman slept over, but the truth was, Liana was the only one he woke up with this way. No matter how much sex he'd had in his life, the sleep and his need for touch afterward were only with Liana.

Amid these thoughts, he realized his cock was hard, demanding to be inside her again, as if she might disappear from his life once more. Slowly, while she was still asleep, his mouth started placing gentle kisses on her neck, where it had rested before. His hand played with the breast it was already on.

Liana woke with a moan. "Morning," she mumbled. "Mmhmm," he replied from within her neck. "What time is it?" she managed to ask without turning to face him, giving him more room to scatter his kisses. "Early," he replied. "Need you like this," he explained what was happening. "Yours," she simply said, and he growled in response. How could she say something like that so effortlessly? "Mine," he said softly. Both of their eyes were still hazy from sleep, and her hand started moving up and down his dick. Another growl. "Fuck, Liana, just like that," he said. They were both too lazy to move, but his hand was already between her legs too. Their moans mingled, and he turned her face to him, giving her a deep kiss as he did. "God, Art," she mumbled into him, and he bit her lip, holding it between his teeth and releasing only when he couldn't stifle a moan.

He moved her small hand from his dick and slowly slid it where she needed him most, hearing the most beautiful sigh he'd ever heard. Everything about it was needy, gentle, slow, and sloppy, and neither of them cared. Liana was drunk on his cock. She could do anything he asked of her right now, in this exact state; wet, lazy, and under the influence of his dick and large hands holding her tightly.

"You feel so good, Lia. So tight and wet, fuck. You take me as if you were made for me," he said into her ear, and all she could do in response was breathe deeply and tighten around his cock. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she mumbled, and Art was sure he was hallucinating. He growled so loudly, in such a low tone, he thought he might pass out for a moment.

"Are you thanking me for fucking you?" he asked in that voice she loved, and she wanted to see his face, but she couldn't because she was facing away from him. "Feels so good, Art," she said, and he felt her come around him, making him come too and stay inside her for a moment longer, not wanting it to end.

"Hey," he said after he pulled out of her, and she turned to face him. He moved some hair from her sweaty face. "Hey," she smiled and kissed him, making him close his eyes for a moment. "I need to get warmed up before the match. You can sleep a bit more, but don't miss breakfast," he kissed her forehead as he stood up and headed towards the shower.

And while he was showering, he wondered if Liana knew this wasn't what friends with benefits looked like; This wasn't how you acted if you wanted to have sex and move on as if it never happened. This wasn't how you kissed. This wasn't how you hugged. This wasn't how you fucked.

That day, with Liana sitting in the stands, Art played the best tennis of his life. Two levels above his average, against an opponent all the bets said might defeat Art from the first set to the last. All the commentators trying to explain Art's moves didn't know he was invincible when Liana Levy slept in his bed and then sat in the stands watching him.

And while Art played, there were other eyes that didn't leave Liana, ones that were hard to miss in one of the rows in the stands- Patrick Zweig. He saw Art's performance and, with the necessary caution, understood what was happening around him. He understood that Liana hadn't lied when she spoke to him in the parking lot. She was Art's now, and all Patrick could do was become better. Become worthy again.

Well, hello there. How are we feeling??? I can't believe it's part 20 and you guys can still stand me. It's basically insane to me. I'd like to hear your thoughts about the chapter, so pls pls pls comment and DM me. 

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[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Game con.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “part 2 of twitch streamer buggy where they met again at some event and buggy just goes all 926:92€:@/&/& cause reader is so beautiful and buggy's so in love with this idiot even if he doesn't admit it??” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part ONE

Buggy went inside the heavily decorated building as people in cosplay walked all around him. They were unfamiliar faces to him, but to certain of them, he was a familiar one, stopping to ask him for a picture.

It was a small game convention that happened yearly and Buggy had decided to go streaming.

He was walking by the goodies stands with his camera until he heard his name.

He instantly recognized the voice. The chat too.

He turned around, surprised to see you here and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets as he actually saw you. You were in a cosplay as well, a zombie. Your clothes were torn, showing your chest and stomach, bloodied. Your face was bloody and dirty as well but your eyes were shining bright. You looked so hot despite your cosplay.

“Boss !” You said, and he froze as you opened your arms wide before wrapping them around him. “Didn't think you'd be here !”

You were so close. He feared his heart could still be heard over the noise of the people around them. He swallowed thickly and smiled, patting your back awkwardly and remembered about the camera in his hand, putting it back up so they could see what was happening.

“Wh- what are you doing here ?” He asks, voice shaky.

“That's the town I live in.” You said with a smile. “I didn't know you were invited to this con.”

“Of course I am ! I am the best after all.” He smiled at the camera proudly, before pointing it back at you. “But look at you, you're super flashy ! Chat, look at him !”

You grinned, turning on yourself to show your full outfit before posing. Buggy didn't know what to say. You looked so good. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments. The silence became a bit awkward before you spoke again.

“You should've come in cosplay too. The chat would've loved it.”

“Maybe I should've. But don't say a clo-”

“A pirate. I see you as a pirate for some reason. A very flashy one.”

“A pirate ?” He hummed, as if to think about it but he couldn't, too busy thinking about you, wanting to talk more with you.

“Yeah, boss, the captain of the ship. That'd suit you.” You said with a nod unaware the chat was wondering if your last words were not you trying to flirt.

“Maybe you're right.” He rubbed his cheeks, contemplating the idea of being a pirate sailing the seas with his crew. You in it of course.

“Well, I'll leave you be. See you around ?” You suddenly said, ready to leave him alone and walk away.

“Wait.” He stopped you. “I was thinking, maybe we could, uh, eat together ? When this is over ? I saw a food stand earlier...”

You looked at him, surprised and nodded with a warm smile.

