#me when i walk into the rest stop and am hit w the oh yeah this area is White white. u know. like the vibes.

[theriverbeyond]

i think i would enjoy roadtrips a lot more if using a public gendered restroom did not make me feel like i am being hunted for sport

[tojirights]

Pls, I need Alastor and brat taming. 😭

Fem!reader who acts soo cocky around everyone and tells Alastor she isn’t scared of him only for him to respond “you will be.” and he spanks and overstimulates her until she submits to him. The next day she’s walking round the hotel thoroughly avoiding him bc she’s so embarrassed.

a/n: PFFTTT the brat in me is going wild for this one bestie

buy me a coffee?

tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, spanking, slight choking, over stimulation, brat taming, shadow tentacle use, sliiight ass play/double penetration

"dude you're fuckin' scary..." angel physically shudders when alastor rises from the shadows and appears at your side. you raise an eyebrow before laughing at angel. "for real? look at those fluffy ears and little tail! this is scary?" you reach up and boop his ears, which twitch at your touch. he narrows his glare at you, daring you to test him further. "go on, darling. keep belittling me like that and you will know just how scary i am."

you roll your eyes, locking arms with him as he starts to lead you away from angel and the others. "you're all bark, no bite." you continue to prod, poking his cheek with your finger. "stop it." he warns, and his tone is serious, but you just stick your tongue out at him. "i'm not afraid of you, al." you huff with confidence. reaching the door to your room, he pauses. "oh?" his voice cracks through the radio static for a brief moment, and you feel goosebumps rise on your arms. "is that so?"

even though the look in his eyes has you reconsidering your brave behavior, you stand your ground. "yeah, what's so scary about the radio demon, hm? gonna haunt me while the top 20 pop songs play? or i guess you'd only haunt me over some jazz or someth-" your words catch in your throat when alastor's suddenly pushing you against the door to your bedroom, for anyone walking by to see. "you need to learn your place, little one."

with wide eyes, you look up at him. "what are you doing?" you whisper, glancing around the thankfully empty hallway. alastor easily towers over you, caging you against the door. "you should be afraid of me, sweetheart..." he says, low and breathy against your ear. "i think you just need to learn your lesson, that's all." you're about to protest, your hand flat against his chest but then you feel his lips on your skin and you all but melt. "i don't-" you gasp, alastor's teeth scraping against your neck.

"shhh." alastor's hands slide around your body, opening the door and walking you through it. "alastor..." you swallow, about to challenge him more but his hand wraps around your throat before you can. "not another peep until i say so." your mouth opens as alastor pushes you to the bed, but the tug of your pants and underwear stop you. "w-wait!" you scramble, but alastor just chuckles. "not so tough now, are you?"

he rolls your panties up into a ball and in the process, he can feel the wetness your panties have collected. "if you can't handle it, you're more than welcome to admit to me that you are scared, my darling." he teases, but you hold your ground with a glare. "now, as for your punishment... over my knee." he commands, sounding so natural in this demanding tone. you bite your lip, wiggling further onto the mattress and away from him. when he sighs, you can't help but giggle.

but then there's something wrapping around your ankle and sliding you over to alastor's lap. "h-hey wait, no fair!" you whine when you see his shadow tentacle secured around you. alastor chuckles, another tentacle coming up over your mouth. "tap my leg if it's too much." he whispers, and you know he's giving you an out even after your playful disrespect. but your pussy throbs as you're pulled over his leg, bare ass up and ready for him and you're fully invested in this now.

you shudder when alastor's hand rests on your ass before coming down hard on it with a smack. your shriek is mostly muffled by the shadow acting as a gag, especially as the second hit comes faster than expected. wiggling in his lap, you whine against his restraints until you feel something prodding at your pussy and go completely limp as a shadow starts to slowly push inside of you.

eyes wide, you wriggle in his grasp but it only earns you a smack to your other cheek. "just relax, darling. or are you scared?" he pouts above you, watching the way your body reacts to his every touch. his tentacle eases into you, stretching your cunt in such a way that you're seeing stars already. you moan against your gag, jolting when you're hit once again. alastor's large palm rubs the irritated, bright red skin as his tentacle fucks you in slow, languid strokes.

you're certainly not scared, and alastor is well aware of that fact by the way your pussy squelches with every push of his shadow. he can hear how wet you are without even looking. you gasp when you feel yet another tentacle pressing ever so gently against your ass, just prodding the tight muscle but not threating to enter. your head whips around to look at alastor, eyes wide with a tinge of panic, but alastor's smirk is reassuring.

he may be teaching you a lesson here, but he's not a monster and respects your boundaries after all.

"tapping out, my sweet?" he snickers when your wide eyes drop to a glare once again. "that's what i thought." he hums, another smack hitting your abused skin. he's just toying with your ass, the tip of his shadow just barely edging its way in but the pressure itself is enough to start pushing you towards the edge. and when the tentacle slips passed the tight ring of muscle, you can't stop your orgasm from following quickly after.

every nerve in your body rings as waves of pleasure crash over your, your moans barely muffled by alastor's tentacle over your mouth. you swear you've never cum harder ever, and yet alastor doesn't stop. he's still pumping his shadow in and out of your cunt, spreading your wetness all over your inner thighs and even onto his pants. it's almost too much, the fullness of having both holes played with as well as the feeling of being restrained the way you were.

your eyes well up with tears, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins and alastor doesn't seem like he's going to be stopping any time soon unless you tap out.

and you're not a bitch, so tapping out is not an option.

alastor's free hand reaches your other cheek and spreads it apart, giving himself a view of the action in front of him. he'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't throbbing at the sight of his shadow pumping in and out of your slick pussy, prodding your tight ass. you feel so exposed, you can feel his eyes burning through you but that only makes you clench harder. alastor gives your cheek another quick smack and you're a goner once more.

shaking, your second orgasm hits you even harder somehow. your whimpers are barely audible, but loud enough to make alastor groan himself. "fuck, hands and knees, now." he breathes, pushing you off of his lap and quickly undoing his pants just enough to free his aching cock. your restraints are removed, giving you free access to move once more, but you also lose the fullness of the tentacles. its not for long though, as alastor lines his cock up with your leaking pussy

as alastor starts to slide his cock inside, one hand finds your hip while the other pushes your head into the mattress. your thighs shake with every thrust, and your pussy aches from the prior intrustion already but you can't help yourself from pushing back on him. you probably seem desperate, cumming twice already and still eager for more, but alastor has you like putty in his hands. "oooh now see, who's a good little slut, hm?" he coos, fucking into you harder.

you whimper into the blanket, still muffled like earlier but more pronounced now and alastor's ears twitch with every moan. he won't soon forget this little interaction, seeing you so needy and obedient. he smacks each cheek, enjoying your pathetic sounding cries as your body begs for a break. "cum again, darling." alastor grunts, hips slamming into yours in quick strokes. you shake your head, protesting the potential, but alastor's shadow sneaks around your body to play with your clit.

"n-no too much-" you pant, both convulsing with every flick of his tentacle. alastor just clicks his tongue to his teeth. "one more, sweetheart. then, maybe you'll have learned your lesson." you feel every thrust of his cock hitting right against your cervix, your head spinning as alastor works to pull another orgasm from you. "f-fuckk al-" you cry out, pussy pulsing around his cock, tears springing free from the overwhelming pleasure.

alastor's orgasm follows quickly behind you, and he chooses to pull out and paint your reddened ass cheeks with his cum. the red skin, in contrast with the milky white of his seed is a sight he won't soon forget. you whimper with each thick rope of cum hitting your skin before you collapse onto the bed.

you dont remember too much after that, but alastor gets you cleaned up and you're asleep within seconds.

the next day, you walk into the kitchen with your head down. "ah! good morning, sunshine!" alastor chirps, sipping from his coffee cup. you feel everyone's eyes on you, but all you can do is stare at the ground. "shut it, asshole..." you mumble on your way to grab a drink yourself. alastor just smirks. "naww, is someone embarrassed?" he pouts, eyes wide and teasing. "im never talking to you again." you threaten, but alastor hums and ignores your weak threat.

because you're crawling into his bed that night, begging for more.

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[b0y---t0y]

The boy in the laundromat♡

teen!Gojo x Male reader

“I don't see why you have to bring us along”

“He's a scaredy cat”

“I am not!” Gojo yelled back defending himself, Shoko smirked, “Then you should be able to talk to him yourself.” Suguru joined in “You made us haul all this clothes here. Clean clothes.” Gojo pouted “We won't be here long enough if I’m the only one doing my laundry” “You don't even need to do your laundry Satoru. Why are you dragging us to a laundromat. I want to enjoy my summer”

“He’s got a little crush.” Shoko teased.

“Do not!” Gojo Defended

“Do to!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do NOT”

“Do to” Shoko said with Geto joining in

Gojo pouted feeling betrayed “Suguru wha-?!”

Geto shrugged and continued on with his laundry.

“A boring old laundromat…” Geto said unamused, he knew where they were going when Gojo burst into their dorms screaming at them to pack laundry baskets and when he told them halfway there. But he was still unamused and bored. “Does anyone even come here? This place looks dead. ” Shoko asked. Gojo’s face went red “Yes! People come here!”

“Like who?”

“W-well..Sometimes i see some elderly people come.”

“Well obviously it's a laundromat.”

Geto said walking past Gojo into the small building Shoko followed suit with Gojo following soon after.

“Hello..Welcome Sasaki coin laundry..We know it’s hot, but please do not sit in front of the AC. It's not producing a lot of air right now” An uninterested voice says, greeting the trio.

Gojo looked up, his mouth suddenly dry as he stared at him (Name) Sasaki. (Name) was everything Gojo loved. Beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, charming he was likes Gojos prince and he was the princess like a fairy tail. Even if Gojo didn't know him that well. Gojo let out a grunt, shoko hit his stomach with her shoulder “Stop staring and try moving your mouth.”

“Go talk to him” Suguru encouraged. The pair pushed him towards the boy at the counter. He looked down at (Name) flushed unsure of what to say until the boy looked up from his magazine and at him.

“Oh! Hello again.”

“You remember me?..”

“Yeah? You're the guy who spends way too much money to just wash his clothes but you always run off before I can give you your change”

Gojo flushed, the way you remembered him was enough to make him feel warm.

“So are you here to collect your money? Because unfortunately it's probably being spent right now.”

“Oh, no you can keep it..” He says awkwardly he couldn't believe he was actually talking to you

“I’m Satoru Gojo..”

“(Name) Sasaki”

He sighed internally he loved the way you said your last name. Suddenly he wanted it to.

Gojo hears laughing and turns to see Shoko and Geto trying to keep quiet laughing at his attempts to talk to you.

“Oh I see what's going on” You said spotting his friends laughing

“You do?!” Gojo asked surprised, he thought he wasn't being too obvious.

“Yeah, You guys are here to play a prank.”

“What? N-no we're just..”

“I already know the routine it's happened before. You guys send someone to the counter, but a few of you can't keep your giggles in and before I know it I’m doused in water or one of the washing machines is filled with bubbles and I’m left to clean it all up.”

He was worried now. You would hate him before you guys even got to your first date.

“No we're not..they're just laughing at nothing.”

“They were laughing at us.”

You were dead set on your assumption, he had to make you believe they were innocent or you would hate him for the rest of your life.

“No they weren't.”

“There's nothing else funny around here.”

“They're just idiots..We're not gonna prank you. I promise.”

He started at Gojo and a still snickering Shoko and Geto looking them up and down. But the look in Gojo’s eyes made you feel like he was telling the truth, so you sighed and looked up at him.

“Fine, but if I find a washing machine full of soap you're all banned. For life.”

Gojo straightened up “I hear you loud and clear.”

“So are you all washing..that looks like a lot of laundry…”

“Uh yeah..Y’know summer break can definitely get in the way”

You stared at him an eyebrow going up

“That's..definitely something. You and your friends can use those three over there”

Gojo smiled giddily

“Okay”

“If I see soap spilling out remember your all gonna be banned for life”

“Aye aye captain”

He slid a few yen over the counter to you and turned to go to the washing machine

The three huddled at the washing machines

“I knew you weren't gonna do it”

“Well you guys made him feel like we were gonna prank him”

“Watching you talk to him is like free entertainment. Get better at it and it won't be as funny”

“No, don't get better. I love watching you struggle”

“You're the worst”

Gojo glares and turns to the washing machine looking back at (name) and sighing. If he couldn't talk to him at least he could look at him, it was better than nothing.

The trio sat in the laundromat for an hour at most with Gojo trying to prolong their stay to look at (name) more. At this point his friends were bored and hoped he would come to his senses and decide to leave. The pair looked around and noticed the only other patrons were an elderly woman and her grandson who seemed to be talking (name)’s ear off at the counter and a group of teen boys huddled at a washing machine giggling.

“Satoru.” Suguru said pulling the blue eyed boy out of his trance

“Huh?”

“Look.” Shoko said, pointing at the group of boys.

“What are they doing?”

“Why don't you go check it out?”

“Why do I have to?”

“They look shady, they're probably doing something stupid and if you stop it your prince charming will be so grateful and fall in love with you” She snickers and makes fake kissing noises

“Shut up!”

She laughs at his embarrassment.

Gojo rolled his eyes and looked over at the group eyeing them suspiciously before deciding and he got up to walk over to the boys.

He appeared in between two of them placing his arms around their neck

“Hey fellas, what's going on over here?”

the group turned back at him, surprised.

He caught a glimpse of what they were doing before he was pushed back

“It's none of your damn business.”

“Who the hell are you”

He caught his footing and smiled at the group. “Sorry I confused you for someone else sorry”

The boys scowled at him and went back to what they were doing and Gojo walked back over to Geto and Shoko.

“They're planning to play a prank on (name)”

He revealed to his friends “What?” “They're filling the machine with soap and some weird green drink”

“Well go tell your prince charming”

“What?”

“Go tell him he's about to be pranked”

“Why me?”

“You can talk to him again and save the laundromat in the process possibly earning a date”

“Shoko be serious!” He flushed

“I am.”

“We don't think your boyfriend trusts us very much. It has to be you, Satoru. Go”

Geto turned him in the direction of the counter and Shoko pushed him forward, almost causing him to fall.

He walked over to you stiffly and nervously. You were interacting with a small kid. He mustered up all his courage and placed him arm on the counter sliding towards the pair

“Hello again”

“Hey”

“Need help with the washing machine?”

“No.”

“So you just wanna chat?”

“Uhm no..well yeah kinda. I think those guys over there are planning to play a prank”

“What? How are you so sure..?”

“I just saw a glimpse of them messing with the settings using a lot of soap and one of them holding a weird green drink” Gojo explains desperately hoping you’ll believe him.

“It's those guys?”

He smiles, “Yeah”

You sigh and move from the desk walking over to the group.

“Do you boys need help with the machine?”

The group seems to jump at your sudden appearance.

“Nah. We're good” One of the boys says dismissing you. “You haven't paid, and if you aren't get out”

They glared at you before one of the washing machines they were using beeped, the boys snickered and opened one a bunch of soap suds spilling out.

You groaned and opened the other one before the cycle could finish and a bunch of green stuff spilled out all of it getting in your clothes. They boys laughed and ran out of the store. Leaving you with a huge mess to clean up.

Gojo appeared by your side“Oh..sorry”

“It was going to happen anyway.”

“Still sucks”

“You're not wrong about that.”

You walk over to the counter and pull the mop and bucket to start cleaning up the green stuff.

“Do you want any help?”

“No. You and your friends should go. I gotta close the store to clean this up..”

“Oh. Okay”

He walked over to his friends a bit dejected he couldn't help how he planned to

“That didn't go as planned..”

“Yeah. He’s closing we kinda have to go”

“With pleasure If I have to stare at—whatever that is I might throw up” Geto said grabbing his clothes and basket without hesitation.

Shoko followed soon after with Gojo in tow.

He sighed again as they walked out.

“You’ll get him next time” Shoko encouraged

“Gojo!” He turned at the sound of your voice

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” You called and his breath hitched. He smiled wide and answered.

“Yeah.”

“Next Friday?”

“Yeah..”

I'm finally finished THANK GOD! I wanted to contribute to the male reader x gojo community. I know it's shit and I'm sorry but I have EOC's next week and so many projects. But I wanted to get this out I hope a few people enjoy it.

[auras-moonstone]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ but daddy i love him — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 4.4k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: the major's daughter falls for the one person the town hates. despite what everyone thinks of him, she gets to know him and finds herself falling hard and fast.

ᡣ𐭩 content(s): inspired by "but daddy i love him" by taylor swift. "bad boy" and "good girl" trope (kinda). mentions of drugs and theft. chessiness. small town.

Y/n cursed as she frantically searched for a spot on the rink’s parking lot. She'd offered to drop her little brother off to hockey practice and were now running late. Milo complained, exclaiming that the coach was going to let him off the hook—as always. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Y/n asked confused.

“Of course not!” the ten-year-old scoffed. “My teammates already think i’m a spoiled kid that gets aways with anything because his father is the town’s mayor.” 

“I can talk to the coach, if you want. Tell him to stop making differences between you and the rest of the kids.” she offered.

“Wouldn’t that be worse? I am spoiled and I also have my big sister speaking for me.” 

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” Y/n shrugged. “Oh my god a spot!”

“Watch out!” the little boy yelled, and Y/n hit the breaks instantly.

“Holy shit.” Y/n whispered, her whole body stiff. Fingers the shade of paper as they gripped onto the wheel tightly. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” the young man who she almost ran over yelled.

With shaky legs, she exited the car. “I’m so fucking sorry, are you okay?”

“Barely! Are you insane? You almost killed me.” he said, not caring he was raising his voice to the mayor’s daughter. He turned around to check on his little brother, who thankfully had been walking a few steps behind him. 

“I could’ve broken some bones at most, killed you is a big stretch.” she tried for small laugh, but her comment was not appropriate at all. She shouldn’t be taunting Ethan Landry. Hell, she shouldn’t be talking to him at all, but since she almost kill—injured him, there wasn’t much of a choice. “Sorry. It was a joke. A bad one.”

“No, i get it. Even if you had killed me, you’d have gotten away with it. daddy would’ve made sure of that.” he spat bitterly. 

“Woah, calm the fuck down. You should’ve watched where you were walking, too. But I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful” Y/n said, this time looking at the little boy. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, it wasn’t even that close.” he said with a smile, with she mirrored. 

Looking back at ethan, she spoke again. “See? No harm was done. So let’s move on, okay?”

“Of course, your majesty. Whatever you want.” he said sarcastically 

Y/n sighed in frustration. Ethan was making a unnecessary scene. “Seriously, what’s your problem, Landry?”

“What? I’m just agreeing with what you wanted. Isn’t that what everyone does? Oblige to everything the Y/L/N’s say?” 