“Sure. Do you want my number so you can find me again ?” You asked and his heart was beating fast, almost making him shaky.

“Y- yeah. Don't say it ! They'll hear you.” He said, pointing to the camera with his head and you nodded. He pulled his phone out, unlocking it and handed it to you. You grabbed it and began to write your number in his contacts, saving your name with a heart emoji.

“By the way, my real name is [Name].” You said, giving him back his phone. He placed it in his pocket, mentally high-fiving himself for getting your number and promising himself to call you later.

“[Name], huh ? I'll remember it.”

“I hope so.” You smiled, before waving at him and the camera as you walked away, melanging yourself with the other cosplayers. Buggy turned the camera back toward himself and smiled, before walking again as well.

After a few hours, his stream was over, and he did as he said to you, he called you to find you again.

“Allo captain ?” You replied to your phone.

“Ah, my favorite mod, I almost waited for you to answer.”

“Oh, come on, I didn't take that long.” You said, before giving him your location. He joined you and you both walked to a food stand together.

His mind was racing, he wanted to do something but he didn't know if he could. Eyeing you, seeing you smiling and unbothered, Buggy found the courage to make the first move, grabbing your hand and holding it. You only grinned at him, squeezing his hand, and his heart, instead of calming down, went crazy, beating out of his chest.

[staticofthetv]

Take two!

Favourite frames from the new B-Side chapter, featuring some analysis because I have coherent thoughts this time 'round :D

Beware, spoilers below for the B-Side as well as the manga

@veiled-bird that goes for you too, you're nowhere near meeting this guy yet

First up, I love this chapters art. It reminds me of when I was little and asking my dad to help my brother and I beat the last level of episode 3 in lego star wars tcs

Also the chapter title? I have so many thoughts, they'll be discussed more in depth further down but they will be discussed /pos

Numbers weapon 1 mention!! I'm very excited to (hopefully) get more lore about it. Although I am curious if it's like a contact lens or something, I thought it was closer to a surgical implant or maybe some weird side effect from using numbers weapon 1. Mostly because I don't think he's been drawn with normal eyes yet in the manga (at least from what I remember)

Either way very much hoping we get some more numbers weapon 1 lore in this :)

This whole scene but specifically "what good does a test proving I'm abnormal do" hits so hard, especially as someone diagnosed with ADHD in my late teens. Having that feeling of there's something wrong with me for so long and being brushed off every time because I didn't act like the stereotypical 10 year old boy with severe ADHD (a psychiatrist literally told me and my mum i probably had adhd but she wouldnt diagnose me,) I did start to kind of give up on ever figuring it out.

Narumi was incredibly relatable to me in the main manga (not because I'm a badass, I'm very lame lmao) because of the behaviours he exhibits, hyperfocusing on games, constant dopamine seeking (through videogames and online shopping,) needing to be fiddling with something to better process the information being given out, etc.

Narumi is also incredibly smart, its stated explicitly that he got top scores in the entrance exam and I can't imagine those tests are anywhere near easy. It gives neurodivergent kid being told they just need to apply themselves to do better in school/make friends/just function in a neurotypical way in general.

This also comes from his being kicked out of several orphanages, and then even after joining the defence force (especially after being told by Isao that they take anyone that can show skills and results) getting kicked out by the second division and every platoon in the first until he ends up under hasegawa. Considering the title too this is 100% supposed to read as the classic "troubled kid" (many of which are neurodivergent) that not many are willing to put effort into helping. Isao is giving him a way out of the life of having no home to go back to, only to be struck with the threat of getting kicked out once again a year later. Narumi is a very skilled and capable fighter and no one in their right mind would argue with that and it once again all comes down to being labelled as too difficult, hard to work with, never paying attention

This chapter just hits so close to home with me

Baby Mina!! I know there's a decent amount if it in the manga but it's still weird to see her with short hair. I love her so much

There are many more words of appreciation I have but all thought went into dissecting Narumi's character lol

And so being kicked around by hasegawa begins

I love his face here, top tier expression

And here we see Isao solidifying the thought of skill and results being all that matters, there's no way Isao was going to let Narumi get kicked out, especially not after showing aptitude for handling numbers weapon 1. I like to think at this point he does also care for Narumi, I think he sees a lot of Kikoru (or what she could be) in him and especially he sees himself in Narumi. And even though he's only ranked captain Isao would clearly fight to keep Narumi on the force (he probably already had to for Narumi to get transferred to the first division instead of just being dropped when he didn't mesh with the second)

This is also the beginning of Isao and Narumi's mentor/mentee relationship, Isao knows exactly how to handle Narumi and his child prodigy-ness and help him reach his potential as a defence force officer. I think that's part of why Isao shows little care for how Narumi handles himself when off duty, it may be that he knows he can't change Narumi in that way, it may be that he himself just doesn't care for all the professional decorum, either way Isao plays the very important role of being Narumi's main support while he's in the defence force (until Isao dies anyway, whoops.) Narumi needed a space where he could not only be himself but be accepted for it and have the trust of his peers and superiors that he would get the job done when he needs to, and whether it was on purpose or not Isao provided exactly that for him.

This also ties back into the earlier ramble about Narumi being the typical undiagnosed neurodivergent "troubled kid"

(Also the origin of what Narumi says to Kikoru ~9 years in the future :D)

Omg jaeger is canon? Kaiju no. 8 and pacific rim crossover when? /j

Another interesting tidbit about Narumi is his self confidence, he knows he's capable and isn't afraid to tell people that. He says playing support is annoying but what I see is someone that knows he can do better placed somewhere else and has decided to take that into his own hands. He won't get kicked out of the defense force but I wouldn't be surprised if he gets into a shit ton of trouble for taking Isao's words to heart and disregarding his orders, even though I do think he'll be an asset to the battle and perform better being closer to the front lines.