“You’ve got some serious problems, Landry. But I don’t have to deal with them.” Y/n turned around to get back into the car, where her little brother was watching the argument with close attention. 

“You’re right about that. Lots of problems, starting with your shitty dad.” he spat

“Oh, you wanna talk about shitty dads? I’ve got a lot to say about yours.” she threw back, and even though Ethan Landry was an asshole, she knew she had gone too far. the boy clenched his jaw, grabbed his bag, his little brother’s hand and walked towards the rink. “Ugh. Me and my stupid mouth.”

“Isn’t their dad…” Milo started. 

“Yeah, in jail.” for drug dealing and theft. 

Wayne Bailey had been arrested precisely six months ago. He used to be a well-respected member of the community, the town's cop. Then, he shocked everyone when he was caught selling drugs to teenagers. When the police searched his car, they did not find only drugs, but also money and objects that he had stolen from other neighbors. 

He was now sentenced to life imprisonment. But Wayne’s crimes did not only cost his freedom, it also costed his family everything. With no one willing to employ Wayne’s ex wife or older son, the Landrys lost their home and were forced to move into a trailer. The whole town turned their backs on the three members of the family, even though they were innocent. No one believed they were oblivious to Wayne’s activities, and so they became the outcasts. 

Thankfully, the owner of the hockey rink—who was Ethan’s mother friend from school—offered Ethan a job there. They weren’t suddenly well-off again, but now they didn’t have to skip meals. Ethan knew they couldn’t always depend on his salary and the money that had saved up, and since there were not any more job offers there, they would have to leave town. For now, they needed to keep holding on.

“I think you should go and say sorry.” Her little brother spoke

“Yeah, I should” she sighed. 

“I don’t know why people are so mean to them. They’re not what their father did.”

Y/n smiled at her brother fondly. “I don’t know either, Milo. Do you talk to Wes?”

Milo frowned “I try to, but he’s very closed off. The other kids, tho…. They’re not so nice.” 

“I think a friend would do him good.”

Milo nodded eagerly. “I’d like to be his friend. He seems cool. But you need to try with Ethan, too.”

Now, that was another thing. Wes was an innocent little kid, Ethan on the other hand, looked like he'd bite your head off if you got close to him.

“Um, I don’t know. He’s kinda rude to me...”

“He’s always on guard, I guess. Can you blame him?  Our father was the one who sent his father to prison, and instead of helping the family he lets everyone exclude them. Besides, I see him with his brother. He seems good. Spends a lot of time working.”

He did have a point. They were left adrift, with no help or given the chance to rebuild their lives. They were denied the right to be heard. 

“You’re so wise, did you know that?” She smiled sweetly. 

“I have my moments.” the little boy smiled back. 

They both entered the rink, and Y/n took a deep breath before going to go look for Ethan. She found him cleaning tables at the buffet. 

“Hey...” She started, making him look at her and roll his eyes. “Don’t give me an attitude, I’m here to apologize.” he continued to ignore her, and she frustratedly sat on the table he was cleaning. 

“i’m working, Y/n. And since this is the only place that welcomes me, I’d like to keep my job.” 

“I’ll help you clean, but please listen to me.” he huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Wow, hello biceps, Y/n took in his arm muscles. 

“Well? Are you done ogling me?” he smirked, and shit, the room turned hot—and that was saying something since the rink was cold as hell. 

“Yeah—I mean, no—I mean I was not ogling you.” she cleared her throat, blushing all over. “Anyways. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line, especially considering Wes was there. That was an asshole thing to say, and I’m not an asshole.” 

Ethan was surprised. Not by the apology, but the sincerity behind it. She was not saying sorry to keep her good girl image, she was genuinely regretful of her words. In return, Ethan spoke with the truth. 

“I’m sorry, too. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t mean that about your dad, but I shouldn’t have attacked you like that. I misplaced my anger on you, when you were just apologising for almost killing me.” 

She groaned “Oh dear god, I wouldn’t have killed you, drama queen.” that made him laugh, and the action surprised them both. “You laughed.” Y/n gasped.

“I was scoffing, not laughing.” he tried to defend himself.

“No, that was a full wrinkle-in-the-eyes laugh. I made Ethan Landry laugh.”

“I was laughing at your frustration.“

She shrugged “A win is a win.” 

“Talk is over. Let’s clean.” he handed her the cloth. 

“Can I put on some music?”

“Absolutely not.” He refused.

She ignored him. “Taylor Swift it is.” 

“Just turn on your car and kill me already.” He muttered, but her company made his insides flutter. Not that he was ever going to admit it. 

After two hours of doing multiple tasks, Y/n collapsed on a chair. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and she felt disgusting. Her respect for Ethan raised every minute she watched him work his ass off. This sweaty man in front of her was left to take care of his whole family at only 20 years old, in a town where everyone would throw him to the wolves if they had a chance. And here he was, standing on his feet despite everything. 

“I’m sorry.” She said, making him frown. “I’m sorry you’ve been left all alone, and my father did nothing to help.”

Ethan shook his head. “It’s not on you, and please, I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m allowed to feel impotence. It’s not fair what happened to you.”

“I know it’s not fair, but what can I do about it now? I have no choice. I have to work as many hours as I can, I have to support my mom and my brother. Hell, I have to save money so that he can go to college and also save money so we can leave town and settle somewhere else, somewhere we are welcomed and can live in peace.” 

That made her heart swell. “We’re going to make it happen. I’ll help you.”

“No. I told you, I don’t want your pity and I’m not a charity case.” He spat angrily. "And I don't want to be your project. If you're bored, adopt a puppy, I don't know but don't play with me."

Ethan tried to walk away, but she grabbed his arm. “Don’t be stubborn, Ethan. And you don't need to keep your guard up with me anymore. Listen to me, you’re not a charity case. You are a person whose life turned, unfairly, into hell. I want to help you, Ethan. Let me. If you don’t do it for yourself, think about Wes and your mother.”

“How are you going to help, Y/n? You’re the mayor’s daughter, but do you have any kind of power?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. But I want to try. I’m going to talk to my father, and if it doesn’t work, then we’ll see. But you don’t have to do everything on your own.”

He stared down at her in awe, but before he could express his gratitude, both their siblings came running towards them in between giggles. Ethan’s heart warmed at that, at seeing his brother be a kid so freely, having his first friend. How were those two people related to the man who had turned his back on his family? 

“Hey, little monsters. How was practice?” Y/n asked

“Wes did a hat trick! He’s so cool.” Milo beamed and Wes blushed.

“Good job!” They high-fived “We should celebrate. Let’s go have lunch, it’s on me.” She said. 

“Can we, Eth?” Wes asked, brown eyes filled with hope. 

The older brother turned to look at the girl, and seeing her expectant smile, he couldn’t deny it. “Let’s go.”

Having lunch with the two Landry brothers became a routine. Everyday after practice they made their way to the buffet and talked for hours. Ethan was warming up to Y/n, she guessed it took time to detached her from his father, but it was happening. They hadn’t been seen together in public, she was sure everyone was going to make a big deal out of it, and Ethan didn’t need that. She didn’t want to scare him off, because she happened to really really like the boy. Much more than she could’ve ever imagined. Turns out, though, he was afraid Y/n was ashamed of him, and that’s why she didn't suggest they went out to a public restaurant.

The doubt was consuming him, and one day he just exploded. “Are you ashamed of me?” He asked while they cleaned. That’s another habit Y/n had taken. She loved to help him work. 

Y/n froze. “What?! No. Where’s this coming from?”

“I just… we always have lunch in private, where no one can see us. I can’t help wondering…”

“No. Absolutely not, why would I be ashamed?” She asked confused.

“I’m the son of a thief and a drug addict. Everyone things that I'm a drunk because I drank too much one time, after my father was sentenced to a life in prison. Everyone thinks I'm violent because I punched one guy who was talking shit about my family. I’m the boy who lives in a trailer. Everyone in this town avoids me like the plague.” 

“You’re also the man who works countless hours to support his family. You’re the man who is raising his own brother. You’re the man who steps out of his trailer, proudly, to go to work on a town that it’s too judgmental for their own good. Ethan, if there’s something I don’t feel about you is shame.”

Ethan was left speechless. A few seconds later, he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you.”

She enjoyed his embrace and smiled happily. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s go have lunch on an actual restaurant.”

The whispers and stares were harsh and not subtle at all, but neither Ethan or Y/n cared. Y/n couldn’t tear her gaze away from Ethan, the way he was with his brother, all soft smiles and gentle. Sweet. She had the greatest urge to take her camera and capture the moment, but that would be weird.

“You have drool on your chin.” Her brother whispered

Y/n snapped out of it. “Shut it.”

“Someone has a crush.” He sang under his breath, and she kicked him under the table. “You would look cute together.”

“It’s never going to happen. He hates our family.”

“What are you two whispering over there?” Ethan asked.

“Nothing.” Y/n said quickly, blood rushing into her cheeks, while her brother replied “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Smartass.” Ethan teased the little boy.

“How dare you speak to him like that.” Hannah, a middle aged woman said. 

“It was just teasing” Y/n intervened. “It’s okay.” 

“No one should speak to the mayor’s son like that. Especially not someone like you.” the lady scrunched her nose, as if she had smelled something rotten. 

“With all due respect, this conversation doesn’t concern you, Miss. We’re all friends teasing each other.” Y/n tried to tell her off without coming across as rude. After all, she was still the mayor’s daughter, and every action of her could damage her father’s image. 

“Friends with him? A delinquent? A drunk?” the woman said horrified. 

And politeness begone. “Okay, well, I’ve ran out of patience.” she stood up to face Hannah. “I don’t know what made you think you had the right to question my personal life, but mind your own business. Last time I heard, you, your husband and his secretary have quite a situation to deal with. So go solve that and leave us alone.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, and if I ever hear you insult Ethan or his family again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Understood?” 

“But-“

“Understood?” she repeated firmly. The lady gave a quick nod and walked away. When Y/n turned around she found the three boys staring at her with open mouths. 

“Dad’s so going to kill you.��� Milo said. 

Next thing she knew, Wes jumped out of his seat and locked his arms around her. “No one’s ever stood up for us like that. Thank you.” 

A lump formed in her throat. Whatever lecture was waiting for her back at home, she could deal. It was more than worth it. 

“Thank you.” Ethan said softly, eyes all shiny. 

So, so worth it. 

She hung onto that thought when Milo and her entered the house and their father was waiting with his jaw clenched and crossed arms. “Milo, to your room.”

“No, I’m staying.” the little boy said stubbornly.

“Your room. Now.” The mayor said with impatience.

Y/n sighed. “It’s okay, Milo. Go.”

“Explain yourself.” Her father demanded once Milo was out of sight. 

“Wow. The rumors flew faster than the one of Mr. Smith’s affair with his secretary.” She let out a humorless laugh.

“How could you speak to Hannah like that?” 

“She was shit talking to my friend. I was polite at first, but she somehow got the impression it was okay to tell me who I should hang with.”

“Your friend? You mean Ethan Bailey? The son of the person who stole from us?” His voice started to rise.

“It’s Ethan Landry now, dad. He changed his last name because his father disappointed him more than he did you.”

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you’re defending that boy! You’re out of your mind. And I forbid you of talking to him ever again.”

“Well, too bad. Because I’m going to keep seeing him. Because guess what? I like him. I really like him, and Milo likes him too.” 

“If I hear you got close to him again, I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” She yelled. “Disown me? Kick me out? Do it!”

“I will not have a daughter who befriends a criminal family.” He said sternly.

“Would you just hear me for one second? Let me tell you his side of the story.” She pleaded.

“I know all I need to know about that family.”

“You’re just as empty headed as the rest of this town.” She scoffed and stormed out.

Her father stopped acknowledging her presence. The only good thing? Milo was giving him the same attitude, which was quite entertaining. But the silent treatment was too much, so she decided to go for a run. She felt both disappointed and angered. That was it? Was her father going to ignore her existence until she stopped seeing Ethan? She knew one thing—she was not giving up without a fight.

The sound of a motorbike stopping next to her pulled her out her thoughts. Y/n’s eyes widened as she recognized the driver. “Ethan?”

“Hi. I’ve been calling your name for almost two blocks.” He said while taking off his helmet. His brown strands of hair were pointing at different directions, and she thought it made him look frustratingly beautiful. And him riding a motorbike? Magazine cover worth it. 

“You look so good.” She couldn’t help blurt out. 

Ethan smiled smugly. “Thanks. Wanna go for a ride?” Y/n nodded excitedly, and Ethan put a helmet on her. “Hold on tight.”

Didn’t need to tell her twice. The wind blowing, adrenaline running through her veins and Ethan’s warm and hard body plastered against her front, she wanted to stay on the bike forever. They stopped by a hill, and stayed silent as they watched the sunset.

“You looked lost in thoughts before, did something happen?” Ethan asked.

“My father refuses to speak to me.”

“Because of me.” Ethan affirmed.

“Because of him.” She corrected.

“Because of something that involves me.” Ethan sighed. “This is stupid, Y/N. I don’t want you to get into a fight with your dad because of this. Let’s just forget it and go back to what we were months before.”

“No” Y/n said without hesitation. 

“Y/n/n…”

“Ethan, I’m not giving up because he’s giving me the silent treatment. Seriously, what do you take me for?” She scoffed. “If you thought it was going to be easy, then you’re more of an idiot than you look.”

He let out a laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have so many suggestions.” 

He looked down at her and smirked. “Don’t let the wine moms hear you. They’re going to think I’ve corrupted you.”

“But you have corrupted me, Landry. Making me ride a bike, throwing suggestive comments, making out against a bike…”

“We’ve not mad-“ he was cut off by her lips on his. It was just a short peck, letting him decide if he wanted to continue this or if she had made the wrong move. But she only had to wonder for two seconds before he kissed her back with passion. Y/n’s fingers tangled on his short strands while his hand explored her back and waist. When they pulled back, they smiled at each other. “Wow.”

“Thanks, I’ve received praises before.” And he actually growled at that, which made her burst out laughing. “Did you just growl?!”

“What have you done to me? You’ve gotten me growling like a possessive asshole, smiling, laughing, having so much fun. And you make me feel… lighter. I don’t feel the usual pressure, and it’s stupid, but you got me feeling hopeful.”

“You’re crazy if you think that after that, there’s any chance I’ll quit trying to help you. My father is not a bad person, and I know that sooner or later I’ll show him the truth.”

“You don’t know how thankful I am you almost killed me in that parking lot.”

“Always the same damn discussion.” She rolled her eyes, and he smiled fondly.

“I don’t know if it’s too soon to say it, but I love you, Y/n/n” he caressed her cheek. “Everything is so much better since you’re in my life.” 

“I love you so much. I promise I’ll give you everything you deserve.”

Ethan stopped his bike one block away from Y/n’s house. The ear-splitting sound of the vehicle made some heads turn and they could see some people peeking through their windows. 

“Jesus christ, it’s like they’ve no life whatsoever.” Ethan mumbled. 

“It’s a small town, they really don’t. They say they want what’s best for me. Judgmental creeps. Wanna give them a scene?” she whispered in his ear. 

“If you keep whispering in my ear, they’ll definitely see something that’ll haunt them for the rest of their lives.” 

Y/n bursted out laughing, and Ethan smiled. He turned his head to press his lips against hers. 

What a mess she’s got herself into.

Stay away from her. 

His poor father, what must he be thinking?

Were some of the words the neighbors spoke, but it was just white noise to the newly established couple.  

A throat was cleared, and Y/n pulled away, recognising it. Her dad was standing stone faced before them. She felt Ethan’s heart pumping wildly under her palm. 

“Dad.” 

“Inside. Both of you.” he said sternly. The two followed like little kids. “How do I know you’re not using my daughter to clear your image?” He went straight to the point when they entered the living room. 

“I was the one who approached him.” Y/n argued

“Are you his spokeswoman? Is he mute?” She shook her head. “Then let him speak. I was asking him.”

For the first time in his life, Ethan’s hands shook with nervousness. Y/n’s dad already hated him, and though he wasn’t the mayor's biggest fan, he wanted to be in good terms with him. For his and Y/n’s relationship.

“Sir, I know you don’t have the best image of me.” Even though you did nothing wrong, Y/n whispered under her breath. “And I know you don’t trust my words. But I won’t ever do anything to hurt the one person who believed in me, who is selflessly trying to make my life better, even if it costs her relationship with his father. I can keep working endless shifts, keep living on a trailer, but I know that my life would be truly miserable without her.” 

How can he say such sweet things so easily? She wondered, eyes clouded with tears. Her father nodded, not even a minuscule expression on his face. Damn, if that didn’t bring him to his knees it was a lost case.

“Dad, I love you. I know we’re having some differences right now. But I want you to know that you’re not changing my mind about Ethan. I know the kind of person he, his mother and his brother are, and it’s nothing like the people in town say. I love him, dad, and I hope you’re willing to get to know him, too.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” She said loudly than expected. “Sorry, too loud. But what do you mean by that?”

“We talked to Wayne. He said he did his shady business far away from his house, not wanting to get his family involved. We also corroborated with his partners, and there weren’t any inconsistencies. Which means that I let my mind be clouded by what the town said, and that’s a huge mistake on my part. I should have asked more questions.”

“You and the police.” Y/n corrected

“Yes. And action is going to be taken. We’ll start by giving Ethan’s mother back her job.” 

“Really?” Ethan’s voice cracked, Y/n’s hand took his and she kissed it.

“Yes. And I know it looks like I’m buying your forgiveness, but it’s a repair for all the months that I've left you stranded.” He gave Ethan some keys. “It’s from the house a couple of blocks away. I couldn’t get back your old one, but this one is much nicer.”

“You bought us a house?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes, your brother and mother need a nice place to stay. Especially now that you’re going away.”

Both teenager’s face fell. “You’re sending him away? That’s your condition?” Y/n asked disappointed. 

“No, it’s not a condition. But I’d be surprised if he rejected the opportunity to study at NYU with you.”

She launched herself at her father. “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Thank you. Thank you so much.” 

“Ethan? What do you say?” The mayor asked him, seeing as he was left speechless. 

Ethan silently stood up and made his way to him. “Yes. Of course, yes. To everything.”

“There is one condition, though.” 

“Dad, don’t ruin it.” She sighed. “You’re in no position to ask for demands”

“I think I forgot to teach you to listen to people before you judge.” Y/n raised an eyebrow. Her father grimaced. “Right. I see the hypocrisy in my words. The point is, my condition is that you take care of her.”

“Always. You can trust me on that.” Ethan replied with no doubt.

“I do. All I want for my daughter is to be loved like you love her.” The couple smiled at each other. “I’d really appreciate if you didn’t take her on rides, thought.”

“But he looks so hot driving the bike.” 

Her father shuddered. “I’m not ready for this. I’m leaving.”

“The old trick.” She smiled smugly

“So we can make it official now, huh?” He hugged her by the waist.

“Ethan Landry, you’re crazy if you think my father’s blessing was going to stop me from parading your pretty face around town.”

Ethan bent down to kiss her “Parading me? I think it’s the other way around.” 

“No, you’re the pretty one. I’m the smart one.” 

“Fine, I’ll take it.” He laughed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Now, can I take a picture of you on that bike?” 

[eve209]

‼️‼️SMUT WARNING CAUSE IM PISSED‼️‼️

FOR SOME BACK STORY: on Roblox I got banned for a day then when I was logging back in it wouldn’t let me do to the 2 step vari so….I’m mad rn tbh and I wanna fuck Roblox

ROBLOX X TOP MALE READER

THIS FANFIC IS JOKE PLS (kinda short)

(Update that account got deleted…)

‼️WARINGS‼️ punishment, spanking, light choking, degrading, little praise here and there, daddy kink (only 2 times though), pet names, mirror fucking, almost gettin caught, sir kink.

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“FUCKING HELL DUDE” I said bashing my head on my keyboard then looking back up at the screen in front of me.

“What are you mad about this time?” My homie,  Kayden on the call said while chucking.

“Ya know how got ban from Roblox yesterday?”

“Mhm”

“well now I’m trying to log in and it says I have to have a 6 digit code that got sent to my email and I didn’t hook a FUCKING EMAIL ON MY ACCOUNT.”

“PFFFFFF HAHAHA, do ya want me to come over and help with it? Maybe I can spend the night or somethin.” Alex said while I heard him shuffling for something, probably his phone.

“But then I have to wait 45 minutes for you to drive here tf am I going to do in the mean time!?” I said while stretching out my arms and pushing my gaming chair back with my feet till it hit my bed while still having my headset on.

“It’s ok dude your gonna live im packing rn so hold tight and jerk off or somethin.” Alex said.

“BRO WTF-“ I said while getting cut off by the end call sound.

“Fucking hell…” I said breathing out but again getting interrupted by a strange noise coming from the pc. Bringing my head back down from looking up at the ceiling while everything started to violently shake around me.

“What the fuck is happening!” I said gripping the arm rests of the chair then closing my eyes and waiting for everything to be over.

….

…….

Suddenly everything stopped. ‘What the fuck..’ I thought opening my eyes slowly while feeling pressure on my lap.

“Hi there! I heard you are having a hard time logging into your Roblox account! May I help you in anyway to satisfy you?” A soft male voice said above me while I was looking my lap seeing tight, outlined thighs with a small bulge in between.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” I said looking up, following the tanned body that’s connected to the thighs I was checkin out earlier.

“Oh I’m sorry dear! I’m Roblox! I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself! Your having trouble right? Well I’m here to take that trouble away!” Said Roblox while holding an iPad, still sitting on my lap.

“Y-yeah I am having trouble. My names (M/n) by the way..” I said lightly grabbing his waist so his ass can stop grinding on my dick.

“Yep! I already know that but thank you for reminding me!” He said but then quickly adding onto it while starting to turn around to the PC, “What seems to be the problem sir?”

‘Fuck…’ I thought while still holding on to his waist. The sight of his round, squish-able ass on my covered dick kinda turned me on. ‘I never knew a fucking app could have such a fuckable ass…’

“Um sir, what you do need help with?” Roblox said while slightly turning his body to the side to look at me.

“Oh yeah um I can’t log into my Roblox account because it says I need a six digit code thats sent to my email but it didn’t send me it so I don’t know what to do.” I said scratching the back of my head while looking up at him, still on my lap.

“Oh well are you sure that you checked your inbox?”

“I’m pretty fucking sure…” I said tilting my head back.

“Well then I’m sorry sir but I don’t know how to help you then…you probably turned on two-step verification and didn’t put an email to go with it!” Roblox said, moving his body to face me again while resting his hands on my chest, and looking at me.

With a deep sigh coming from my mouth, I moved my hands to go under his butt and stood up while still holding him and walking to my bed and placing Roblox in the middle of it.

“Um sir! W-what are you d-doing!” Roblox said moving his hands to clutch the pillow, his head was laying on.

“You said you were here to take my trouble away right?” I said, taking off my hoodie I had on.

“Y-Yes! That’s what I’m here for, but what are you doing!” Roblox said with a worried look.

“Well I have some trouble with my dick and I think you would be perfect and you need a punishment for not doing your job right.” I said putting a hand next to Roblox’s face and looking down on him. “How does that sound princess?” I said slipping my hand down to grab his ass.

POV NOW IN 3RD PERSON

“But sir- MHMM!~” Roblox stuttered before (M/n) smashed his lips onto his roughly and slipped his tongue in his mouth.

As (M/n) was taking his sweatpants and boxers off, he took his tongue out of Roblox’s mouth to replace them with two of his own fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at how hard my dick is because of you.” (M/n) said, grabbing his cock and jerking himself off while taking his fingers out of Roblox’s mouth and entering his fingers in his tight hole. After stuffing his fingers in, (M/n) immediately started to thrust his fingers faster and harder making Roblox scream in pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, Roblox’s tight hole was already nice and loose, which once (M/n) realized this, he took his fingers out and stopped jerking his massive cock off. “Fucking hell, do you know how much time and money I put in that stupid fucking account since I was like 10?” (M/n) said, grabbing Roblox’s neck, choking him, and leaning down to slide his tongue around Roblox’ s face cheek.

“P-please sir! I’m s-so sorry I couldn’t help but I-!~ AH!” Roblox said before getting cut off by (M/n) thrusting his cock into Roblox’s pathetic hole, making Roblox cum right then and there.

“S-shit Baby your still so fuckin tight after fingering your hole for 10 minutes, goddamn slut.” (M/n) said til grabbing onto his neck. Roblox couldn’t even get a breather, nor thought in before (M/n) started thrusting fast into Roblox, making their skin slap together.

“AHH~! DADDY PLEASE!~~ it’s to much! Please daddy I just c-came! Wait wait w-wait!” Roblox said tears of overstimulation and pleasure running down his face.

“God princess, just take it.” (M/n) said while smacking Roblox’s ass.

After 20 minutes of thrusting, choking, degrading and praise, (M/n) still hasn’t came deep inside Roblox like he wants! Unlike (M/n), Roblox has came 3 times already, almost passing out. “F-fuck what a good boy you are baby, such a big dick for a tight ass like yours and your still taking it.” (M/n) said smirking as Roblox arched his back.

“Fuck! S-sir! I-it’s to m-much! Ah!~” Roblox said screaming as (M/n)s dick reached the deepest part of him.

*knock knock knock*

….

“Who the fuck….” (M/n) said stopping, but not pulling out of Roblox. Roblox whimpered,  tightening around (M/n)s cock. Breathing heavily, Roblox asked (M/n) “W-why did y-you st-“. “HEY DUDE WTF ARE YOU DOING??” Kayden said still knocking on the door.

“F-fuck um ONE SECOND LET ME GO TAKE A SHOWER!” (M/n) said covering Roblox’s mouth in the process.

“NAH MAN WTF I WAS JOKING ABOUT YOU JERKING OFF YOU FREAK” Kayden said, laughing and fidgeting with the door.

“BRO STFU I HATE U I DIDNT DO THAT” (M/n) said picking up Roblox and walking to his bathroom in his room. Quickly turning the shower on and sitting on the lid of the toilet. (M/n) breathes and slaps Roblox’s butt and throws his head back before looking at Roblox and whispering..

“You think you can be quiet?”

[onlyrains]

hey there, i'd like to request a writing for yasushi if you don't mind. prompt can be up to you (surprise me!) thank you 🙌

a/n: i'm back with a request from a loooong time ago😫 i'm sorry for being inactive these past few months. life was harsh and now i'm trying to reorganized everything. thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!🩵

[9:16am]

—t/w: harsh words

smells of roses, blinding lights, and an odd repeating sound were things that came to your senses once you tried to crack open your eyes. it was heavy and hurts, but you gave all your strength to blink and think as you conclude that it wasn't your room.

clack.

someone entered your room and walked straight to the window on your right to close curtain so the lights would be more bearable for you.

"exc-"

"AAAAAH-" the man blurted out.

you really wanted to react the same but you felt something strangling your neck so only your eyeballs could follow his movements.

"you're sober!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"yeah, i think i am…?"

"wait, i'll call the doctor.” then he ran.

couple minutes later you found yourself being checked by several nurses and a doctor. they said you were okay and your condition was already stable—much better than before—which made you more confused.

“what happened to me?” you asked. a little hesitant at first but you couldn't fight the curiosity within you. he turned to make sure the doctor was gone and closed the door.

“you don't remember anything?”

“i remembered i was on my way home…” you stopped and so were your memory.

“you were hit by a car…”

“huh?” you almost turned your head to him but the throbbing neck muscle held you back.

he looked down before continuing. “my friend was testing his new car with me. we thought it was safer at midnight, we were wrong, we know that. he didn't see you crossing the road and … you know what happened next.”

you tried to proceed his words in your head but nothing came to your conclusion. it felt like your brain was stop working.

“w-when was it?” you asked startling.

“two days ago.”

“oh…”

“he tried to meet your family but it looks like you live alone…”

you weren't say a thing. nor did a thing. you were just staring blankly.

“but don't worry he will be responsible for all your care in this hospital.” yasushi added.

“where is he?”

“who?”

“your friend, who hit me.”

he sighed. “at work. he worked all day to pay your treatment and i'll be here all day to help you with anything you want.” a small reassuring smile painted on his lips.

you wanted to let your wrath out. to shout on his face. to pull his dry, damaged, neglected hair. to poke his doe eyes that constantly looking down. to punch his pursed lips. you really wanted to.

but you couldn't—physically and mentally.

thinking that they were responsible enough to paid the hospital costs and even take care of you 24/7 with that guilty expression, somehow melted your heart. moreover, you could finally rest from everything just as you wanted to without resigning from your work. you hadn't had a free day in two months and couldn't even take a furlough. so as silly as it sounds, this wasn't too bad for your sanity.

“he would come after work but it could be very late.”

“what's his name?”

“kiyoshi.”

“and you?”

“yasushi.”

you nodded. “how about you? didn’t you should be at work too?”

“we are actually students,” your eyes almost leave its place. “you know oya kou?” oh, the world must be joking with me.

“yeah, i know.” you can tell from his looks, honestly. but his demeanor didn't match it up at all so the thought wasn't even cross your head. of course you knew how brutal the student there. but was it because of his guilt? because of his—

“YASUSHI, IS SHE STILL UNCONSCIOUS?” you heard a slammed door with a loud voice entering your room. oh, maybe these are the real ones.

“shut the fuck up!” yasushi groaned. oh, there he is.

your three new visitors came up to you with a wonder look.

“hello?” you voiced.

“AHHH! she's alive!” the loudest one exclaimed.

“of course, you idiot!”

“don't be so loud, jamuo.” tsukasa added.

“are you … okay?” fujio asked, still with his curious look.

“no.” you replied quickly.

“of course.”

“i'm sorry, they are my friend. this is fujio, jamuo, and tsukasa.”

you nodded. “from oya kou too?”

“so you already know.” tsukasa interrupted made you tried to turn your head to see him.

yasushi quickly held your head still. “d-don't move your head too fast.” you knew your forehead was full of bandage but you could still feel his thumb brushing your temple a bit. why is this making it less hurting?

“okay.” you said quietly.

“…”

“i'm sorry this is happen to you.” tsukasa interrupting again but this time was very necessary—as he noticed yasushi's sudden tension.

your eyes now met tsukasa's.

“yasushi and kiyoshi are our friend, and here, fujio, is the student leader of oya kou. so we're here to make sure you're okay too and apologize properly.” the four of them started to stand together and then bowed to you for a few seconds. you just stared as much as you wanted to reciprocate.

“it's okay.” you said then they back to stood again.

jamuo sighed. “anyway, what a unique way to meet your crush, yasushi. finally, after a year of waiting.” he held his laugh.

yasushi turned with a unreadable expression. that was his last straw.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

and again. you just blinked and watched as much as you wanted to react to the announcement.

[eccentricgrace]

silly texts || peter parker

summary: as you could guess. a compilation of silly texts between peter and co.

tags: humor, fluff, memes, texting fic

wc: 1,686

cross-posted on wattpad under the same name!

fos crew

arachkid: dude i cannot keep swinging past madison square garden

arachkid: i don't even know how it's possible but they keep thinking i'm not real and now i have an ice-cream stain on my suit

Nedward: DID THEY THROW ICECREAM AT YOU

Nedward: LMFAOOOOOOO

arachkid: i just don't understand how would i be a fake

arachkid: i am literally IN THE AIR

em jay: average new yorker versus common sense

Nedward: If only they could see your glorious muscles from the ground

Nedward: then there would be no doubt

arachkid: i'm so tired 😭

em jay: are you coming to class tmrw peter

arachkid: yeah! why

em jay: think about it

arachkid: thinking

need leds

peper partker: help

need leds: Tomorrow is decathlon lol

fos crew

arachkid: yes im coming to decathlon

em jay: Ned.

Nedward: he ASKED

em jay: i'm putting you both next to flash

em jay: table for people with no backbone

arachkid: ☹️

Nedward: Booo! Flash is gonna make me answer his quiz questions if you sit me next to him

arachkid: what's the quiz on

Nedward: history

arachkid: he's asking you for history???

em jay: may his grades rest in peace

Nedward: [attached image]

em jay: lol

arachkid: ohs hit got to go i hear distress

Nedward: "i hear distress" bro thinks he's an avenger

em jay: honorary avenger

Nedward: Dont get shot again tho pete thanks for keeping our city safe n all that 🫡

em jay: the fact that you have to say "again"

Nedward: HES JUST

Nedward: I THOUGHT HE COULD DUCK BULLETS AND STUFF

Nedward: THE LITERAL BLOOD STAINS ON MY CARPET SAYS OTHERWISE

em jay: skill issue just clean blood better

Nedward: you say that like you just KNOW how to clean blood. like that's a normal thing

em jay: think about it

Nedward: Thinking

Nedward: shit nvm I cant even ask Peter for backup bc he's on patrol

Nedward: I'm just gonna go with the cool mysterious idea that you're up to some shady business and I'm not going to ask questions about it

em jay: [attached image]

em jay: ok i KNOW you took a health class

em jay: the american education system is terrible but don't let me down like this

Nedward: OHHHH

Nedward: the monthly witch's sacrament

em jay: everyday i ask god why i'm friends with you two and everyday she refuses to answer me

arachkid: i was gone for five seconds hwhat

em jay: welcome back public enemy no1 what was the distress

arachkid: ok i'm gomna choose not to read into what you just called me there

arachkid: anyways hotdog guy arguing w the slushy guy again

Nedward: AINT NO WAY

em jay: ???again?????

Nedward: MJ DO YOU NOTCKNOW ABOUT THE SLUSHY HOTDOG FEUD

em jay: wtf are you talking about

em jay: wait is this what you meant when you told me the other day to not buy hotdogs off 3rd ave

arachkid: no that's different

Nedward: Wait What's wrong w the hotdog stand on 3rd

arachkid: i've had to talk to him like three times on patrol to stop creeping on girls that r walking by

em jay: gross. what's his ip

em jay: ned

Nedward: Are you trying to get me to use my powers for evil

em jay: does this look like evil-doing to you

Nedward: .

Nedward: Give me one second

arachkid: no need

arachkid: Mr stark is already taking care of it

arachkid: so if he suddenly goes missing don't question it too much

em jay: won't need to question it at all if i get to him first

arachkid: terrifying!

Nedward: I love that it's not directed at us anymore though

em jay: ok but can we go back to the 'slushy dog' feud peter you still haven't answered what the hell that means

arachkid: oh yeah so basically on 71st st there's this slushy guy that keeps coming up with the most disgusting flavors i've ever imagined in my life

arachkid: last time i swung by this guy was doing pickle slushies or something like i can't make this stuff up

Nedward: [attached image]

Nedward: FOUL

Nedward: Didnt you say one time he had done toothpaste slushy

arachkid: yes.

em jay: hm

arachkid: so slushy guy is infamous in that part of the neighborhood basically

arachkid: but then there's HOTDOG GUY

Nedward: Hotdog guy MVP

arachkid: he's new i think?? but he strolled up and he's like, he's the most serious hot dog guy

arachkid: like ever, probably

em jay: can one be serious about hot dogs?

arachkid: this guy can. this guy can

arachkid: apparently he's from chicago so he's like, he makes chicago hot dogs ?? and he hates slushy guy. he literally. he hates slushy guy so much

arachkid: and slushy guy is so funny abt it bc he keeps setting up right next to him and asking him about whether he thinks mustard or ketchup slushies would be a hit and rhat they could be business partners

arachkid: i have had to break up a fight like every two weeks it's insane

em jay: enemies to lovers slow burn 500k word

Nedward: Whaf does that mean💀

em jay: you're unbelievable

arachkid: [attached image]

le artiste

sunshine incarnate: MJ

sunshine incarnate: MJ

sunshine incarnate: MJ

le artiste: what

le artiste: are u ok

le artiste: are you dying

sunshine incarnate: no

le artiste: no you're not ok or no you're not dying

sunshine incarnate: no i'm fine

sunshine incarnate: can you help me i'm doing lit homework

le artiste: sorry i can't read

sunshine incarnate: MJ PLEASE

sunshine incarnate: what are you doing

le artiste: rereading pride and prejudice

sunshine incarnate: thafs not the book we're doing the report on??

sunshine incarnate: wait shit is it

sunshine incarnate: do i have the wrong book

le artiste: no of course it's not you're not that stupid

le artiste: ... what book do you have though.

sunshine incarnate: photo of dorian grey

le artiste: ... picture

sunshine incarnate: hm?

le artiste: picture of dorian grey

sunshine incarnate: oh my bad

le artiste: either way. so sorry to tell you but

sunshine incarnate: no...

le artiste: you have the wrong book

le artiste: that's the one she assigned to the honors class

sunshine incarnate: aurghrhhh

sunshine incarnate: do you know which one do i need

le artiste: your period was assigned wuthering heights

le artiste: do you have a copy

sunshine incarnate: i'll look around, may might

le artiste: do you have patrol tonight?

sunshine incarnate: mmm nope i finished earlier why

le artiste: come on over, ill lend you my copy

sunshine incarnate: really!!!

le artiste: yeah

le artiste: get here in fifteen minutes and you won't miss mr darcy proposing

sunshine incarnate:

le artiste: bring your homework with you

le artiste: nerd

flash (not gordon)

flash (not gordon): PETER

penis parker: oh my god what

penis parker: why are you yelling

flash (not gordon): Caps lock

flash (not gordon): Didn't mean to

penis parker: what is it

flash (not gordon): Were presenting our phys thing tomorrow

penis parker: yeah i know??

flash (not gordon): Don't skip

penis parker: was not planning to

thee tony stark

thee tony stark: Get out of school free card.