Poor hasegawa has his work cut out for him keeping Narumi in check (a captain and vice-captain match made in hell)

[cobrabobra]

"Dick"

Carl Grimes x male!reader

This is part two to "Asshole", I didn't plan for it to have a second part but since there was a request I decided to come up with something, english isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, contains description of masturbation and oral sex and alcohol usage, I've never wrote something like this before but I've tried my best so I hope you enjoy

Carl's once again found himself frustrated and of course it was because of (Y/N), again.

Grimes believed that the kiss will change everything, that they'll get closer, maybe start dating. That everything he'd dreamed of would come true.

Not only that did not happen, it made things worse, (Y/N) acted like nothing happened, like that kiss was nothing to him, but it was everything to Carl. It was supposed to help him find out something about his sexuality, which it didn't, but he didn't have time to think about it now, it only made things worse. It made things awkward between them, the other boy seemed unfazed, but Carl tried to insinuate that he'd like another kiss or maybe even more and when nothing happened, neither of them knew how to act around each other. They used to talk on walkies all night, sometimes they didn't even talk, they just sat there, in their own rooms and found comfort in the fact that there was someone on the other end, but know they didn't talk. That used to hang out together all the time, joke around, play video games at Anderson's house, go on runs together, now it was all gone. Carl hated himself for destroying their friendship, because he did, he destroyed everything. He made a mistake telling him about his feelings that day, he made a mistake thinking that something would change. It was all his fault. He should just accept the fact that nothing will ever happen between them and move on, try to fix their relationship, but he couldn't bring himself to. He still imagined what would it be like if their relationship became a romantic one, how they would go on walks and hold hands, hide behind the corners and kiss so Ron wouldn't see and yell at them, how they could... How that could be intimate with each other. He imagined how (Y/N)'s body would look like, they saw each other shirtless a couple of times but that's it.

"Fuck" he sighed, feeling the heat in his abdomen at the thought of the other boy's body. He couldn't help it, he was a stupid teenager, he was horny all the time, especially now, after he tasted his crush's soft lips.

He started to undo his pants, remembering how it felt to have those sweet lips against his. How good he smelled, how beautiful his eyes were, looking into his, how fluffy his hair were.

It drove him on the edge, he slid his hand into his boxers and hesitatiantly grabbed his cock, like it was his first time doing this.

He felt a blush creep on his cheeks as he imagined that (Y/N) was sitting between his legs, that it was him stroking Carl's cock.

How would he do it? Would it be fast, trying to make him come fast, wanting to see Grimes panting, bucking his hips into his hand? Would it be slow, teasing, wanting Carl to beg him to go faster? Would he say that he's handsome, that he looks good like this, that he sounds good, moaning and desperate to cum?

It didn't matter, it would've been perfect any way, because (Y/N) was perfect, everything he did was perfect.

Carl, he'd pant, getting aroused himself, Carl, he'd say his name and it'd sound so good, Carl...

"Carl!" it was real, (Y/N) was standing outside, throwing rocks to get his attention.

"Fuck!" he whispered, tucking himself back into his pants, trying to make himself look presentable.

He opened the window, his palms sweaty, his heart beating fast. What if he'll find out? What if he'll find find out Carl was masturbating while imagining him being the one doing this to him?

"Finally, I thought you were ignoring me" Anderson sighed as he crawled inside.

"I was just sleeping" the brown haired boy lied quickly. Last thing he wanted was for (Y/N) to think Carl's mad at him, at he's ignoring him, that he's the one who fucked up.

"With the lights on?" he chuckled, he knew that his friend was lying, hiding something and he wasn't going to push to get Grimes to tell him what he was doing. If he didn't want to tell then he'll respect that. He smiled when he saw that the other boy's face got red, it's cute when he gets shy.

"I- um" he tried to think of something to say but embarrassement got better of him.

"I got something" (Y/N) put his backpack on the floor and took out a wine bottle. The same bottle he found when they kissed.

They sat on Carl's bed and opened the alcohol. Of course this would end well, they've drunk together before and Anderson always ended up wasted. Of course it was fun, seeing him like this, loosened up, giggling every five seconds, hugging Grimes every chance he got. But with Carl being heartbroken, he wasn't sure it was a great idea, no, he knew it wasn't.

And who would've guessed, half an hour has passed and they were tipsy, half of the wine was gone and they talked like nothing ever happened. Though Carl wanted to kiss him again and blame it on the alcohol, he could get the thought out of his head.

Oh no, no, no, no, he thought when he felt himself getting hard in his pants, he didn't finish earlier, he was pent up and his crush was laying on a bed before him, his shirt slightly rolled up, his stomach showing, of course this would happen.

"And then I- Carl, are you even listening?" (Y/N) got up, sitting supporting himself with his hands to not fall on the bed again. His beautiful, clever eyes studied his friends face.

"Yes, I'm listening"

"Don't lie to me, you suck at lying. Tell me what's wrong" he got closer, much closer than he wanted to, their noses almost touching, their breaths mixing.

"It's nothing, really"

"Like you not knowing if you liked boys nothing?" he was irritated. He didn't mean to start this topic, not when he was drunk, but Carl was acting weird for a while and they needed to talk about it.

There was a moment of silence, silence full of frustration, anger and pain, before (Y/N) grabbed Grimes' chin and made him look into his eyes.

"What's going on with you Carl?" this time he didn't sound mad, he sounded sad, his eyes soft as he looked at his friend. He wanted to help him, fuck he wanted to help him so bad, but how can he do that when Carl didn't tell him anything?

"I don't want to say" lies, he wanted to say, he wanted to scream in his face how much he loved him, how much he desired him, how much he needed him.

"You absolute asshole! Can't you see I'm worried about you?!"