thee tony stark: Trouble downtown, would be a good opportunity for some training. What say you?

spidey-kid: hes

spidey-kid: jges

spidey-kid: fhes

spidey-kid: tes

thee tony stark: Don't hurt yourself.

spidey-kid: yes

spidey-kid: gotta be back in school for fourth period though

thee tony stark: Sure.

spidey-kid: ok so do you want me to swing over there or do you have other plans

thee tony stark: I'm outside.

spidey-kid: oh! ok

spidey-kid: do i wear my suit outside?

thee tony stark: Not unless you want Martha down the hall knowing that you're Spider-Man.

spidey-kid: i don't live next to a martha??

spidey-kid: oh you were joking

thee tony stark: Get outside, kid.

spidey-kid: brt

flash (not gordon)

flash (not gordon): Peter

flash (not gordon): Where the hell are you

flash (not gordon): Peter we present third in the class

flash (not gordon): YOU SAID YOU WERENT SKIPPING YOU ASSHOLE

flash (not gordon): [attached image]

flash (not gordon): Second presenters are up Peter I swear to god

flash (not gordon): WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

flash (not gordon): 😡😡😡😡😡😡

flash (not gordon): PETER!!!!

penis parker: SrIRY IA AM RRNTING TO CLASF RIGHT NIW

flash (not gordon): You are the WORST

fos crew

em jay: we as a society need to make sure peter doesn't walk through the school doors without being thoroughly checked for evidence

Nedward: Ayo??

arachkid: i dont wanna talk about it

em jay: too bad! guess what i just watched this loser do

Nedward: What did he do💀💀

em jay: bro gave an entire presentation with flash and the whole time is mask is STICKING OUT OF HIS BACK POCKET

Nedward: PETER💀💀💀💀💀

em jay: from me trying to let him know that, his mask is sticking out of his pocket, to flash trying to subtly sneak over to help hide it from everyone else, to peter who won't shut up about magnetism

em jay: what a class. holy shit

Nedward: I wish I had physics with you guys my class was boring as hell

Nedward: Did flash actually succeed

em jay: i mean

em jay: ok so he got close enough to grab the mask but then peter must have bugged out or something bc he stopped talking very suddenly and was holding flash's arm

em jay: so the mask was just. sitting there. and of course both of them are now looking like fish out of water so i said a joke and had to deflect for them

Nedward: Michelle jones mvp where would we be without you

em jay: i dread to imagine it

arachkid: i have had a very long and hard day

Nedward: It's fine dude!! now you can just solo as our school's infamous spider-man cosplayer

em jay: gonna have to battle flash for the spidey no1 fan title

arachkid: everyone in this group chat is so mean to me

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us - chapter twelve

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 2.5k

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It takes a few days, but we get the information we need about where the Royal Merchant is, and we figure out a way to get to it, with a submersible we borrowed from a lot where JJ's dad used to work. We just have to wait for the right weather to take it out.

I work a morning shift at Making Waves, then head out with Pope and JJ to do some deliveries for Heyward. We climb off the boat and go our separate ways, JJ staying on the boat to watch the rest of the deliveries and make sure nothing gets stolen while we walk down the beach, and up into the treeline where the businesses and people we're delivering to are. I decided to take a little wagon with me, to pull a couple of boxes instead of carrying them and taking multiple trips.

I get back after about forty-five minutes, seeing JJ and Pope sitting on the boat. "Hey, guys- hope I didn't keep you waiting!" I say, shielding my eyes from the sun as I walk down the dock. "Woah- wait, Pope, what happened?" I ask, dropping the handle on the wagon and climbing on the boat, walking up to him to get a closer look at his face. He's been beaten- badly.

"Your brother and his friends jumped him. Topper, Kegs, and your kook boyfriend Rafe fucking jumped him, Snowy." JJ says, clearly angry as he's pacing the boat.

"Holy shit, Pope..." I sigh, sitting in front of him. "Let me see.." I say, slowly moving his hand with a cloth away from his nose so I can get a better look at the damage. "I'm not a doctor, but I don't think anything is broken.." I say, he winces as I touch his cheek.

"Yeah, thanks." He replies bluntly. "Let's just drop it, okay? I'll be fine. We've got more shit to do." He adds, turning his face from me and standing up, going to start the boat. I get up and grab my wagon, pulling it on board and sitting down, waiting for us to leave.

"I'm so sorry, Pope.." I say. Truly, I feel horrible. Why on earth would my brother and his friends do something like this? Why would Rafe?

"You didn't do anything," Pope responds.

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing. Besides fuck a kook who slums with your brother. Real classy crowd you hang out with, Snowy." JJ says. He's clearly more upset than Pope.

"I didn't know they would do this... I don't know why they would. You've never done anything to them." I say, trying to understand myself. "I'm gonna call Rafe- he can answer to me."

I pull out my phone and JJ shakes his head. "Yeah, sure. Call the guy who just jumped your best friend. Good plan."

"Rafe didn't do anything..." Pope says, "He didn't stop them, but he didn't hurt me either."

"Yeah that's almost worse, Pope, but thank you," JJ responds and I decide just to text Rafe instead.

S: hi rafe

R: hi snowy, whats up

S: oh, you know, just doing some deliveries for heyward by the golf course.

R: shit

R: if you saw anything you shouldn't have, i'm sorry.

S: oh, you're only sorry if i saw you guys beat the shit out of my best friend? not that you did it?

R: i didn't mean it like that

R: shit

R: Snowy i am sorry, i knew i couldn't have stopped them.

S: pope said you didn't even try

R: listen. i am sorry, okay? it won't happen again. i promise. we're just all a little high and topper was mad that he saw a pogue near the course. energies just bounce off each other- you know kegs too he can't back away from a fight

S: that wasn't a "fight", that was an assault.

S: and i don't know what kind of weed you guys are smoking, but i have never wanted to hit anyone with a golf club when i'm stoned. personally.

R: i know, i'm sorry

S: whatever, rafe.

R: can i call you later so we can talk?

I sigh and shut my phone off, shoving it in my pocket. I knew everything was too good to be true. Now I just have to push any feelings I thought I had for Rafe back down and forget about him.

"Break up with your boyfriend?" JJ asks.

"He's not my boyfriend, JJ. I don't want to talk about it."

"What, so we're just gonna drop it?" He asks and I nod, but he and Pope share a look.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

"I'm so glad they're still doing this," Kie says to me as me, her, Pope, and JJ make our way down to the sitting area in front of a giant screen to watch the yearly film in the park. It's nice to take a break from everything. I nod at Kie and smile. We find a good spot right in the front and set down our stuff. "Aren't you guys glad I made you come?"

"Kie, you did not make us. You didn't make me, anyways. I wouldn't miss it." I smile.

"Oh yeah, ecstatic," Pope says and I gently kick him in the leg as Kie and I get up, going to get something to drink since the boys only brought beers. We aren't the biggest fans.

Right as Kie orders, we hear a familiar voice calling out to us. "Hey, Snowy, Kie." Fuck, it's Rafe, wearing a stupid yellow shirt and stupid red shorts that admittedly look so good on him. He looks so good. I sigh and push my hair back, also pushing back any thought about how much I truly like him. Kie looks over at me, confused. Pope, JJ and I decided not to tell her anything, considering she would likely take it out on me.

"Hey, what's up?" Rafe says as he walks up to us, a hesitant smile on his face.

"I'll, uh.. leave you two alone," Kie says, grabbing our drinks and walking off.

"Wait- Kie!" I call after her, but it's too late.

"Rafe," I say, looking up into his eyes and crossing my arms. He's smirking at me, and I'm finding it hard not to absolutely melt.

"Yeah, nice to see you too." He says sarcastically.  "Can we talk somewhere private?"

"No, Rafe. I don't want to talk to you right now." I say, standing my ground. His gaze on me hardens and he sighs, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair before turning around. He paces a couple of steps away and then back to me, just as I try to make my escape.

"Okay, come on." He says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. God damn it- he knows I'm difficult, but also that I am not the type to make a scene over what looks like a domestic dispute.

"Put me down right now!" I say as he carries me behind the building and just past the treeline, away from everyone gathering to watch the film.

"No, no. I need you to listen to me." He said as he puts me down, grabbing a hold of my wrists.

"Please, enlighten me, why you would do that to my best friend. You know how much I care about them! I get that you don't like them but fuck, Rafe. He didn't do anything." I say angrily, trying to pull my hands away.

"Snowy, look at me." He says seriously, and I instantly stop. "I didn't want you to ever have to find out about this, and I know it's no excuse, but.." he trails off and sighs. "It wasn't weed. It was coke. Kegs was totally coked out, and so was I, and Topper, I just didn't think-"

I cut him off. "You guys do coke? Kegs, does coke?"

"Hey- lower your voice, okay? Listen." He says again, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.

"I didn't want to tell you this because I'm trying to stop- I swear I'm trying to get my shit sorted out and it's just so embarrassing but you made me feel so normal again and I need that. I need you." He's staring at me so intensely, I can tell he's scanning my eyes to try and understand how I'm feeling before I say it. "With you, I feel normal, Juliette. Please. I'm sorry."

"Rafe, you're killing me." I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. "I am sorry you are going through that. I truly am. But you can't hurt people like that." I say calmly, looking back up at him.

"Give me another chance, please."

"Why should I? Believe it or not, 'because I have a coke problem' isn't the most enticing reason." I say. I feel angry, but my words come out with a slight laugh- as if to comfort him through my own harsh words. It's hard to deny I want to give him this second chance as much as he wants it, maybe more.

"No, I know... I just, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry, Snowy. You have to believe me." He pleads, desperation evident in his voice. I feel my heart beating in my chest, I already know I have to forgive him. "I wasn't like, myself, and I just didn't think but I promise I will be better. I'd never want to hurt you, and if that means your friends are included in that I will work on it. I just seriously haven't been this happy in so long, when I get to be with you I'm so happy."

"Don't hurt my friends ever again. And I will give you another chance." I tell him, brushing past his following comment. That's too much to unpack for me right now. I want to help him, so if I can help him and help my brother I will.

"Yeah, so, about that- yeah. Uhm, Snowy, listen-" He stammered.

"What? What did you do?"

"Nothing! I didn't do anything," He raises his hands defensively, letting me go now. "I'm just saying like- you know... We know what your boy Pope did. Okay? And Kegs and Topper are not planning to let it slide."

I pause for a moment and look at him confused. "What are you talking about?"

"It's just best that you get your friends and leave, okay?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rafe. What did he do?"

"Listen, Snowy, I'm trying to protect you here, okay? Just do me a favor and get out of here."

I nod a little, still uncertain. "I'll see what I can do, but I'm not leaving without them."

He nods and wipes the sweat from his face with his hand. We start to walk back to the crowd that's now forming as the sun sets. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Thank you for hearing me out- Snow. You won't regret it." Rafe says, grabbing my arm just above the wrist and stepping close, to plant a kiss on my forehead before walking off to where I now see Kegs and Topper standing, staring at me once they see Rafe coming back.

I glare at them as I walk back over to my friends, sitting down between Kie and JJ on the ground.

"Hey, Snowy, how was it?" JJ asks, taking his hat off and putting it on his lap. "Uh, you know, getting fucked in the woods by the guy who beat the shit out of your best friend."

"What the fuck?" Kie asks, shocked as she looks between the three of us. "What happened?"

Kie's question goes unanswered. "I didn't fuck him, JJ," I say, looking over at him and then over to Pope and between the two of them. "Let me ask you guys this though- what the fuck did you do?" I ask, looking at them angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about." They both said, shaking their heads and looking up at the blank screen.

"Oh god," Kie says. "I know that look."

"Rafe told me that they know what you did, and they plan on 'dealing' with it tonight, now that they've seen us here. So tell us what you did and we can try and get you out of repeating Pope's fate." I say, using finger quotations to emphasize 'dealing'. "I asked Rafe to stop them and he said there's no way. So you need to tell me what you did, and we need to leave. Like right now." I say as the screen lights up since it's almost dark enough.

"Shit," I mumble, knowing we can't leave during the movie. They'll find us alone.

"Uh, yeah, so we may have sunk Toppers boat," JJ whispers and I gasp.

"Are you guys kidding right now?" I whisper angrily, looking between the two of them.

"Guys, seriously? That makes us no better than them." Kie whispers. I sigh and shake my head, I guess we're gonna have to fight our way out.

An hour or so later, we're watching the movie when Pope leans over to JJ and whispers to him. "Dude, just hold it," JJ responds.

"Pope, seriously, you can hold a piss for forty-five more minutes until it's safe to leave," Kie whispers.

"No, guys, I seriously can't I have to go."

JJ and I look around, seeing Rafe, Kegs, and Topper standing near the bathrooms. Of course.

"Shit.." JJ says, just as I'm thinking the same thing. They get up and go together, heads down hoping they don't get seen.

They go back behind the screen instead, hoping to avoid the bathroom situation. Kie and I watch, then look at each other, as we see Topper, Kegs, and Rafe follow behind them. "Should we..?"

"Yep," I respond as we nod at each other and follow after them, grabbing our bags. As soon as we get behind the screen, we see Topper beating down on Pope, and Kegs about to swing at JJ. Again.

"No! Kegs, don't!" I shout, dropping my bag and making a run for them. Right before I reach my brother and friend, I'm intercepted by Rafe, blocking me, and immediately wraps his arms around me and lifting me up slightly to stop me.

"Rafe, no! Let me go!" I watch as Kie jumps on Topper, trying to get him off of Pope. I struggle in Rafe's strong grip.

"No. Stop, Snowy. Stop." Rafe says to me, his voice low as he holds me back, walking us away.

"Rafe, please.." I cry, hot tears streaming down my cheeks now. "Please, let me help them. Let me make them stop." He stops walking and holds me tight. Somehow, it turned into a hug as I'm crying in his arms, and he was trying to cover my face so I don't watch. He looks down at me, and then back at the boys fighting behind him, as he sees Kie struggling to get Topper off still.

He sighs, and I feel his shoulders and back tense.

"Stay here. Don't move." He says seriously, pulling away and grabbing my cheeks. "Stay. Here."

I watch as he lets me go, heading back over to Kegs and pulling him off of JJ by the back of his shirt. "Dude, let's just go, your sister is pissed, man. We got the point across. They won't mess with us again, bro." He says as Kegs looks up at me, seeing me standing there shaking and in tears, so he drops JJ's shirt, causing him to stumble back and fall. Before Rafe can grab Topper, Kie is setting the screen on fire, forcing them to bail.

"Shit, guys, let's go!" Topper says, getting off of Pope and taking off. Kegs and Rafe look at me for a moment before following.

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A/N;

Hey again, I loved writing this one. I promised it would get better :) We're getting there, lol.

Anyway should I make a taglist?? lmk if you would want to added to mine!

-R

[bookaddict05]

Girl in the chair - Pt 5

Sitting here unable to do anything as I see the psychotic dick, cut Milo. I'm internally screaming unable to do anything to help save him from the agony. I know he's acting tough trying to not give anything away about his power or to show weakness to the sick fuck.

Everything is disorientated, hearing nothing but my own thoughts. That's when voice penetrated through my thoughts. A deep voice the ricocheted through my mind as if it was hollow hitting off the walls. Something said in Russian.

"STOP IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..." Stating the sentence before I got put into my internal prison.

"Oh my God Milo" I say beneath my breath.

"Y/N it's okay I'm going to get you out of here trust me okay?" he says quietly

"Right now little miss Y/N has woken up we can continue, yes?" Rumlow states in a sadistic tone as he walks back over to the table placing a red book down on the table and grabbing the knife next to it. He starts making his way over to me, and I pray to god that Milo doesn't do something stupid and just lets me take the pain, I know I may look weak but I can stand my own, this has nothing to do with my stubbornness, okay.

He places the knife to my cheek and Milo cracks.

"STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING" I release a breath I didn't know i was holding in. 'no no no milo' I think to myself knowing if I said out loud it wouldn't change the outcome.

"About time" He responds, he nods to an agent behind me who comes over and takes me out of the chair.

"Wait, you're taking her home right? It's either I know she is safe or you're not getting anything from me" I hear Milo say as I am escorted to the doors and taken out of the room.

I arrive home and left alone as the agents disperse back to their base. I quickly pick up my phone from the couch where I left it last and quickly rang Kate.

"KATE, you need to get to milo ASAP, this man called Rumlow is psychotic, he needs you and the other superheroes you clearly work with now down there and save his ass"

"Oh my god Y/N, are you okay? and don't worry we are already there, I'm going to send a S.H.I.E.L.D agent to get you back to the compound, and don't worry its one that we can trust, his name is Coulson, I've got to go to save Milo's ass now, see you back there"

She hangs up. I look around the house and there is no sign of my parents being home. I walk into my dads office and the once smashed window is now fixed, memories flashing through my mind.

I hear a knock at the door and I look out the window being cautious. I walk over to the door and he shows me his badge off the bat, the S.H.I.E.L.D logo big and on show.

"Agent Coulson, I'm guessing your Miss Y/L/N here to take you to the compound for a routine check up as requested from Miss Bishop and Mr Stark"

"Yeah that's me", the man looked kind and sincere obviously regarding to my current state of cuts and bruises, but I didn't feel like it was necessary for the pity parade for me, Milo had endured much worse and I couldn't help keep thinking if they did anything worse to him since I left.

I follow Coulson out to the black BMW car, he opens the back door and I get in.

We travel about 30 mins and arrive at the compound to be greeted by Kate. I run over with a bit of a limp to her after Coulson let me out of the car and give her a big hug.

"Where's Milo? Is he okay?"

"Yes he's fine Y/N he's in medical now resting, he has many deep cuts and a concussion, but banner said he will be fine, Ill take you up now to get looked at to"

As we go in I try to not have a little fan girl moment, seeing all of the heroes I idolise is just mind blowing

~ time skip ~

Its been a few days now since the day that will haunt me forever. The cut on my leg has healed over but still on the mend but overall I'm physically feeling better. Milo is a lot better now, he's off bed rest and is starting to move around more. Honestly crazy someone in his condition should have been on bed rest for at least a week, but I guess that what happens when you get bitten by a spider and it gives you super regeneration. Lucky little shit he is.

I've gotten in contact with my parents telling them I am at Milos house for the week, which they were strangely okay about. Especially my father he was practically trying to force me out the house. But honestly I was relieved I could not be bothered to put up a fight about why I wasn't feeling safe anymore anywhere I went. A constant pit of anxiety every time I walk around a corner of the compound. I know I should think this is the safest place for me to be however I thought about that when I was watching TV in my own home, but I guess I'm going to have to keep my guard up more.

I'm sitting a spare bedroom that the avengers were kind enough to give me while staying here with them. There is a knock at the door and I walk over to open it but before I could Milo comes barging in with Kate.

"Avengers party tonight and we are going" Milo exclaims while flopping on to the bed.

"Really?, do we have to? Can't we just stay in and watch movies again? I don't really have enough social energy in me right now." I say trying to get out of a room of crowds where you don't even know the people around you.

"No, come on Y/N, we have been stuck in our rooms watching movies since we came back, I need to let loose some extra energy that's been building up inside" He responds

"pleaseeeeeeeee" they both say in unison giving me the puppy dog eyes. I swear to God these idiots will be the literal death of me.

"OKAY, fine, we will go, now please stop with those god awful faces, we are going to need outfits"

"Don't worry about it, the girls said that we could borrow their dresses and for milo, Tony has a suit for him so we are sorted" Kate said with a big grin across her face.

They get up and leave the room closing the door behind them.

I roll over on to my belly on the bed and sigh putting my face into the pillow.

~ time skip~

Nat and Wanda are in my room and showing me and Kate dresses they have that will fit for the occasion. And that's when I see the perfect dress. A floor length satin gown, with a leg slit on the front of the dress, fit for any Stark party.

Kate picked out a purple satin dress with glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Milo stumbles out the bath room in a black suit with a black dress shirt underneath it.

We walk from my room down the the function room. The corridor starts to feel like its starting to enclose, my breath starts to feel shallow and I start to feel my hands tremble as we near the room. My head starts pounding with an overwhelming sensation taking over my body. Hands clammy as we enter the room. The heat and sweat escapes the room through the doors and hits us almost instantly. Causing me to feel even more nauseous than before. The heat takes over my body rushing through and going to my head causing an dizzy sensation roll over me. I start to back out the room letting the others go in while I stay behind.

The doors shut.

I'm alone.

So I thought.

I walk away from the room with my head down focusing on the floor trying to calm down the panic attack that I was clearly having.

I walk straight into someone muscular and tall. I look up and it was him. The Winter Solider.

That's when the memories came flooding back. Him being outside the cell. Him following me. Every memory with him in before they injected me with that weird serum, came flooding back.

Everything fell to the pit of my stomach. Heart rate high enough to be almost life threatening.

Then he started saying the words, the words that triggered everything that I hated since that day.

"Longing... Rusted... Furnace... Daybreak... Seventeen... Benign... Nine... Homecoming... One... Freight Car"

Repeating the same words over and over again in Russian.

I was no longer myself.

[canidfeline]

Reyno's average day

O-W: ''No- Padawan, use the Force. Let it lighten the load of your lightsaber and its attacks. Go with it, not against it.''

Reyno was bad at this. He was full of anger, which is horrible for any Jedi. His emotions ruled him and not the other way around. And he couldn't use the Force to save his life.

R: ''Dude, how many times do I need to drill it into that dumb, posh skull of yours, THAT I AM TRYING AND CANNOT USE IT?!'' O-W: ''Do not raise your voice at me, Padawan. You gain nothing from it. And I am not 'dude', I am Master Kenobi.''

Reyno grumbled, mocking Obi-Wan under his breath. R: ''Oh, 'I am not dude, I am Master Kenobi', fafafafafa.''

Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face in annoyance as he adjusted his grip on his lightsaber.

O-W: ''Just... come at me, Reyno.''

Reyno huffed and puffed, putting both hands on his lightsaber before raising it and throwing it down at Obi-Wan's in a clumsy, laborious attack, stumbling forward afterwards and falling onto his side. His lightsaber (luckily) turning off as he hit the ground.

O-W: ''...We'll try more later, let's go get lunch.''

R: ''Give me a minute. I'm considering suicide.''

Obi-Wan chuckled, reaching his hand out to Reyno. Reyno grunted as he sat up, grabbing Obi-Wan's hand and pulling himself up before clipping his lightsaber back to his belt.

R: ''Thanks.''

O-W: ''You are welcome, my Padawan.''

-

Lunchtime

-

Reyno sits alone in the Jedi dining quarters as Obi-Wan walked off to a Council Meeting, feasting on some Roast Porg and Jawa Juice. Which he's surprised is allowed at a Jedi Temple considering how against indulgences they are.

And then Fenris spots him and walks over.

R: ''Motherfucker, don't sit down, don't sit down, don't-''

F: ''REYNO!''

Fenris sat down parallel to Reyno, all smiles as he set his own food tray down on the table, Reyno hanging his head low as he chewed on his porg.

R: ''Fenris.''

Fenris chuckled, putting on an exaggerated grumpy frown to mock Reyno.

F: ''Grr, 'Fenris'.''

R: ''Funny.''

F: ''I know! What're you eating?''

R: ''Roast porg with gravy. Jawa Juice as my drink.''

F: ''Ooh, aren't you a regular alcoholic? I swear, I never see you drink anything BUT Jawa Juice when you eat. Unhealthy, man.'' Fenris said as he cut into his own food, chewing in between words.

R: ''Thanks for the advice, Fen. I'll take it into consideration.

Reyno murmured, washing his food down with a sip from his cup. He glances around, somewhat uncomfortable as it gets quiet, resting his chin on his hand as he decides to try and converse with Fenris.

R: ''You been training today? With your Master?''

F: ''Yeah! Using the Force and stuff. I'm pretty sure I was in the same yard as you. You... uh, can't use it at all.''

R: ''Yeah. I'm very aware.''

F: ''...you tried focusing?''

R: ''No, never. Tell me, what is focusing, Fenris?''

F: ''...it's like, you zone-''

R: ''I KNOW WH- I know what focusing is, you gullible buffoon.''

F: ''Ah.''

Reyno sighed. He couldn't talk to anyone well enough to hold a conversation anymore. May as well just be blunt with the question he's been waiting to ask.

R: ''...do you have a dick or no dick?'' Fenris slowly stopped chewing, eyes slowly moving to look up at Reyno before swallowing his food. F: ''...what?''

R: ''What? Am I not allowed to ask that?''

F: ''...no, dude.

R: ''Oh. Sorry.''

Reyno sipped from his Jawa Juice again before clearing his throat.

R: ''Can you answer it, though?''

F: ''No, Reyno. It's one of life's great mysteries.''

[the-red-mafia]

The Bakery

The Red Mafia teens are forced to hang out in a small city to attempt to get Thorn and Velvet to get along (Spoiler Alert: It's not working). When Maroon goes missing, however, the two are forced work together to save their teammate before it's too late. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 4958

4 ½ weeks after “The Illusions”

Maroon took Thorn’s hand and stepped out of the Umbrella. Velvet hung on the door frame and looked out at the parking lot. 

“What are you even doing?” she asked. Solana came up behind them.

“We’re going to the different shops,” Thorn stated, looking at Maroon. The younger teen looked up at Velvet. 

“Boring. Let’s g-” They were cut off by Solana, who kicked them out of the ship. Velvet rolled when they hit the ground, standing and glaring at them. 

“What the hell?” she hissed. Solana shrugged.

“Sorry Velvie, you need to socialise.”

“I am not-”

“Don’t get mad at Solana,” Maroon chimed in, “I asked her to.” 

“Wait what?” Thorn asked, his eyes wide. Maroon lightly squeezed his hand. 

“I have a plan, don’t worry.” Velvet looked at Maroon before returning to glare at Solana. 

“That’s not going to work, I have the stuff.”

“Do you?” Solana reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a green key. Velvet’s eyes widened and they quickly put their hands in the pockets of the red zip-up they were wearing. 

“You bitch.” Solana laughed and hit the button to close the door. 

“Have fun you three,” they said, waving, “Don’t get into trouble!”

“We’ll try not to,” Maroon replied, waving back. 

“Solana, don’t you fucking dare,” Velvet shouted, but the door slammed shut. The Umbrella quickly took off into the sky and flew out of view.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking joking,” Velvet breathed. After a few seconds, she spun around and glared at Maroon. A chill went down their spine but they took a deep breath.

“Listen, Velvet-”

“What the fucking hell are you trying to do?” they hissed. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Thorn added, “I thought we were hanging out today.” 

“Well u-uh,” Maroon took another deep breath, “I was talking to Solana and Mad a-and we agreed that your fighting is a big i-issue and-”

“Hold on a second,” Velvet interrupted, “You three went behind my back to talk about what the team needs?”

“That’s not surprising. You are fucking stubborn and can’t take critism,” Thorn said. Velvet turned her attention to it.

“I’d suggest you fucking-”

“See!” Maroon called out, silencing their friends. Velvet and Thorn looked at them. 

“You guys act like you’re mortal enemies and you couldn’t ever get along, but I know that’s not true. So, I got Solana to drop us off so that the three of us can spend time together to help you guys get along.” Velvet blinked a few times before laughing.

“W-what’s so funny?”

“That…is not going to happen,” she turned around and began walking towards a parking garage in the distance, “Tell Solana to call me when he comes to pick you up. I’m ignoring anything from you two.”

“Velvet, wait-” A mushroom popped up in front of them, forcing them to stop in their tracks and turn back around. 

“Really?” she demanded, crossing her arms. Maroon took a step forward, letting go of Thorn’s hand. 

“Velvet, please. Just an hour? At least give it a shot.” Velvet stared at them, occasionally glancing at Thorn. Maroon smiled at them. 

“Fucking hell, fine,” they stated, walking back to the duo, “Just an hour.” Maroon took Thorn’s hand again. Ae looked up at them, a slight annoyance behind aer eyes. 

“Just an hour, Thorn,” they mumbled, “Please.” Velvet walked past them and began detaching Kil-layye Mo’ore from her belt. Thorn sighed, resting his head against Maroon’s arm. 

“Alright, just an hour.” 

The door chimed when Velvet opened it. Immediately, the trio were overwhelmed with the smells of warm, freshly-baked bread. Sweet smells of sugar and frosting seemed to come at them in waves. There were cabinets lining the wall to the right of the door. Across from them was a large display case, filled to the brim with various types of bread and desserts. Behind the case was a kitchen, but most of it was blocked by a wall. A few display tables were scattered around the room and a door labelled ‘cafe’ stood on the right.

“This place fucking makes me nauseous,” Velvet muttered. 

“I think it smells good,” Maroon said, looking around the shop, “Everything is so pretty.”

“I guess,” Velvet replied. Thorn sent a glare towards her, but she just rolled her eyes. Maroon took a step toward the nearest display table, but a man rushed in front of them. They almost fell to the ground but Thorn caught them. 

“What the hell is your problem?” Velvet demanded. The man turned around and blinked a few times, albeit horizontally. Maroon stared at them while Velvet crossed their arms. 

“S-sorry, I’m just-” they took a deep breath, their hands shaking slightly, “I’m in a hurry, I didn’t mean to knock them down.” 

“It’s ok,” Maroon chimed in, smiling, “Go ahead.” The man smiled back before rushing out of the bakery door. Velvet narrowed her eyes at the fleeing man but didn’t say anything. 

“Was…did their eyes-”

“Yeah, it’s pretty normal,” Velvet interrupted Thorn, picking up a small book off of the table. 

“Of course it is.”

“What’s that?” Maroon asked, gesturing to the book. Velvet held it out so they could see it. 

“Cake book.” 

“...cake book?” 

“It shows the types of cakes the bakery can make.”

“Oh. Do you think we can get one?” Velvet let out a strained laugh. 

“Today? No. These cost as much as a small fucking spaceship.”

“Wait, really?” Thorn interrupted. Velvet nodded, closing the book.

“They are pretty, though,” Maroon added.

“Yeah, they’re like mini edible sculptures. Each of those probably takes dozens of hours to make.”

“Jeez, that seems excessive,” Thorn mumbled.

“Eh, to each their own.”

“Can I see it?” 

“Sure, go for it.” Maroon smiled as Velvet handed the book to Thorn. Ae opened it before turning to ask Velvet to translate. They reached into their pocket, but it was empty. 

“Uh-” they mumbled, “Have you guys seen my phone?” The two older teens turned towards them. 

“Did you leave it on the Umbrella?” Thorn asked.

“I don’t think so, I thought I used it when Velvet was hiding Kil-layye Mo’ore.” 

“Oh yeah, you did. Did you drop it?”

“Maybe? I think I would’ve noticed it.”

“Where else could it be?” 

“That dude!” Velvet blurted out, causing the other two to jump.

“W-what dude?” Maroon asked.

“That dude who bumped into you. They must’ve snatched it when we were distracted.” Thorn shook his head.

“Come on, that’s ridiculous. Why would they do that? Maroon hasn’t done anything to them.” 

“You think that matters? That’s hilarious.”

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” Maroon mumbled, “I’ll go try to talk to them.”

“Alright, lead the way.” Maroon looked at Thorn.

“Actually…I think it’d be best if it’s just me.” Thorn frowned. 

“What? Why?” 

“I don’t want them to feel cornered by us. I just want to get it back without violence.”

“And what if they attack you?” Velvet chimed in, “What’ll you do then?”

“Then I’ll deal with it, I can handle myself. I’ll be right back!” The younger teen walked towards the bakery door, where someone else exiting held it open for them. Velvet and Thorn watched as they walked out and down the sidewalk. They sat in silence for several moments before Thorn laughed. Velvet glanced at it.

“What’s so funny?”

“This is probably part of their plan to get us to be friends,” he said, placing the cake book back on the display table. Velvet groaned. 

“Fuck, you’re right.” A few more seconds of silence passed. The sounds of various patrons chatting and the cash register dinging echoed around the room. Eventually, Thorn sighed.

“Velvet, listen.” She raised an eyebrow.

“What?” 

“This whole thing Maroon is doing,” he began, crossing his arms, “I get why they’re doing it. Trust me, I don’t like you. You’re a murderous stuck-up asshole who doesn’t care who you hurt as long as you get your way.”

“True. Your point?” 

“Fighting with you constantly is only hurting everyone else. And while you might not care, I do. So, for the sake of the others, I’m willing to be civil with you.” Velvet stared at them for a few seconds before laughing. 

“You’re ‘willing to be civil’? Gods, it’s clear you’re fucking royalty.” Thorn narrowed aer eyes at them.

“Even if you’re willing,” she continued, “Who’s saying I am? You just said I don’t care.” She locked eyes with him, almost taunting him. Thorn glared at her.

“You’re the leader, aren’t you? Leaders are supposed to make their team better, not tear them down. Are you saying you’re a bad leader?” Velvet returned Thorn’s glare. After a few seconds, though, they sighed.

“Fine, alright. I’ll try to be ‘civil’, but it’ll be hard considering how fucking annoying you are.” 

“Right back at you,” it replied, “Oh, and one more thing.” Thorn stood right in front of her and its glare returned. 

“Maroon told me about the…incident after they first met Zaeor. If you ever do something like that again, or hurt Maroon in any way, I’ll tear you apart limb by fucking limb. We clear?” Velvet raised an eyebrow before smirking.

“Maybe you do have a backbone after all.”

Maroon walked down the sidewalk, scanning the crowds. The man had disappeared from their sight. Again. They let out a quiet groan before stopping in front of a small bookstore. People streamed past them, chatting as they walked. 

“Hello again.” Maroon turned towards the voice, eyes wide. There stood the man they had been following for the past twenty minutes, smiling at them. They jumped slightly. 

“Oh, hello.” 

“Do you need something? You’ve been following me for a while.” It was slightly difficult to hear the man over the noise of the crowds.

“W-well, you see-”

“Wait a sec, let’s go somewhere quieter.” Maroon looked at him with a confused look as he waved for Maroon to follow along. The two of them walked down the sidewalk before dipping into an alleyway.

“S-so, I think you have-” The man let out a small laugh, cutting them off. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the lime-coloured cell phone. 

“This?” Maroon’s eyes widened.

“Uh, yeah. Why-”

“Listen, Maroon.”

“...how do you know my name?” The man slid the phone back in his pocket before turning around and smirking. He reached a hand up and pressed a finger against a small device in his left ear. A chill went down Maroon’s spine. 

“They’re right where you want them, sir.” Maroon took a few steps back but their back hit something. A small laugh echoed down the alleyway. Maroon quickly turned around, eyes wide.

“Hello, Maroon. Long time no see.”

“Oh! It’s an honour to serve you, sir.” Velvet raised an eyebrow. The two teens had moved through the archway and sat at one of the cafe tables. Velvet ordered three cupcakes, one for each of them. The duo had also got coffee, but Thorn had already finished his. 

“It smells glorious in here, shopkeeper.” Velvet immediately tensed up, setting their cup down on the table. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she mumbled. Thorn looked at them. 

“Is…that who I think it is?” Velvet quickly threw their hood over their head and moved their chair to block any view of Thorn.  

“Keep your head down.” Thorn obliged. 

“Why thank you, Mr. Bolton. What can I get for you?” 

“Hm, let’s see.” The entire shop seemed to grow silent as he hummed a happy tune under his breath.

“How about this small cake? Although, can you replace this white frosting with another colour?” 

“Of course, sir. What do you want instead?” 

“Hmm…how about a nice…maroon.” A chill went down Velvet’s spine. 

“Shit,” she breathed. 

“What?” 

“He knows we’re here. He’s got Maroon.” Thorn’s eyes widened. 

“How?”

“That man must’ve been one of his agents,” they whispered, also lowering their head, “No doubt he’s been looking for Maroon since they escaped. He must’ve recognized Maroon and notified Unor.” 

“Ah, maroon! Such a lovely colour. I’ll get that started for you. Feel free to relax in our cafe area until it’s ready.” 

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to leave a lovely review.” Footsteps approached them from behind. Velvet quickly stood up and began walking toward the exit. Thorn followed suit, grabbing the box of cupcakes from the table. It kept its head down but managed to accidentally brush shoulders with the middle-aged man. Unor let out a quiet chuckle as Thorn quickly moved out of the way and hurried out of the shop. Velvet was waiting for him just out of view of the window.

“So what’s the plan?” ae asked, shifting the box to aer left hand.

“I’ve got to grab Kil-layye Mo’ore,” the assassin began, stepping towards the parking lot they had come from, “Then we can save Maroon.” Thorn jogged to catch up to them.

“But where’s Maroon?” 

“They were only gone for, what, half an hour? They couldn’t have gotten far.” 

“We don’t know how long Unor’s had them for, though.”

“True,” Velvet mumbled, taking a left, “We’ll have to search the entire area.” They pulled their phone out of their hoodie pocket and quickly unlocked it.

“What are you doing?” Thorn asked. Velvet rolled her eyes.

“I’m calling Solana, duh.”

“She’s not gonna answer you.”

“And why not?” Thorn let out a sigh.

“Maroon probably told them to ignore calls from us.”

“Please, they wouldn’t dare.” Velvet held the device to their ear. As predicted, the elf sent them to voicemail. 

“That little-” she took a deep breath, “Fine then, I’ll call Mad.” It took two rings before the droid answered. By that time, the duo had reached the dumpster Velvet had hidden Kil-layye Mo’ore behind. 

“What’s going on, Velvet?” Mad asked. The teen put the phone on speaker and handed it to Thorn.