"I'm the asshole?! It's you who doesn't see anything!"

"Because you don't show me!"

"I show you every day and you just push me away!"

"I don't push you away! You're the one who's pushing me away!"

"I'm not!"

At this point they were both standing up, anger and desperation flowing through their veins as they yelled at each other, feeling lighter and heavier at the same time with each word they said.

"I'm sorry I fucking kissed you, okay?! I only wanted to help! I'm sorry okay? I'm fucking sorry" he started to cry, he could help it anymore, it was too much, too much being in the shadows, not knowing what's going on, too much of feeling guilty that he destroyed their relationship that day.

"I'm not" Carl said softly, he should've felt bad for making his friend cry but he felt better than he felt in ages, (Y/N) crying showed him how much the boy cared about him.

With his heart pounding like crazy in his chest, voices in his head telling him not to do this, his rational side clouded by the alcohol, he kissed his best friend.

Last time it felt rushed, hungry, now it started slow, like they wanted to burn the shape of each other's lips in their minds. This sweet kiss quickly became as hungry as their first one, but it was different this time, this time they both were sure that the other one wanted this, that it wasn't a joke, it wasn't just to find something out. They wanted this kiss, just as badly as they wanted each other.

"Carl" (Y/N) whispered when their lips separated, his hands clutched on the other boy's shirt.

"Don't talk, just let me- just- please" Grimes was practically begging. He knew as soon as this moment've passed it would all be gone, that it would become even more awkward between them and he didn't want that. He wanted this moment to last forever, to feel the boys lips on his, to taste him.

"I'm not going anywhere" Anderson said and in a moment of courage, he lead Carl's hand to his pants. He made Carl feel how hard he was for him, how badly he wanted him, this.

"You're drunk, you don't know what your doing" he wanted to step back, he needed to, before he did something stupid.

"The only thing I'm drunk on is you. Believe me, that kiss really helped me sober up"

And this is all Grimes needed, to know that this was mutual. He kissed him again, even more harshly than before, their saliva mixed and so did their scents.

They found themselves on the bed, Carl's hands struggling with his zipper, his hands shaking with stress and lust. He finally managed to get out of his pants only to find (Y/N) looking at him, like he was a beautiful painting.

"You're not-?" his brows furrowed. Oh fuck, what if he got ahead of himself? What if he didn't want this after all?

"I'm not drunk, but I'm still tipsy. I don't want to have my first time like this" he said smiling cutely, even though his eyes shimmered with desire. "But we can do this" he said as he put his hands on the outline of Carl's cock.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to, so fucking bad, Carl"

He felt those soft, swollen lips on his abdomen, kissing every freckle they found. His fingers slipped under the band of Grimes' boxers and slowly pulled them down.

"Mmh-" he moaned and closed his eyes when he felt (Y/N) kiss the tip of his cock. "Fuck" he bit his lips to stop himself from making too much noise, he didn't want his dad walking in on them and he wanted to hear the wet sounds that the other boy's lips made as his mouth moved, licking a stripe down his shaft. "Yeah, like that" he grabbed Anderson's hair and moved his head a little.

His toes curled as he felt himself get closer, he never felt so good in his life, he didn't know what felt better, (Y/N) actually reciprocating his feelings or him sucking on the tip of his dick.

This was heaven, he felt so good, he could practically high five God himself.

"Doing so good, fuck" he moaned as he felt more and more of his cock dissapear inside of (Y/N)'s hot, wet mouth. "So, so good"

He never wanted this to end, this feeling of being touched by another person, by his loved one. He felt tears running down his face, all he could hear in his head was a voice telling him that this was finally happening, that their friendship was indeed destroyed and from it's ashes something new, something beautiful emerged like a phoenix.

This was all too much, too much pleasure, too much happiness, he could stop himself, his fingers still tangled in (Y/N)'s hair, his head bobbing in a fast pace, his tight throat clenching down on Carl's cock, it was all too much.

"Carl is everything-" he stopped when he realized that he was crying, he thought he might've done something wrong and he definitely didn't expect for the boy to cum right on his face.

Grimes still moved his hips for a while, muttering something under his breath, sense of relief coming down on him.

When he finally came down from his high he looked down, just to see his friend's, or whatever the fuck they now were, face covered in his release.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, just, next time warn me before you cum on my face, you dick" he chuckled.

He probably would've laughed too if it weren't for those two words that overtook Carl's mind. Next time.

[p-redux]

Didn’t take much to pull you out of retirement huh? Btw, you didn’t get a scoop - another blog best you to it. Also, you took a huge leap assuming Sam was flying with someone. His buddy Marina flew in today - possible he could have been picking her up and therefore didn’t have luggage? They have spent NYE together in the past, you know. you are a self-proclaimed truther - maybe do a little research before you suggest you know he’s with “a broad”? Thirsty, thirsty. Rest your eyes!

Didn't take much for you to crawl out of the woodwork to spew hate huh? Btw, I didn't say I got the scoop, I said this was a NEW pic of Sam--and I didn't see any blog beat me to it. Even BellaOutlander on IG, who gets everything right away, and many others, posted AFTER me. So, I was def one of the first blogs to post the new pic of Sam with a fan at Glasgow airport. Also, I NEVER said Sam was flying with anyone. I said he could be flying OUT of Glasgow go be with a lady friend because he has done that for New Year's Eve on more than one occasion. That's not me taking "a huge leap," that's me going on proven past behavior aka facts. Yes, I saw that his friend, Marina Campbell flew into Glasgow yesterday. Would Sam himself go to the airport to pick her up? At this stage in his career, I would think he would have sent a car service to pick her up. But who knows, Sam is down to earth, and a good friend, so he may have picked her up. The jury is still out on that one. Marina has since posted pics on her IG hanging out in Glasgow. It looks like she's with a group of friends...let's see if any pics come out of Sam being among them. As for them spending New Year's Eve together in the past, I don't think that's happened very often. On January 3, 2022, Marina posted from a Chargers American football game in Los Angeles with Sam and Alex, so I guess they could have spent that New Year's together. I've been here almost 10 years, and I don't remember that happening very often though. They've definitely hung out together a lot: worked out together, traveled together, climbed munros together, but I don't remember many New Year's Eve together, but it could have happened. And maybe this year, Sam felt like staying in Glasgow, and they'll hang out for New Year's Eve. No sweat off my back. Whatever Sam wants to do and whoever he wants to do it with is fine by me...and always has been. As for my play on words he's going abroad to be with a broad, it was OBVIOUSLY a joke, tongue-in-cheek, haha. Anon, maybe if you pulled the stick out of your ass, you might find a sense of humor. Bitter, bitter. Rest up, bitch! I'm here for the duration...

PS. For those "worried" about my eyes, I'm writing this on my desktop, which obviously strains them less than my cell phone does. There, I saved you the inevitable, "I thought you had eye pain, how are you writing such a looong post with eye pain?!" *eyeroll*

PPS. For the haters who were happy to see me semi retire, I never said completely retire, the fastest way to get me to post again is to piss me the f*ck off. So, keep sending me Anons like this, and you will ensure I will post more often. Besides getting the inside scoop, there's nothing I relish more than handing people their asses. Up to you...

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

After a girls night with Maliksi ~

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

Genre: Fluff

THIS WILL BE SHORT GUYSSS, BUT IT'S SO FLUFFY HEHEHE

"We're borrowing Y/n!"

A group of Makisig's ladies suddenly barged into your room giggling before dragging you away from Maliksi who has his head resting on your lap a few seconds ago.

"C'mon! Y'all just had a sleep over last week!" Maliksi protested as he sat back up with a frown on his face.

"It's girls night! You can have your Kuya Maki, he's already setting up your games in the living room." One of the girls said before tossing Maliksi a whole bag of MM's.

"Tch. I'll pick Y/n up at 9pm."

"What is she, a teenager?" The lady sighed and rolled her eyes before tossing Maliksi another bag of chocolate.

"Okay, make that 11pm."

"Bunso, can't you stay still?" Makisig softly chuckled as he noticed how Maliksi is just restless while they both play videogames. The younger tamawo just grumbled after being KO'd in the game once again.

"Pfft. Please don't tell me you can't concentrate when Y/n is not beside you." Makisig liked teasing his lil brother. It's funny to see him scrunch his face in an attempt to find the perfect excuse-

"Maybe."

Makisig's eyes widen before he broke out in soft laughter as he ruffles Maliksi's hair. Never in a hundred years did he expect his younger brother to be acting like this towards a human.

"Oh, did my girls asked you properly before taking Y/n away?"

"Huh? What do you mean properly?"

"They didn't tell you that they'll be drinking? One of them requested for some liquor so they can have a little party tonight."

"What? No! They didn't tell me-"

Before Maliksi can continue what he was saying, Makisig's phone notification lit up. It was one of the girls sending him a message:

"We can hear your lil brother's voice in here. Y/n is fine."

Attached to the message is a short video of Y/n giggling with the other ladies- her face is all cutely flushed from being slightly drunk and her eyes slightly half lidded.

She's adorable.

Maliksi can feel his face heating up and his ears turning red upon seeing the video. "Kuya, can you send that to me? Pleaseee?"

Makisig just ended up laughing as he sends the video to his younger brother.

The two brothers continued playing for hours before one of the girls approached them. "Y/n fell asleep. She can spend the night with us-"

"No. I'm taking her back."

Without missing a beat, Maliksi was already standing on his feet and walking towards the room, spotting you curled up in the couch right away. He walked straight towards you, brushing your hair away from your face before gently lifting you up in his arms and carrying you. "Come on, beautiful. Time for bed."

You smiled at him before nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. Maliksi softly chuckled at the gesture, finding it utterly cute.

He gently put you down on the bed before grabbing a wet towel and some change of clothes. Maliksi started taking off your clothes, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulders as he started wiping your body off with the towel.

"Lift your hair up for me." Maliksi softly said as he wipes around your neck and chest. "There we go."

"Thank you." You softly whispered while trying to sit still as possible. Once you were feeling much more comfortable, Maliksi helped you slip into your pajamas. "How are you feeling? Not too dizzy?"

"Hmm. Sleepyyy~"

Maliksi softly chuckled. "I can see that, Y/n. Let's sleep."

He turned off the lights before pulling you under the covers and wrapping his arms around your body. You snuggled closer to him, burying your face into his chest. "Goodnight, Maliksi."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

SERVING MALIKSI FLUFF AT FREAKIN' 1AM COZ YYY NOT? HEHE~

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

HEYYYYY

Guess who got permission from @colemorrison to write a continuation of a request I did

ME!

And that's what I'm gonna do. Get ready for the silly fellas cause it's coming

I love him so much guys

I'm mentally unwell

When Junkrat and Roadhog left you, you were practically dead. Hell, you thought you were dead.

Especially when a certain angel came to save you.

Overwatch wasn't even supposed to be there, but Cassidy heard rumors of two certain people being there and he wanted to try his hand at stopping them. Much to Mercy's dismay. She wanted to have her time off and not have any extra side projects. But she couldn't let Cole, Tracer, and D.va go without a healer.

Damn them and their need to be heros.

Which is what leads to now. The gaurds that were previously beating the shit out of you were long gone, being questioned by Cassidy. They pointed him over to you, bleeding on the ground with your life practically oozing away from you. He rushed to get Angela the moment he saw the blood.