“We have a situation. I need you to call Solana and tell him to come pick us up.” Mad let out a sigh.

“Look, I know you’re probably angry at Maroon, but it’s important for you and Thorn-” 

“Unor has Maroon.” The phone speaker was quiet as Velvet attached her sword to her belt.

“...Where’s Thorn?” 

“Right here,” he said, handing the cupcakes to Velvet, “Do you want to hide these here?” 

“Thorn, I really don’t give a fuck about the cupcakes right now.” 

“Don’t you think Maroon will want something sweet after having to face Unor again?” 

“Ugh, fine.” They kneeled down and pushed the box behind the dumpster. 

“Do you know where Unor has Maroon?” Mad asked. 

“Not exactly,” Velvet began, standing, “They’re still in our general area as far as we know. Can you track their phone?”

“Yeah, give me a second.” After a minute or so of awkward silence, Velvet’s phone buzzed. They took it from Thorn. 

“Alright, that’s the info I can grab from Maroon’s phone. It’s still on, as far as I can tell.”

“Gods, Unor’s an idiot,” Thorn mumbled. 

“No he’s not,” Velvet stated coldly, “Unor is a lot of things, but an idiot is not one of them. He’s setting a trap to get all of us, not just Maroon.”

“Well, I’ll go call Solana.” 

“Tell her to come straight here. You’re at the mansion, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, stay on standby and open up comm channels. We don’t have ours but Solana will probably grab them from the Umbrella.”

“I can tell them to grab them.” 

“Yeah, do that. And watch Maroon’s phone location. If anything changes, message me.”

“Got it. Good luck.”

“It’s not about luck,” the teen mumbled, hitting the red button. 

“So where’s Maroon?” Thorn asked. Velvet opened the photo Mad had sent her. 

“Nearby,” they replied, holding the phone out to it, “That’s us, and they’re just a few blocks down.” 

“So what, we’re just gonna burst in there and hope for the best?” Velvet laughed sarcastically.

“No. He’s expecting that. He’s probably thought of plans for all of our expected entrances.”

“Then what are we going to do?” The assassin smiled and pointed upwards.

“The unexpected.”

With four guards and Unor surrounding them, Maroon was starting to lose hope. Unor stood right above them, mumbling various phrases in a language Maroon couldn’t understand. The man and three other agents formed a box around them, guns in hand. As Unor droned on, the teen grew dizzy. The world began to spin and their stomach twisted into knots. Unor looked down at them and smiled.

“Perfect,” he mumbled before looking at his agents, “Any sign of the others?”

“No sir.”

“Wow, I’m shocked. I don’t think they’re coming to save you.” Maroon attempted to look at Unor but their eyes refused to focus. The teen’s struggle only caused Unor to laugh more. 

“Not that they’ll be much of ‘you’ to save.” Maroon closed their eyes and leaned their head back. Their head pounded as they tried to open their eyes again. The world seemed to shrink away from them. They could hear Unor speaking, but his voice sounded as if he was metres below the ocean. They were so zoned out that they barely noticed a new rope-like item wrapped around their abdomen. Unor’s voice got very loud, but then grew quieter again. 

Maroon’s headache persisted, but the world slowly crept closer. A warm object surrounded them and allowed them to force open one of their eyes. There stood Thorn, who held them close in its arms. His mouth moved, but Maroon couldn’t make out what he was saying. His face morphed into concern and he turned his face away and spoke again. 

Velvet popped into view. Maroon’s vision blurred again, forcing their eyes to close again. Their head pounded rhythmically as they slowly faded out of consciousness.

Thorn watched as Velvet placed a hand on Maroon’s forehead before quickly pulling it back.

“Holy shit,” they said, staring down at the younger teen, “They’re burning up.”

“They’re what?” 

“They have a really high fever,” she clarified, “We need to get them back to the mansion as soon as possible.” Thorn nodded and slowly shifted their unconscious friend to their back. Velvet quickly pulled off their hoodie, revealing a navy long-sleeved shirt underneath. They tied the hoodie around Maroon and Thorn. 

“I don’t know how much that’ll help, but it’s worth a shot,” she mumbled, “Let’s go, they’ll almost be at the top by now.”

“Alrighty, hang on Maroon.”

“...Thorn, they’re unconscious.”

“I know.” Ae walked to the edge of the roof and held out one of aer hands. A large yellow flower sprouted from the ground and scaled the three-story building. Thorn stepped onto the centre before motioning for Velvet to follow. The flower lowered them to the ground and the teens took off sprinting towards the parking lot. Velvet glanced behind them but saw no one.

“What the hell is he doing?” they whispered, “He should be catching up to us by now.”

“Maybe he gave up? “Unor? Give up? Never.” 

“Correct, Velvie!” The two teens watched Unor jump in front of them, rifle in hand. Velvet stopped in her tracks and Thorn soon followed. Unor had a wicked grin on his face as he looked between Thorn and Velvet.

“Ironic we ended up here again, huh?” he said. Velvet simply glared at him while Thorn didn’t say anything.

“You know, Velvie, I’m proud of you.” 

“Oh, really? I’m honoured,” she replied sarcastically, raising her sword. 

“You should be. I didn’t think it would take so long to track down your little group.”

“Good.” Unor looked at them before laughing. 

“Not that it matters much anymore.” Thorn let out a strained laugh, causing the man to turn towards it. He looked at him at first before his eyes locked on Maroon. 

“How about we make a deal, Velvie?”

“No.” Unor raised an eyebrow.

“No?” 

“No. You’re not taking Maroon again.” Unor blinked a few times before sighing.

“You were always so difficult,” he raised his rifle, aiming the barrel at Thorn, “I’ll be taking them now.” Velvet threw Kil-layye Mo’ore at his arm but he quickly stepped to the side. He fired a shot at Thorn, who grew a wall of vines around them. Velvet jumped behind the wall and summoned their sword back to them. Unor laughed before firing at the plant wall.

“Hide and seek is no fun,” Unor called out, “Why don’t you come out and fight me properly?” 

“Do you think you could restrain him?” Velvet whispered as bullets pelted the wall. Thorn kept regrowing the plants Unor’s bullets destroyed as he turned to Velvet.

“Maybe. Take Maroon.” Velvet sheathed her sword and untied the hoodie, pulling the younger teen off of aer. They held them upward, using their body to keep them from falling to the ground. Thorn tried to peek around the wall but Velvet pulled him back. A bullet flew past the edge of the wall while Unor laughed maniacally. 

“Holy shit,” it breathed. 

“Don’t do that, he’ll take any chance to get you.” Thorn grew more plants to extend the wall further.

“I need to see where he is.” Velvet groaned. 

“How fast can you grow the plants?” Thorn was quiet for a moment.

“Pretty fast, I think.

“Alright, make a small hole in the wall, look quickly, then grab him. But wait for my signal.” Thorn nodded. A bullet burst through the plants and shot past them. Thorn, seeing the opportunity, risked a quick glance through it.

“Thorn-” Ae raised aer hands. After a second, the gunshots stopped. 

“I got him!” Velvet’s eyes widened and they leaned forward to peek through the hole. 

“Holy shit, you did.” She unsheathed her sword before stepping out from the wall. There was Unor, suspended in the air with his arms pinned to his side. Velvet stifled a laugh.

“Oh gods, you look so stupid.”

“Tu dēvotiō-” One of the vines grew to cover his mouth. Thorn stepped out from the wall, once again holding Maroon in its arms. Unor attempted to struggle out of the spiky plants to no avail. Velvet took a step towards him, raising their sword. 

“Velvet, Thorn!” Velvet stopped in their tracks and turned around rapidly towards the parking lot. Thorn turned as well to see Solana sprinting towards them, spear in hand. Velvet smirked. 

“You’re a bit late, Solana!” The elf flipped her off as he slowed in front of Thorn. They looked down at Maroon, who shifted slightly in Thorn’s arms. 

“Is Maroon ok? What happened to them?” Thorn looked down at their friend. 

“We aren’t sure. They were just…like this.” 

“They’ve got a really high fever,” Velvet added, “And they seem to be in and out of consciousness.” 

“When you say ‘really high fever’-” 

“Touch their forehead.” Solana did so before recoiling in surprise.

“Oh my Gazra.”

“Yep.”

“Thorn, hand them to me,” Solana began, holding her arms out, “I’ll get them back to the Umbrella and try to get the fever down.” Thorn gently set Maroon in his arms and grabbed his spear. It looked towards Velvet, who was still looking at the duo. Behind her, Unor was still struggling against his restraints. He managed to free his right arm from the vines just enough to raise his rifle towards Velvet’s back.

“Velvet, behind you!” A gunshot rang out, echoing against the backs of the building. Thorn pulled Velvet to the left and the bullet flew right past aer face. A vine wrapped itself around Unor’s neck. Velvet, after she regained her balance, jumped forward and pushed Kil-layye Mo’ore through his chest. Unor attempted to laugh but it came out as more of a gargle. 

The trio stood in silence as blood dripped down from his shirt. Velvet pulled their sword out and wiped the blood off on their sleeve, sheathing it. The rifle fell out of his hand and tumbled to the ground. Once Unor’s body went limp, Velvet turned to Thorn.

“...Thanks.”

“No problem,” he replied, “I feel like Maroon would’ve been upset if I had let you get shot.” The assassin chuckled. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Solana glanced at each of them before looking at the teen in their arms. 

“I didn’t think your plan would work, Maroon, but here we are.”

“What is with everyone talking to unconscious people today?” Velvet mumbled, rolling her eyes, “Whatever. Speaking of Maroon, we need to go.”

“What about him?” Thorn asked, pointing a thumb at Unor’s corpse.

“Yeah, the media will get suspicious with a dead and alive Unor,” Solana added. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“Not our problem,” Velvet stepped behind the plant wall again and emerged with her red hoodie, which was now covered in dirt, “Just get rid of the plants, Thorn. Let Unor deal with the press.” Maroon let out a small groan, catching all of their attention. They were still unconscious, but Solana placed a finger on their forehead. 

“...I think their fever’s rising.” Velvet let out a quiet string of Latin curses before pulling out her phone.

“I’ll call Mad, let’s move.”

Mad met them outside the mansion when they landed, wheeling out a white gurney. Maroon’s fever had gone down slightly due to medication Solana and Velvet had found in the Umbrella. Solana had just barely managed to set the youngest teen on the bed before a loud, whirring noise overcame the area. The Red Mafia turned their heads upwards, where a new ship was entering the planet's atmosphere.

“What- I thought no one else could land here?” Mad asked, staring at the machine. Velvet drew Kil-layye Mo’ore once again. Blood that the teen hadn’t managed to wipe off had dried, leaving blotches of dark red around the tip of the blade.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be,” she said through gritted teeth. Solana pulled her spear off her back.

“Could Unor’s soldiers have followed us?”

“No, there are magic barriers around the planet to keep people out.”

“Well clearly they didn’t work,” Thorn mumbled, raising its hands. The ship landed a few metres in front of them. It was unfamiliar, tan in colour with strange black symbols lining the sides. The mafia tensed as the door slowly opened. Mad wheeled Maroon behind the other three before positioning itself in front of them. At first, the doorway was empty. After a few seconds passed, a large shadow loomed on the door.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding,” Velvet breathed. Thorn glanced at her. 

“Do you know who that is?” Mad let out a groan.

“Not him again.” The figure took a few steps and stopped at the edge of the door.

“Would one of you like to catch the rest of us up?” Solana hissed, but Velvet ignored them.

“What are you doing here, L’arj Mahnnnh?” they shouted. He laughed, taking another step towards the group. As L’arj Mahnnnh’s colossal frame stepped into the light the group could see exactly the extent his previous encounters had wounded him. His entire lower body had been evidently destroyed. Now two gun-metal grey robotic legs replaced them. The skin on his torso was gaunt and clung tightly to his ribs. His hands had been replaced with armoured gauntlets which had a bright orange tube pulsing on them. He wore only a dark leather trench coat with chartreuse highlights, with a matching cowboy hat and bandana. At his side, they could see two energy blasters magnetised to his robotic hip. 

“Hello again Velvet Bolton, daughter of-”

“Don’t go through it all again. Answer my question.”

“L’arj Mahnnnh…where have I heard that name before?” Thorn mumbled. 

“Very well, Velvet Bolton, daughter of Unor Bolton. I am here to ask for the aide of Margaret Pembrooke, child of Maximillian Buysse.” 

“I’m sorry, who-” Solana started, but Velvet elbowed him. 

“You’ll have to come back later, L’arj Mahnnnh,” Mad stated, “Maroon’s unconscious.” L’arj Mahnnh stopped in front of Velvet, who raised their sword. He frowned before slightly bowing his head, causing the assassin to raise an eyebrow.

“I see Margaret Pembrooke, child of Maximillian Buysee, has bequeathed you Kil-layye Mo’ore. Unwise.”

“Hey!” He pushed her to the side. Due to his strength, his ‘light’ push nearly sent Velvet tumbling to the ground. Solana quickly grabbed the teen and hoisted them back to their feet. L’arj Mahnnnh stopped in front of Maroon, towering over them. He looked them up and down before reaching a hand out and holding it just above Maroon’s face. After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and flicked Maroon’s forehead. Nothing happened for several seconds, causing Thorn to attempt to shove him away.

“What did you do to them?” Thorn demanded. L’arj Mahnnnh turned towards him.

“Be patient, Thorn Alviar, child of Eilon Hollis, heir to the throne of Aevum.” Thorn’s eyes widened.

“How did you-” They were cut off by Maroon, who quickly shot up and gasped for air. Thorn rushed to their side while L’arj Mahnnnh had a toothy grin on his face. 

“How did you do that?” Mad asked, pulling the gurney back slightly. 

“It is an ancient technique. Now-” He attempted to take a step forward, but Solana blocked his way with her spear. Maroon’s breathing slowed and the teen looked around. 

“What’s…” their eyes locked on L’arj Mahnnnh, “What are you doing here?” Mad quickly grabbed Maroon’s arm, placing two fingers on their arm to track their heart rate. 

“He says he needs your help,” Velvet stated, holding their sword out so it made a wall with Solana’s spear. Maroon’s eyes widened. 

“My help? With what?” L’arj Mahnnnh cleared his throat, taking off his hat.

“My people are in danger. And, as much as it dishonours me to ask for the help of my arch nemesis, your abilities are our only hope.”

[exanimateisacomic]

The demon stood in the kitchen, now dressed in some pajama pants, a cotton shirt and the cardigan he was wrapped in earlier. He tapped his fingertips nervously against each other.

Luis had his back to him as he was working at the stove, heating up leftovers in a pan.

“You can sit down if you like bud. Food will be ready in a sec.”

The demon looked at him and then to a nearby chair. “O-okay.” And he shuffled over to the chair and sat down. He looked at the floor and stared at his hands.

Luis came and set down a plate of food. The demon was still infatuated with his hands.

“Kid?” Luis said

The demon looked up “oh s- sorry”

He glanced down and saw the plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn and green beans. “F-food.”

Luis handed him a plastic fork and took a seat next to him. Luis prepped his own plate and started eating.

The demon began to eat, scarfing everything down at a rapid pace.

He only stopped when he heard the sound of something snapping. He set down his fork pulled out the chucks of the snapped off plastic out of his mouth.

“Oh…” he paused as he felt his teeth. Tapered. pointed. Sharp.

He finished pulling out the pieces and swallowed his food. He reached back into this mouth to investigate further.

“My teeth…”

Luis looked up at him “you okay bud?”

The demon looked at Luis “why are my teeth pointed? You do not have them and neither did the lady demon.”

Luis thought for a minute and set his flat ware down. “It might be because you’re an inner demon.”

“I-inner demon? Isn’t that like a metaphor? Like when someone has a drinking problem?”

“That is how humans use the term, but here it’s a literal demon that’s inside a human body.”

The demon looked conflicted “a de- am I really a demon?”

“I mean, your skin isn’t as red as mine and your horns-“

“M-my horns?” The demon raises his hands from his mouth to his forehead, and felt around his hairline until he felt the base of his horns. He traced his fingers along them into he’d reached the pointed tips. One horn was stumpier and shorter than the other.

“Ha- wha-“ the demon looked more scared. “I-but- w-why?”

Luis shot him a look “why what?”

“Why am I a demon?” He asked, his trembling hands coming back down to rest on the kitchen table. “I-I do not believe I did anything wrong. And w-why am I in this body? Why?”

Luis was taken back a bit. “Um… I- I don’t have the answers kid…”

The demon felt the words hit him hard. He glanced down at his food. “Oh…”

“I mean not yet” Luis clarified “I promised I’d help Seth, the person whose body you’re in control of, and by proxy you fall under that promise.”

The demon looked at Luis “r-really?”

Luis smiled “yeah man, plus I don’t know much about demonic possession post death so it will-“

“Post death?” The demon interrupted “post? As in- after? D- after death… I- I am not alive?”

Luis looked surprised “uh y-yeah? Did you not know that?”

The demon just kept his gazed locked onto Luis as he shook his head. His body began to tremble more. “Ah- uh- uhh- I- I need- I- I think I need to go l- lie d-down… it- it is all too much- too much to take in.” He attempted to stand up and walk away but ended up collapsing onto the floor.

Luis got up. “Hey! Are you okay?”

The demon shook his head “I-I just need to- to go” he started dragging himself across the floor towards the door.

Luis walked over and helped the demon to his feet “let me help you up. I didn’t realize you didn’t- I figured since you’re in Seth’s body you had his memories and knew about it.”

The demon grasped at Luis’ shoulder “uh- I- just need to- need”

“I know bud, let’s get you there”

Luis helped him up to his room and got him back in bed.

The demon laid down, shifting in bed until he felt comfortable. “Thanks L-Luis.”

The demon slowly woke up, he felt something soft and warm draped over his body and the feeling of being in a seated position. He opened his eyes and saw Luis standing by a desk, no longer in his green army jacket. He turned his head and locked eyes with the seated demon.

The demon let out a scream, his hand coming out from under whatever was draped over him and went up to cover his face. He noticed it was a large green cardigan.

Luis stepped closer and attempted to calm him down. “Woah hey! It’s okay bud you’re safe.” He stretched his hands out in an effort to show he’s not a threat. “If you understand me, please stop screaming.”

The demon screamed trailed off into a whimper and then to silence. A look of fear and understanding in his eyes.

Luis smiled with relief. “Okay…good. Are-are you able to speak?”

The demon attempted. But all that came out were “eh….ahh…wh… eh…”

“Don’t force it. If you can’t talk, that’s okay.”

The demon just clamed up in embarrassment.

Luis began to ease himself into the chair opposite. “I’m just gonna ask you some questions. Yes and no ones for obvious reasons, okay?”

The demon nodded.

“Good” Luis finally took his seat. He looked off into the dark corner of the room before looking back at the demon

“First question: do you have a name?”