"Don't bother! They're practically dead anyway. And besides, the world'll be better without 'em. Filthy criminal," one of the guards called out.

That didn't stop Cole, though. He ran to get Angela, and she ran with him over to you.

When the angel came into your view, you were sure that you were dead. "Huh. Didn't think I'd get into Heaven," you said. Your voice was hoarse and damaged, which shocked you. "Oh. Guess I don't get magically fixed when I die."

"Well, you ain't dead yet, kid," Cole said.

"Roll them over, Cole. I need to see the damage," Mercy commanded.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly, which had pain wracking through your body.

While the doctor, who's name you learned was Mercy through the shouting of a British woman, fixed you up, all you could think of was Junkrat.

Jamison.

He asked you to call him Jamison.

You couldn't help but wonder if he got out. He had to have. Or else your distraction would have been for nothing.

"-with me?"

"What?"

"I asked if you were with me, kid. Look like we lost you for a sec," the cowboy said.

"Oh. No, I'm alive. Just thinking," you responded vaguely.

Mercy shook her head and continued healing you. "Well, try not to look dead while doing so."

The rest of the time spent healing you was in silence. Well, silence from the three of you. D.va and Tracer were busy lecturing the guards for beating you within an inch of your life and then insisting that you didn't deserve medical attention.

For such small women, they were horribly scary.

When Mercy was done, Hana insisted on taking you back to Gibraltar with them. "We can't just leave them here, Angela. Not when these guards might just try and kill them again. We have room on the ship, we might as well take them back. It'll give you time to check on them, too!"

The older woman sighed and looked to Cassidy. "Do we have room on the hovercraft?'

"We always have room, Angela."

Mercy sighed and looked back to Hana. "Fine. But you're going to be the one to change their bandages on the flight back."

The streamer jumped up and down with joy and helped you onto the hovercraft. You didn't understand what made her so excited. Maybe she was just on that post rescue high and would realize that dragging you along wasn't the best idea.

The hovercraft ride was boring. The cowboy slept, Mercy did paperwork, and Hana just played games the whole ride. Until you needed your bandages changed. Then she changed them for you and went right back to her games.

Gibraltar was pretty empty for how big it was. But there was still plenty of people there to talk to you. They were all waiting at the landing pad, greeting Cassidy as he got off. Before too many people could ask him things, Cole spoke up to get everyone's attention. "Listen up, y'all. We got a new person coming through with us. They aren't officially a member yet, so please don't question them about stuff like that. Just give 'em space since they'll be recovering from some pretty nasty injuries."

Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement. When you came out of the hovercraft, partially leaning on Mercy for support, a murmur rippled through the crowd.

Still, they let you go through to the medical bay without issue. You got plently of weird looks, though. Mercy set you up in a private room, connecting fluids to you and changing your bandages one more time before leaving you for the rest of the day.

Your time in that bed was spent thinking of Jamison. Had he gotten back to the safehouse okay? Was he thinking of you? Had the cops caught him and Roadhog?

The last thought made you near hysterical. You didn't want to think about that.

Sometimes Mercy came and checked on you. She would take you to the bathroom and leave you meals to eat. She even let you take a walk around the base.

Lots of people looked at you while you took that walk. It was well known who you were, and why you were there, at that point. D.va and Tracer smiled at you and waved.

You didn't wave back.

All you could think was if Jamison and Roadhog were breathing this same air. If they had the opportunity to do that of their own free will.

The endless amounts of tears that you shed after that thought is what made Mercy take you back to your room.

Even after your injuries healed, you didn't leave your room in the medical bay. You couldn't find the will to.

"Y/N, you need to go and socialize with everyone else," Mercy said from the door of your room.

"No."

"Yes. It isn't healthy for you to stay in here all the time."

"And it's healthy for everyone to look at me weird and question me?"

"They won't do that!"

"Yes they will. That's what they did last time I left."

"They were concerned because you suddenly burst out crying. We still need to talk about that, by the way."

You just turned your back to the door and started ignoring her.

Angela sighed and sat down on the chair next to your bed. "Y/N, I understand that you don't want to. I don't know what's making you act like this, what you went through before we found you, but you need to talk to us. We just want to help."

The two of you stayed silent for a while before you spoke up. "Please leave."

Angela sighed and got up, walking over to the door. Before she could leave, though, you called out to her. "I'll be out for dinner. Could I sit with you and Cole?"

A smile graced her lips and she nodded before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Angela was starting to worry when you didn't immediately show for dinner. Everyone was eating in the cafeteria, having already gotten their food. You were late.

"Calm down, Angie. They'll come when they're ready. Might not be today and that'd be fine," Tracer said as she ate her soup. Mercy sighed as Cassidy agreed.

But then you walked through the door, your hospital gown hanging loosely over your clothes. Everyone stared at you as you sheepishly walked up to the table and sat down next to Cassidy.

The rest of dinner went fine. You ate with other people for the first time in just under a year and things were going smoothly. Until you thought about Jamison.

Was he able to eat like this? Was he even still alive?

Tears started to well in your eyes and you could feel the sob lodging itself in your throat. It was about to escape before Cassidy put a hand on your shoulder and quietly said, "Come take a walk with me."

You obliged and stood up, Cassidy's arm wrapped around your shoulder as he guided you out of the room. Everyone's eyes on you made you want to shrivel up and die like you should have back in that heist.

You hadn't even realized that Cole had led you outside until you felt the breeze against your face. "What's going on, kid?"

"I-" you cut yourself off quickly. Did you really want to talk about it? To tell him about something that could risk Junkrat and Roadhog?

"You can tell me anythin' you need, I promise. Everything will stay between us."

With that, you told him everything. Everything from how you met Junkrat and Roadhog to how you risked your life to save them.

When you were done, Cole pulled you into a long hug. No words were spoken as you walked back to the cafeteria. You ate peacefully, not having the weight of everything that happened finally off your chest.

It took another couple of months for anything else to happen. You slowly started to work your way into regular life, eating in the cafeteria and watch practices and trainings.

Everything was fine. You even started sitting with Hanzo and Genji instead of Mercy, Cole, and Tracer. Until two certain someones came into the base.

Junkrat and Roadhog had been recruited. Somehow.

You didn't even realize it was them. You just thought it was two other suckers who didn't have anywhere else to go. You'd be damned if they were going to be taking your room, though.

Tracer was giving them a tour when he came up to your room. You were the only one who hadn't met them, opting to stay in your room, so Lena brought them to you.

Lena knocked on your door, and you reluctantly got out of bed to answer. When you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of someone you never thought you'd see again.

"Jamison?"

"Y/N?"

You stared for a second, not knowing what to do. Before you could act, though, the bomber jumped onto you and started babbling apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wanted to go back for you, I really did. But I didn't and I'm sorry and oh my god I can't believe your alive. I was so scared that they had killed you and when the overwatch agents got there I was so convinced that you were an undercover agent and they had come to collect your body. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry." Jamison babbled and babbled, not giving you the chance to say anything.

"Does he always do this?" Tracer asked.

Rodhog sighed and nodded before picking Junkrat up off of you. It gave you the chance to get back up and look at Junkrat. "It's okay, Jamie. I gave myself up for a reason. I love you and was willin to die to let you go. Now, why don't you continue your tour with the big guy and we'll talk later?" You pressed a small kiss to his cheek, getting soot on your lips in the process, before shooing him off.

"That's the most I've ever heard them talk," Tracer admitted as they walked back to the main room.

[domiforpresident]

Random Shuriri hc's

Riri definitely forces Shuri to make tik toks with her. Specifically dances. Riri teaches Shuri the dance beforehand and then makes her do it 1000 time's with her once she knows it.

In the house they both love being comfortable. Shuri is most likely always wearing sweatpants and a plain tee-shirt. Riri on the other hand wears her sports bra and some short boxers, and if her hair isn't in braids she lets her curls down. The first time Shuri saw Riri dressed like that she was literally acting like a cat in heat.

Shuri starts using aave after dating Riri for a while. It catches Riri completely off guard.

They play games together. Specifically smash bros, cod and saints row. Riri screams loud as hell when she dies in a game. Shuri is definitely the sore loser out of the two, while Riri rubs it in her face that she lost.

"Maybe you'll win next time baby" Riri said showing fake sympathy teasing Shuri.

"I wanna play again you cheated" Shuri pouted.

"Ima just beat yo ass again but ok" Riri said while starting the game back up.

Shuri is a wild sleeper. It's not her fault though she grew up having a big ass bed to herself. Shuri also talks in her sleep. When she first spent the night in Riris dorm, Riri tried to tell her about it the next morning but Shuri didn't believe her.

Riri loves cuddling. She would jump in Shuris skin if she could. She likes being the big spoon so she can touch and feel all over Shuri, and play in her hair. Riri loves playing in Shuris hair, she usually does it until Shuri falls asleep.

Riri uses baby pictures of shuri as her own personal memes.

Riri: *sends picture of Shuri at 5 years old*

Shuri: how the hell did you get that Riri....?

Riri: Don’t worry bout all that.

Riri could say that her head hurts and Shuri would be outside her dorm room in less than 30 minutes. She's extremely over protective over Riri, and wants to make sure she's ok at all times.

Riri smokes but Shuri doesn't. One time Shuri was all up on Riri while she was smoking and got contact high. Shuri is paranoid when high so she kept yelling about how someone was coming to get her and how her face was melting off.

Shuri loves laying on Riris ass. She Just puts her whole head on it like it's a pillow. It became a regular thing in their relationship at some point so Riri doesn't even flinch when she does it.

Riris love language is physical touch so she's always touching Shuri, whether it be them holding hands or Riri kissing all over Shuris face randomly. Shuris love language is quality time so she practically wants to do everything with Riri. She even follows her into the bathroom.

"I'll be right back ima use the bathroom"

"Why can't I come with you?"

"Shuri I'm not bout to play with you."

"So you said you hate me and want me to die?" Shuri said while following Riri to the bathroom anyways.

When Shuri is driving she puts her hand behind the head of Riri’s seat. When Riri is driving she puts her hand on Shuris thigh.

They send each other funny videos while sitting right next to each other. Then they'll look at one another and laugh at the video together.

Whever they get in an argument Riri plays birthday sex by Jeremih and dances like she’s in a 90s rnb music video while playfully serenading Shuri. Shuri finds it so funny and breaks so quickly.

They're both the jealous type. Shuri gets jealous when women get too friendly with Riri and it drives her insane. Riri tries to tell Shuri they're just being cordial. Riri on the other hand gets jealous over little things like Shuri laughing at someone's joke a little too hard for her liking. Shuri knows when Riri is starting to feel jealous because Riri gives her the stankest face ever.

*Shuri laughing at someone's joke*

"It wasn’t that damn funny Shuri."

Riri buys Shuri an "I love my Girlfriend" shirt as a joke but Shuri actually wears it whenever she isn't with Riri.

They have matching tattoos. It's 2 flowers intertwined with their initials underneath it.

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | one

Author's note: So far I had only shared my Mbappé imagines on Wattpad because that’s where I’ve been getting the requests, but since people are liking them so much, I thought about starting to share them here too 😊 Yesterday I posted some kind of masterlist with links to Wattpad, so some of you may have already read this, but I wanted to post it here for people who don’t have an account there, don’t want to open it, or just want to have these imagines archived somewhere. Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

Little summary: you are dating Kylian and PSG is playing against Monaco, your ex's team. He didn't treat you well, and now you fear something bad may happen during the game.