The demon furrowed his brow in thought before looking distressed and shaking his head no.

Luis nodded. “Okay. Second question- and this might be kinda odd sounding: are you aware that your body- isn’t yours?”

The demon’s gaze fell from Luis to his own out stretched hand, watching it tremble. He looked back up and nodded.

“Do you know whose body you’re in?”

The demon shook his head no.

Luis nodded. “Okay. So-“ he held out his hand and counted “you’re aware you’re in a body that isn’t yours, but you don’t know whose body and you don’t know who you are.”

The demon paused, taking in what Luis said, and nodded.

Luis lowered his hand. “Okay, final question: are you a threat to me and my Family?” His kind look turned somber. Serious.

The demon stared at him, a bewildered expression growing on his face, as he shook his head no.

“Do you know I had to ask that question?”

The demon continued to stare at Luis, stirring his memories and seeing… something horrible.

The demon broke his glance and looked to his left, seeing a pad of paper and a pen. He pointed with his hand “mm- uh- uhh?”

Luis looked at the pad “can you write?”

The demon nodded as reached over and picked up the pad and pen. He brought his knees up to use his lap to write. He scribbled for a minute or two before showing the pad to Luis

Luis read the crude but legible writing.

‘Memory spotty. I did something bad, but I do not know what.’

Luis looked back into the corner “he says he knows he did something, but doesn’t remember what.”

A lamp clicked on, illuminating the tall female demon sitting in a leather armchair.

The demon jolted in his seat, letting out a short scream and dropping the pad.

“Are you sure you don’t remember?” She asked in a cold and calculated manner.

The demon feverishly nodded. Luis swore he could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

She rose from her seat and walked over to the demon “and what if I say I don’t believe you?” She stopped right in front of his chair

The demon looked visibly naucsious as she loomed directly over him, resting her hands on the cushion just above his head and lowered her face closer to his

“What if I think this” she gestures at the sweater that covered the demon’s slunk and cowering body “is an act and you just want to hurt me and my family? What would you say?”

The demon’s lip quivered “P-ppp-pl- plu-“

Luis got up and slowly approached her. “Elizabeth. I don’t think he’s capable of-“

“Puh- pl-ple- please…” the demon uttered

Luis looked shocked, Elizabeth only had a look of mild acceptance.

“Ple-please b-buh-be-believe m-muh-me.” He uttered before breaking down and sobbing, covering his face with his hands.

Elizabeth eased back and away from the crying demon. “I do.” She said somberly. Luis could detect the faintest softness in her voice. She walked to the door, straightening her tie and twisted the knob, pausing to speak.

“when he’s ready, I want him back at the club. I have plans for him.”

Luis looked at her and nodded.

She left, closing the door in a huff. Luis turned to look back at the crying demon.

“Hey bud, hey.” He said, getting closer and comforting the demon. The demon lurched back at first before embracing him, hugging tightly.

“I-I- I a-ah-am s-sorry.” The demon muttered.

“I know, I know.” Luis said

Suddenly the demons stomach gurgled loudly and he grasped at his torso.

Luis patted his back. “look. There’s some food in the kitchen, I think you could do with something to eat. The guy whose body your in tends to skip meals at night.”

The demon nodded. “Th- tha-Thanks.” he paused “w-wh- what about the d-demon lady? W-w-would she b-be okay w-w-with me eating?”

Luis smirked. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”

He glanced down “but first I think we should get you some clothes.”

The demon looked down as well, then suddenly back up to Luis with an embarrassed look “guh, I-I am sorry.”

Luis patted his back “you’re fine. C’mon”

[luvyeni]

a new anon here! I AM IN LOVE W UR WRITING, like idk how to explain it.

Is it okay if I can i request an enhypen (legal line ofc) reaction to seeing your bra on accident while you're taking off their (enha) sweatshirt.

Suggestive or smut, however you prefer and are comfortable with writing.

ALSO can I be added on anon list as, 🪐

ty have a great rest of your week and take ur time, I am patient.

—｛🎂｝SEEING YOUR BRA; W/ EN- HYUNG LINE

pairings. enha!hyungline x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. language, nipple play , little bit of dirty talk

synopsis. enhypen's reaction to you accidentally flashing them.

—｛🍰｝... HEESEUNG ⋮ !

thinks you're teasing him , but doesn't want to assume anything.

"baby." he giggled , watching you struggle to take his sweatshirt off , your baby blue bra on display. "your bra is showing." he stood up , helping you get it over your head. he reached for your shirt , but you stopped him , pulling it over your head. "i knew it." he voice deepened. "i knew you were teasing me." he pulled at your bra , your boobs spilling out the bra. "m'really?" he nodded , grabbing your boob , kneading it in your hand , you moaned softly. "that feels nice baby?" you nodded , he smiled , taking your boob into his mouth , sucking on your nipple , pulling away , leaving little marks.

"i fucking love your tits baby."

—｛🍰｝... JAY ⋮ !

100% sure you're teasing him , and he isn't going for it , even though it was a accident.

he watched you take his sweatshirt off , your shirt lifting, revealing your black lace bra that he bought. "baby." you heard his tone. "if you want something , ask for it , teasing me won't get you anything." you looked down , looking at him. "i didn't know." you said , but he wasn't going for it. "yeah, okay." he walked over to you , unhooking your bra with one hand , letting it hit the floor. "jay!" you covered your boobs , only for him to move them.

"don't be shy now baby , show me those pretty tits."

—｛🍰｝... JAKE ⋮ !

doesn't really care if it was intentional or not , he's horny now and he wants you.

"why are you taking it off , does it not smell like me anymore?" jake eyes followed you. "that's not it baby." you reached down grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt. "it's too hot outside , i don't need it." you lifting it over your head , revealing your pink bra. "baby , you're bra." he bit his lip. "oh , im sorry." you wear about to pull it down , when he stopped. "take it off." he said , you smirked , taking it off , walking over to straddle his lap. "such a pretty bra baby." he toyed with the strap , letting it fall down your arm , doing the same with the other.

"even prettier tits underneath."

—｛🍰｝... SUNGHOON ⋮ !

thinks you're trying to tease him , why else would you show him your bra that's conveniently his favorite color.

"take it off , it's warm in here , you're gonna pass out." you reached down , pulling the sweatshirt over your head , unaware that your shirt got caught , lifting up revealing your red bra — sunghoons favorite color. "tsk... what games are you playing at princess?" you were confused. "what are you talking about?" he scoffed , before he grabbed the ends of your shirt , pulling it over your head. "don't stop now , keep going , now your pants." his eyes were sharp. "go on." you complied unbuttoning your pants , they feel pooling at your ankles. "come here." he beckoned you over.

"you're such a tease , showing me your bra , too bad im about to ruin it , it was pretty to."

©️LUVYENI

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : Disastrous Dinner with your parents leads to a small quarrel between you two.

Warning: Smoking, mention of recreational drug use, insecurities, a bit of angst, not so great parenting , 4.5 k words

After your mom left you immediately took a shower to cool down a little bit, it was 10 am and you had plenty of time to prepare for the evening.

He went to the bathroom after you and when he came out you could feel him staring at you but he wasn't saying anything.

"What?" You looked at him so he averted his gaze and pretended to read his book. "Gotta call my boss, i don't think I can go to work today"

You mumbled as you dialed the manager's number and put it on speaker phone because you wanted to paint your toenails.

"Hiii Mark it's y/n" you said cheerfully and you heard him grumbling in response. Just great

"I just ..uhh wanted to tell you that I won't be able to make it today, sooo"

"Whyyyyy?"

"Uhhh it's a family emergency"

"You can't just take a leave out of nowhere, you have to inform way beforehand, " he said, clearly sounding upset. Did he understand the meaning of emergency? Doofus

"Yeah I would have but it's umm I don't think you heard me right. I said that my family's car was hit by a bulldozer and some of them were still in it. And now they're in an emergency ward so I have to go see them..see you tomorrow byee" you tapped on your head in frustration as you hung up "Argggghh I hate this day already"

Also, why did you have to keep the phone on the speaker?

"So your mother seem ..a bit ahhh –" you found him to struggling to form a complete sentence which wasn't like him at all.

"Overbearing?"

"That. Yes. That"

"She is like that, but she means well"

His brows furrowed as you said that. He was finding it a tad harder to believe.

"Okay, we need to make a man, asap" you said to him as you tightly closed the bottle of the nail paint after you were done using it. He laughed in response because he thought you were joking.

"Darling, I promise it can not be Asap. I mean it would take months for him to grow in your womb before he's birthed and–" he stopped talking as you gave him the look that he had learned to understand as a sign for Stop right now. You sighed as you stood up and went down on your knees in front of him, you placed your hands on his thighs and the position made him gulp.

"I want you to be my boyfriend" his eyes flickered as you said that.

"Ohhhhh?"

"Just for the evening" you clarified it immediately. God you hoped he didn't think of you as some midgardian desperate creep.

"Oh"

"Will you do it for me please?"

"I uhhh–"

"Pleaseee please do it .. please I'm begging you Loki please I'll do anything you'd ask please " you joined your palms together and begged him to just help you out. You didn't really have to beg he thought, you saved his arse, he would walk right into the sun if you'd ask him to.

"I just..never have been a boyfriend before "

"You said you had relationships "

"What is the correlation here?"

"Huh?" He sighed as you failed to understand him.

"I just don't want to ruin this evening which I am sensing- is already a very stressful affair for you" he mumbled as he placed his elbows down on his thighs to rest his chin in the palms of his hand.

"You won't ruin it, oh no please. I'd love to have a friend while we eat dinner..a friend who actually likes me..you know" your eyes teared up so he cupped your cheeks and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead. That gesture made you feel so warm but you wished you had more time to relish in this feeling.

"I am very fond of you my darling" he mumbled softly. The words made the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. Okay so you were attracted to him which you had already figured by the intense feeling you kept having where you wanted to fuck him all the time, there was the bubbling scorching heat between you two and you also wanted to cuddle him all the time now, all of these things combined together looked bad when you considered how he was literally unattainable. A fucking prince, he was a god that you couldn't even dream of having. He probably wouldn't even look twice at you if you were in a crowded room full of all the beautiful women in the world, women that he probably deserved to have.

Everyone kept telling you that you had higher standards for yourself but then he must have them too right? You weren't it unfortunately.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yess" you stood up and jumped around a little in excitement.

"Oh wait butt oh no.. they can't see you..my mom will recognise you, she's obsessed with you..but in a very bad way"

"She is?"

"Yeah she hates you "

"I figured that..umm do not worry about that. I'll take care of this" he pointed towards his face so you went down on your knees again. You had to stop doing this in front of him because one of these times he'd forget to enchant his cock to not get hard in a jiffy.

"But .. I don't want anyone else there, I want you, I mean. I like this face..it's such a loki looking face that I like" he chuckled as you said that. Sometimes your words hardly made any sense and that's exactly why he adored them so much.

"How about I change my hair and the color of my eyes, maybe get a bit of facial hair, the face stays" you tilted your head as he said that.

"That could work besides there's no way she'd think that you're him with all those modifications you know..oh that's a great idea. Well I'm going to cook now..by the way can I paint your toenails afterwards? You have such pretty toes" you got up from the floor again so he looked down at his feet.

"Noooo" he yelled, making you giggle but now another thing was starting to bother you.

"Wait a second!! You don't have clothes, I need to get you earth people clothes"

"Yes I was troubled by that thought" He did have a suit he had stolen from a midgardian shop when he visited Thor a few years prior after he was banished but for some reason the idea of putting it on again disgusted him. And he couldn't have worn his famous Terrorist from Asgard terrorising Stuttgart overcoat either for obvious reasons.

"Oh no I have to go get it for you then ..it's 11 already and I have to make dinner, and dessert also and oh my god it's so dirty around here, what I'm gonna doooo??" he walked towards as you started to freak out again.

"Now let us pause for a moment here. Take a deep breath for me, can you?" He told you as he grabbed your shoulders to calm you down.

"Okayy..okay..i'm just freaking out" you took a deep breath in order to not pass out right this moment.

"You go purchase the attire for me and I will tidy up the space until then. That is alright?" He asked you so you hugged him tightly, his arms instantly wrapped around your waist as if it was the most natural state in the world, breathing in the scent of your hair he sighed deeply.

He really needed to get a grip. A woman like you deserved a man so noble and not a hideous looking frost giant like him whose moral compass has broken a long time ago. You have waited so long for the man of your dreams and he could never be it for you.

"I'll be back soon"

It took you two hours to find something decent for him to wear, you even had to buy a pair of shoes for him, you saw a bunch of cute t-shirts so you bought that as well. You heard the shower running when you came back from the mall, you couldn't even recognise your apartment. It looked beautiful. First of all it was clean, ofcourse. But he had done something with the lighting as well, it seemed fancier, like a classy restaurant, and it smelled really good too. He had also filled the space with a much needed furniture you didn't have.

There was an elegant looking table right in front of the kitchenette. Bonus point? It also had chairs, you had chairs in your apartment.

The bed was covered in a beautiful satin sheet. Asgardian sheet. He also had that sofa all cleaned up, it looked brand new.

You put the shopping bags down on the sofa as your eyes circled around again. When he entered the room you immediately ran towards him to hug him, momentarily forgetting that he was naked from the waist up and dripping wet.

"This is.. gorgeous..you're like a sorcerer" you mumbled as you pulled away from him and took a few steps back, he was freezing cold. He smiled as he walked closer and wiped the droplets of water from your cheeks, the ones you had gotten by hugging onto his naked wet chest so tightly.

"I'm a sorcerer " he giggled and it made your heart grow ten times larger.

"Thank you Loki, you have no idea what you have done for me" your eyes teared up and so did his, but then again you didn't have time to enjoy this moment, they would be here in like three hours, you also had to get ready.

He tried to help you in the kitchen as much as he could but he wasn't really helping plus the heat bothered him a lot so you made him sit down on the sofa, he had done enough already and you were very grateful for that.

After cooking and assembling the cutleries on the table which again was the courtesy of your alien friend, you put on a dress and finished your makeup. You looked good for a change, the black dress complimented your dark soul. It always did.

You looked at him as he got himself dressed too, you didn't want to go overboard with his attire, there was a dark green jacket because you remembered that to be his favorite color, a plain black t shirt underneath with a tight fitted trouser. For some reason you knew he wasn't the denim jeans type of alien god.

His tush looked extremely good in those pants but that's not what shocked you, it was the change in his appearance. He kept his face but his hair was no longer raven, it was light brown and shorter, you could finally see the back of his neck and it was as smooth as the rest of his skin, his eyes were hazel brown, light freckles adorned his nose and cheeks. The finishing touch was the golden tan on his skin and that I haven't shaved in a week stubble. Even though he had the same face he didn't look like himself. He actually reminded you of that guy from that one King Kong movie you couldn't remember the name of.

"This okay? Or do I resemble my oaf brother a little too much" He asked you so you smiled.

"You look very handsome mister" And hot, and sexy, delicious.

A nervous laughter escaped his throat at the compliment.

"And you my lady, you look–-" before he could finish his words you heard the buzzer going off so you hurriedly stepped towards the door and got them in. You felt anxious and awkward like always, having dinner with four people where you didn't really like the three of them was not your idea of fun. As you opened the door you saw your mom and her husband David first so you hugged her and your step father gave you a side hug.

"Welcome to my humble abode" you chuckled as they stepped in, then you met his daughters from hell, his perfect little princesses, the elder one was named Chelsea, she was a year younger than you and married. Ofcourse because she was just perfect like that. You weren't expecting her to bring her husband Shawn though.

"Wow i didn't know husbands were coming" you mumbled as you hugged her and your mom glared at you.

The younger sister Courtney gave you cheek kisses. Pretentious bitch. She was just 25 but obviously more accomplished and much more successful in her career according to your mother.

As they all stepped inside you noticed them looking around, they had never been here before.

"Wow, this is so tiny and adorable, you know when daddy said you were renting a studio apartment i thought it'd be bigger" Courtney said and you resisted the urge to poke her eyes out.

"It's actually bigger than most studio apartments, I'm actually not supposed to have that whole window area, default in their infrastructure, goodie goodie for me" you felt everyone's eyes on you so you stopped talking immediately, turned around and walked towards Loki, you grabbed his arm and decided to introduce him to everyone, most of them looked shocked but atleast your mother was smiling from ear to ear.

"This is uhh.." oh god you didn't think of a name. Ofcourse you didn't. You see Perfect Chelsea over there would have thought of a name.

"Mark, this is Mark Johnson..he's an auditor for the ..uhhh Marks and Spencers" they smiled at him as you introduced him. No, that name didn't sound fake at all. Nope.

"Hello Mrs. Umm –" he looked at your mother. Wow you two really should have discussed this part a little more. Like for real.

"Used to be something else now she's Mrs Jackson" you told him so he gave your mom a hug. She looked at you as she hugged him and mumbled a wow behind his back which made you want to die from embarrassment.

You didn't want to waste much time so you all sat down for dinner. The problem was he only made six chairs, and there were 7 of you. Gee, No thanks husband Shawn.

"You sit down okay?" You made Loki sit down so he grabbed your arm and scooted a little to the side, one of his buttocks was hanging in the air but he didn't care, he didn't want you to feel left out at your own family dinner.

As you sat down next to him, well almost onto him, everyone cooed. It's not as if you weren't getting used to being squished against him.

"So i noticed the accent, are you a London boy Mr. Mark" you wanted to hurl at the way Courtney was looking at him.

"Uhh yes, England" You took a sip of the wine you had in front of you, for the god of lies, he wasn't really good at living up to that status.

"So you're here on business? How did you two meet?" Your mom asked you so this time you answered instead.

"Ohh he's a member at the gym I work for" you smiled.

"Why do I feel like I have seen you somewhere?" Your mom squinted her eyes and it made you nervous.

"Ohh he looks like that guy from that movie.. I don't remember..the one with the big burly ape" you agreed as Shawn said that. Well thanks Shawn

"Ohhhh yeah..yeah you're right"

"So auditing? You like that job, son?" David asked him. Oh!! he's not your son David. No no considering his age, David was the son, his father was the son, his grandfather was the son. Why couldn't you just stop having thoughts for once?

"No. I don't know what that is actually" he chuckled and then you heard them all laughing in unison. You did too before you glared at him,

"Wow, good looking and funny. By the way, raise your glasses everyone.. I have an announcement" Courtney grabbed her glass of wine and took a deep breath before she proceeded to speak.

"I got the job in London..ahhhh" she squealed as she celebrated herself and everyone then squealed for her, she worked for an embassy or something, you never cared to find out. Your mother did remind you now and again as how it could have been you if you'd have been a little sincere about your life.

"Ohh honey congratulations, that's amazing, I'm sooo proud of you" your mom said to her so you smiled in disbelief.