Masterlist

"How was training?"

"Great. I'm ready to kick some Monaco asses tomorrow" Kylian says, sitting on the sofa next to me.

"Monaco..."

"Wait, no, sorry. It was joke. I'm sorry" he says, hugging me. "I had forgotten about him."

"Lucky you" I chuckle.

"It's gonna be ok, you'll see. That jerk won't dare hurting me."

"You don't know that, Kylian. I still haven't forgotten about the texts he sent me when he found out that we were dating. They were fucking scary."

"You should have blocked him the moment you broke up. But hey, they were just words. The words of a coward. Only cowards will treat the person they love the way he treated you" he says, caressing my cheek.

"But what if..."

"I'll be fine. We'll be fine. You are staying home, right?"

"Yeah... I'm too nervous already. If I go to the stadium, it will only get worse."

"And Alex is coming to stay with you, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, I don't want you to be alone. But I'll behave and nothing will happen, I promise. Beyond me scoring a hat trick and dedicate you each goal" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" I reply, kissing his cheek.

It's gonna be ok. It'll be an easy game, PSG will win, Kylian will score, and everything will be ok. It will be.

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Minute 70. PSG wins 2-0, both goals by Kylian. So far the game has been a quiet one and no one has tried to break anyone's legs. But that's just because my ex isn't on the pitch. Yet.

"Oh God" I say when I see that Monaco is doing a substitution after one of their defenders got injured. "He's coming in."

"Maybe they'll put in a striker, they still have time to score a couple of goals" Alex says.

"They won't risk it. He is coming in."

And the moment those words leave my mouth, I see him on tv.

"Kylian said he'll behave, right? He'll be fine, don't worry" Alex says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

"That's what he said, yes" I sigh, my heart already beating too fast.

Minute 88. They haven't crossed paths, my ex busy defending Neymar. But then...

"Penalty!" Alex screams. "That's a freaking penalty! Why do they have to go check the var?"

"Maybe because Neymar is the one who went down?" I chuckle.

"Rude" Alex says.

"It is a penalty for PSG. Kylian Mbappé wants his hat trick" the commentator says.

While he gets ready for it, he notices there is something missing. The most important thing, the ball. And who has it? Yes, you guessed it. My ex.

When he gives Kylian the ball, he says something to his ear, making him laugh at first. But then, he gets really serious, his eyes focused on the goalkeeper.

"That look... Yikes" Alex says. "I would not like to be the goalkeeper right now, he is going to destroy him."

"Urgh, I can't watch" I say, covering my face with my hands.

"Mbappé is ready. He takes a few steps back, a deep breath... And goal! It is a hat trick for Kylian Mbappé against Monaco!" the commentator says.

"He is scored! Look!" Alex says, grabbing me by the arm and shaking me until I'm looking at the screen again. "Awww, he did your thing again. Cute."

"Cute would be the game ending now" I say, trying not to smile but failing. He said he would score three goals and dedicate them to me, and he did.

As he walks back to the centre of the pitch, he crosses paths with my ex again. They start talking, but the chat quikcly turns into an argument, getting closer and closer to each other until they are forehead against forehead like footballers always do. Why? Who knows.

"Oh my God" Alex says as players from PSG and Monaco get around them and try to break them apart. When they finally are able to, Neymar is talking to Kylian, telling him something like "think, use your head", while he says my name and points at my ex.

"I can't watch this anymore" I say, getting up from the sofa and moving to the kitchen.

"It is over" Alex says, joining me a few minutes later.

"Finally" I sigh.

"Do you want me to stay until he is back?"

"Nah, don't worry. I'll probably eat something and go to bed. I've been so tense that I feel as if I've been playing myself."

"Ok" Alex says. "But don't be too harsh on him. He was provoked, too excited after the hat trick, and when you mix it all..."

"He had promised me to do nothing, tho."

"I know, but... Just don't be too harsh, ok?"

"I'll try."

"Will you call me tomorrow?"

"I will. Goodnight, Alex."

"Goodnight."

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"Hey" Kylian says, walking into our room.

"Hi."

"Did you watch the game?" he says, getting in bed next to me and hugging me from behind.

"I did."

"I scored a hat trick like I told you I would."

"I know."

"Are you mad?" he asks after a few seconds in silence.

"No."

"Then why are you being so cold? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Maybe because you also promised that nothing would happen with my ex, yet it did?"

"He started it, I didn't."

"I don't care who started. It still happened."

"I'm sorry" he says, hugging me a bit tighter.

"I hate this. I wish we wouldn't have to see him ever again."

"Well, that may actually happen."

"What?" I say, finally moving to look at him.

"This was our last game of the season against Monaco, we won't be playing against them anymore. But a very reliable source told me that he is leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Turkey" Kylian snorts. "Sorry, sorry. But he isn't playing that much here, and a Turkish team was the only one interested on him."

"And you won't have to play against him anymore?"

"Nope. The team he seems to have signed with doesn't play the Champions League. It is over."

"For real?"

"For real" he says, caressing my cheek. "That jerk won't be bothering us anymore, and now we'll be able to focus on being happy together."

"Finally" I say, letting out a big sigh.

"Will you forgive for the fight, then?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On if the kiss you are about to give me is the best kiss ever" I smirk.

"Lucky you, besides having a hat trick scorer as your boyfriend, he also happens to be a really good kisser. One of the best in France. In Europe. In the world!"

"Yeah, sure" I chuckle.

"Do you want me to show you?" he says with a mischievous smile.

"I'm looking forward to it" I giggle. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me and showing me that, indeed, he is one of the best kissers in France, Europe and the world.

Though if you ask me... He isn't just one of the best. He is the best.