"Okay okay..i have a news too. We have a news" Chelsea said as she smiled from ear to ear and looked at her husband "So I'm not drinking wine because I'm abstaining, I lied sorry.. hint hint" She pointed towards her belly and the whole world gasped for her.

"Call Odin and ask him if he heard the gasps" you mumbled in his ear and he bit on his cheek to stop himself from smiling. She was pregnant ofcourse. They all hugged her and congratulated the lovely couple, so did you, you had no other choice.

"Both of our daughters make me so happy sweetie" David's eyes teared up as he held your mother's hand.

"I am so proud of them"

After the happiness died down a little, Courtney looked at you.

"So y/n you're a trainer at the gym right..don't they like pay very less?"

"It actually depends on my competence and how many clients I can get in a month," you said to her. No you didn't miss the snark, you just wanted to ignore it.

"Oh.. so less huh"

God you hated her.

"Shoot i am out" David said as he opened the box of his cigarettes.

"Oh honey" your mom comforted him and then she glared at you as Courtney made another comment.

"Y/n smokes, just ask her for one dad"

"It was just that one time.."

You tried to defend yourself but your mom cut you off as she shook her head in disappointment.

"Look if you have it, just be a good hostess and give one to him" she said to you so you were about to get up but Loki stopped you.

"I'll get it darling. I found it while cleaning" he said to you so you smiled, as he walked towards the closet you wondered what he meant, what did he find? As he returned he passed the lighter to David along with that fucking joint you couldn't find yesterday.

"Uhhh this is not..is this weed?"

You stood up and snatched it from his hand. Loki felt mortified now, maybe he should have asked first if your stepfather wanted to smoke weed or something else. He really should have thought a little harder about it.

"It's not mine, it's a friend's" you mumbled so your mom looked at you.

"Oh sweetie, are you in the wrong company again?" She questioned and you immediately denied. You felt overwhelmed now, you just wanted to go cry in your bathroom.

"I apologise darling, i had no clue what he wanted" he whispered in your ear so you sighed. He just wanted to help.

"It's fine..it's okay " you told him, you didn't want him to feel bad about this even though you felt completely mortified now.

"So what are your plans for marriage?" The wine came out of your nose as your mom questioned Loki.

"Mommm" you glared at her and gestured to cut it out but ofcourse she ignored the cue.

"I'm just asking, you two make a cute couple..what do you guys think?" She looked around the table for approval.

"Ohhh yess hook him in y/n before you lose this one too" Courtney cackled like a witch. Loki felt awful, these people reminded him of those bilgesnipes, all ready to pounce and attack you for no reason. He felt something grazing over his shin so he looked under the table and saw a bunch of toes rubbing against him. It belonged to one of your sisters.

"She's touching me" he whispered in your ear so you looked under the table and she stopped immediately.

"Marriage is such a beautiful thing, it just makes me sad that y/n is going to be in her thirties now and she's still..so lonely" Chelsea gave you a sad look making you scoff in response.

"But I'm happy.. and I don't really care alright?"

"Well you should care honey, when you're sixty and alone with no-one to take care of you you'll regret this attitude" your eyes teared up as your mother chimed in. You saw your step sisters smiling and passing glances to each other.

"Didn't you marry twice?" Loki asked your mother so you glared at him and asked him to cut it out.

"Excuse me?" Your mom had the typical look of disapproval now. You could just tell she didn't really like him any longer.

"You married her father and it must not have worked very well since you are married to this gentleman here now?" He asked her again so you facepalmed.

"But that's life, that happens, sometimes things don't work out between two people, there are several different reasons why people get divorced" she raised her voice a little and you could feel everything getting out of your hand now.

"Well pardon my interference but perhaps she doesn't want that to happen to her as well, maybe she wants to spend her life with someone who would be there for every reason and not only for a season" your mom gave him a death glare as he said that and so did you. The tension in the room kept on piling up.

He could tell you were upset with him for opening his big mouth today.

After the dinner and dessert ended, you were hoping for them to just leave, you had no energy to take more insults.

"Sooo we are going to be here for two days, let's go somewhere tomorrow" your mom hugged you as she spoke so you hummed in agreement "And lose this one, he's not the type of man who is going to marry you" she said to you as she pulled away.

"Yeah? Why do you think that?" You chuckled but it was because of the frustration you were feeling in the moment.

"Look at him honey. Don't be such a fool, men like him don't settle for women like us, he's just having his fun I can tell" you nodded as she said that. Once they all left you shut the main door with a force and then you turned around to glare at him.

"Y/n i –"

"You could have just kept your mouth shut you know"

"I didn't intend to disrespect her, she just--"

"What were you trying to do then huh? Do you know how hard that divorce was on her? On me?" Your eyes welled up as you questioned him. That comment your mom made was the last nail in the coffin and unfortunately she wasn't here to bear the brunt of it so you took it out on him.

"I am sorry, please don't be upset darling" he mumbled softly but you were too angry to care right now.

"I'm not your darling, giving him the roll of weed wasn't enough for you huh? God I wish you weren't here today, it's all my fault" his eyes filled with tears as you said that. A part of you knew you were misdirecting your anger and frustration on him but you still couldn't stop, you wished you would have though because the look on his face bothered you a lot, you never wanted to see him look so sad and that too because of you.

You scurried towards the bathroom and then the tears couldn't stop coming, your step sisters were younger and better than you and they were living their best lives while nothing turned your life around no matter how much you worked for it, they were accomplishing everything they had dreamt of while several of your dreams had already been shattered, you had successfully wasted half of your life so far and accomplished nothing. Your mother probably wished for a daughter like them and that's why she found love in David again.

When you came out, he looked at you with a worried look on his face, he still had the same clothes on but he was back to looking like himself. Did you really just tell him that you wished he wasn't here after everything he had done for you today? God, you felt like a selfish asshole. No wonder you didn't have anyone in life that you could actually count on.

"Do you want me to disappear?" He asked you and you suddenly felt so anxious.

"No. I'm sorry..I'm so sorry Loki" as you started to sob he walked towards you and hugged you as tightly as he could, that was it for you in that moment, you broke down and cried until you couldn't cry any more.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, please don't go, i ..you're the only true friend I have..the best one i have ever had, and you were so good to me today, so sweet and I'm so sorry lo" you pulled away to look at him so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry I ruined the feast with my callousness" you smiled as he said that. He wasn't being callous, he just wanted to defend you. What a sweet sweet man.

"Well it's not as if it was going any better before..so I'm not really sorry about it" he kissed your forehead again and you just wanted to kiss him, it took everything to not clash your lips against his in that moment.

"You don't deserve to be treated in such a manner, you went through such pain today to make this enjoyable for them and you don't deserve anyone hurting you like that, none of the things they said hold true whatsoever" he said to you softly.

"You don't either Loki, I'm sorry it was me who hurt you today but I never want to be such a jerk to you again" he smiled at the statement.

"I understand, I have had my fair share of outbursts to comprehend that it didn't come from a place of malice but mere frustration and it wasn't intended for me" he mumbled and it made you smile. God he really was a dreamboat.

"Thank you Loki for everything you did today. You have no idea how much I appreciate you being here for me right now, i really do"

You hugged him again and took a deep breath, his hugs and sweet words really made you feel better than before. He was your friend, you loved having him as your friend. You looked up at him and the look in his eyes made you aware of the close proximity so you stepped away a little, he placed his hands inside the pocket of his pants to avoid the awkwardness but he had something in there so he took it out.

"What is it?"

"Something one of your sisters shoved into the pocket when we greeted each other" he said as he passed the slip to you. It was her phone number. What a bitch.

"Burn it down"

"Yes madam" you smiled as he said that.

"Umm..I'll go sleep, I'm tired" you mumbled as turned around and stepped towards the closet to take your pyjamas out.

"Uhh..What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked you, so you sighed.

"Nothing i– " Well actually "There's something you can do" you gave him a mischievous smile and he sighed as he understood what you wanted from him.

That's how he ended up on the sofa with you sitting on the floor with his feet resting on your thighs while you painted his toenails the same colour as yours.

"So pretty" you giggled as you finished the one leg and it warmed his heart. It was unbearable for him to see that hurt look on your face throughout the evening, knowing that there were people in the world who hurt you like that made his heart clench, he just wanted you to not feel that way like ever. He wanted to keep you protected.

"Maybe tomorrow we can do your makeup" you said nonchalantly making him tilt his head in response.

"How about no?" He responded and you feigned a look of disappointment.

At night he slept in that bed of yours, his sad brows were faster than your resistance today. You couldn't sleep though. You kept wondering if he'd come cuddle you but it has been an hour and he seemed asleep now. Wow this really bothered you, him not cuddling you by force like he had done in the last two days really really bothered you.

You sat up and got off from his princely bed then you took a few steps towards yours, you thought about what you were going to do for a moment. When he cuddled you, it was circumstancial, he had a nightmare the first night and then his body ached the other, you had no choice in that matter, you could have always pretended that you didn't love his cuddles but getting in the bed now would affirm that you indeed enjoyed sleeping with him like that and wanted it as much as he did.

Fuck it your cursed in your head before crawling into the bed. He was asleep but he did feel your body next to him, maybe he'd think that he was dreaming. Goddss he smelled divine.

He was lying on his side facing towards you so you sneaked your hand in the space between his neck and the pillow, he felt the invasion and instead of opening his eyes and calling you out for it he scooted closer to you instead and pressed his head down on your chest like he had done before. One of his arms went under your waist to pull you even closer while the other wrapped around you.

He embraced you as intimately as he could without it turning too sexual, this was the most intimate you had ever been with a man. Sure you had sex but even then you had several inches of distance between your bodies somehow. You hooked your legs around his waist in the usual position.

"Thank you" you mumbled softly in his ears and he hummed in response. You were thankful for him, you had known him for mere few weeks but you had never felt so strongly understood by someone.

"I'm overjoyed that you came. I just figured you needed your personal space tonight, perhaps I was mistaken " you smiled as he mumbled against your chest.

"Perhaps"

You knew it won't take you long enough to fall asleep now, you wondered if this was appropriate or not but you no longer cared for it. You also knew that you were only digging a deeper hole for yourself. Getting addicted to the feeling of cuddling him like this will only hurt you later when he won't be here with you. Your mother wasn't wrong, men like him didn't choose women like you for life but then you knew that already, didn't you?

Nothing so good could ever last forever, nothing so sweet and gentle could ever be wholly yours. Maybe you can press the stop button on this tomorrow but tonight you just wanted to indulge a little. Tonight you just wanted to live a little. Something that you haven't done for as long as you could remember.

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[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Fight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 3333

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, established relationship, language, sexual tension, mentions/allusions to sex but no actual description of the act, talk of anxiety and self doubt, a kiss of angst, happy ending, 2nd POV, non-descriptive reader, if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: I’m so nervous for this because it felt like it was the first time I had ever written something and words were very hard. But it felt good to have these two together again. There were key points I wanted to have in this part to build up for the next part, so I’m really hope this doesn’t feel all over the place— I read through it a few times and it seems to be where I want it to be but I’m always second guessing myself as always. I’m also making a point to find a song to go along with each piece, this one felt fitting.

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Your nerves had a wonderful way of making you feel, well, nervous.

Standing in line as you slowly made your way up to the entrance of the building, hoping your brain would settle a bit before you saw him.

“Why do you look like you’re about to barf?” Hannah’s voice reminding you that you weren’t alone as you waited.

“Do I look that bad?!” Questioning your appearance and feeling like you might actually throw up now.

“You look fine babe! I’m just teasing you. But you definitely look nervous.”

“Well I am.” Looking down at your feet as the shuffle forward, inching you closer to the ticket handler.

“Why?”

“Because— All the guys are here tonight and — I don’t know, I just want to make a good impression.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You all but snap your neck when you turn to look in her direction, brows pinched together in confusion and shock at her comment.

“You already know all the guys. Plus Frankie will be there. I think they know you well enough now that you don’t have to make a first impression again.”

“Ugh!” You throw your head back as your shoulders drop, knowing Hannah is actually giving you sage advice. “You’re right. I guess just being there as Frankie’s girlfriend and hoping things don’t get weird for him, just has me going all worst case scenarios. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I do. But if Frankie didn’t want you here as his girlfriend, I don’t think you would even be wearing that title to begin with. He really likes you from what I’ve heard from you and briefly seen. He wants you here, in this space with his friends.”

“Thanks for talking me off the cliff!”

“Next!” The burly man ushers you both forward, tearing your tickets and stamping your hands.

Walking through the large metal doors, your immediately hit with the loud booming of the pre-fight hype music— it’s already drowning out your thoughts.

The lighting is dim, making it hard to scan through the crowd of fight goers as you try to spot Frankie and the guys.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” Hannah abruptly tells you.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Instantly you panic. She was supposed to be your wingwoman until you found the rest of the group, now she’s bailing on you first thing.

“Ummm, Benny said to meet him in the locker room before hand— He mentioned something about needing some good luck for his fight.” Her eyebrows dancing on the emphasis of “good luck”.

“Oh god Hannah! I don’t need to know what that actually means. I’ll see you in a bit and be safe!”

“Yes Mom!” She said over her shoulder as she makes her way to the locker room.

Taking a few deep breaths, you recenter yourself and proceed to make your way through the crowed space, hoping to spot a familiar face quickly.

You hadn’t seen Frankie since he’d stopped by the salon earlier in the week— only managing to chat or text here and there when you both had time. But you know the minute you see him you’ll feel more at ease.

You make your way closer to the fighting cage, side stepping and politely pushing your way through hoards of bodies. The floor sticky under your feet with spilt beer and soft drinks, every other step is met with a crunch of popcorn and peanuts. The air is hazy with the remnants of the faux smoke from the previous fight, slowly dissipating in preparation for the final fight of the evening as the event announcer gives the audience a 10 minute warning.

Relief washes over you the instant you spot Frankie. He’s near the front huddled together with Santi and Will, it seems to be an intense conversation between them.

Santi spots you first, tossing you a wave of welcome your way which triggers Frankie to turn in your direction.

His face lights up and you melt at the sight of the smile he gives you.

No greeting needed as he takes your face in his hands, his plush lips crash into yours molding so perfectly together.

Everything around you becoming a distant thought, feeling completely consumed by Frankie and the way he deepens the kiss, almost making you’re surrounded by hundreds of other people.

“Get a room you two!” A heckler, also known as Santi, yells out.

You can feel Frankie smiling as he shakes his head at the comment.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I-I just missed you and needed to kiss you immediately— definitely still one of my favorite things.”

“I wasn’t complaining. Although, our little audience was very supportive.” You tease pointing your chin over his shoulder towards Santi and Will.

“Yeah, got to love those assholes. You look beautiful by the way.” He says as he gives you a once over.

You were torn on what was appropriate to wear to this sort of thing, the pile of clothes on your bedroom floor to show for your plight of second guessing. You ended up settling on a nice middle ground— a black silk shift dress, a worn in jean jacket and your favorite slip-on doc martens.

“If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it. And thank you.” He had you feeling like you were the only main event he was interested tonight and you only just arrived.

His large hands emphasize the sentiment as they smooth across your hips, his wanting touch evident and warm through the barely there fabric as it glides against your skin.

He leans in close, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, his grip tightening as pulls your body into his. “The things I want to do to you— you have know idea how much I want you right now.”

A small gasp echos through your parted lips. Serotonin washing away any anxieties you had about the evening, a surge in confidence runs through your body.

“The night is still young Morales.” You sigh, pulling back to really look at him. His irises blown out and his gaze fixed on yours.

“Fuck me…” His tone was rousing. An itch he so desperately needed to be scratched.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” Shooting him a wink before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you two honeymooners are done sucking face— Oof!” Santi’s pestering interrupted by a swat to the chest from Will. “Leave ‘em alone Pope.”

Frankie’s hand settles on your lower back as he guides you over to the guys. You exchange hugs with them and catch up on their lives since you’d last seen them.

“You know, normally we get the full fight experience and hang out with Benny in the locker room, but he said he wanted to try some good luck bullshit— whatever that means.”

You try to contain the the laugh that starts to bubble up. “Umm, his good luck bullshit walks on two legs and goes by Hannah. Who I came with tonight.”

The realization hits them all at the same time and they all decide how much shit they are going give Benny when they seem him afterwards.

Watching some one willingly get pummeled nonstop isn’t as adrenaline inducing as the small touches Frankie has been giving you.

The way his hand rests on your thigh majority of the night, the hem of your dress slightly raised allowing his thumb to draw small circles against your now exposed skin.

His lips grazing your ear when he leans into your space to explain the point system or pointing out signature moves Benny was known for.

A kiss to your temple when Benny got in a few good swings, to then be hit with his grip tightening on your leg if he took one too many punches— your mind noting how good his hands might feel in other ways.

You were buzzing with excitement and a deep hunger for Frankie, not sure how much longer you could curb your emotions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait much longer, the crowd coming to life with a mixture of boo’s and whistles as the fight came to a close.

Your group, now including a very excited Hannah, was elated at the announcement of Benny’s win— it was all high fives and shoulder slapping hugs between the guys, yelling at Benny to let him know how proud they were.

After Hannah let you know she was going to go congratulate Benny, you found yourself watching the Frankie, Santi and Will continue their celebration. You couldn’t help but admire the way they fit together like a close knit family.

You smile at the thought of this becoming your normal— a future where these men are a constant presence in your life. You picture backyard gatherings, holidays and even vacations with them.

And the minute you lock eyes with Frankie, you want it all with him. A place to call home, where you’ll both live out your dreams and face challenges that you’ll work through together. Late night conversations that aren’t over the phone but in bed wrapped in his arms where you feel close and safe.

You don’t even know if these are things Frankie wants, but you know a future with out Frankie in it isn’t one you want.

“Hey— you ok?” Frankie’s warm eyes filled with concern, confusing your blanked out stare with fear and anxiety.

“No— I mean… yeah I’m good, totally fine. Just watching you guys have your moment. It’s kinda cute how excited you all are.”

“It’s nice to see his hard work, and my weekly beatings, pay off—” You cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, all desperate and wanton, his t-shirt bunched in your hands. You can feel his body settle into yours as you devour the tiniest moans his throat unleashes.

3 words were dancing at the tip of your tongue and you weren’t sure you could contain them any longer. You already knew your feelings for this man but you were terrified he’d find you coming on too strong this early on in your still new relationship.

“Alright you two lovebirds! We’re heading out!” Santi you’ve learned in this short amount of time, has the worst timing. “Guessing there’s going to be rain check for drinks tonight. Benny is already, celebrating…” Nodding towards Benny and Hannah heading back to the locker rooms. “And you two are seconds away from giving everyone a free show.”

“Fuck off Pope.” Frankie laughs as he pulls you in close, knowing Pope is just trying to rile him up.

Santi’s hands fly up in a sort of innocent defense, “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it Hermano!” A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he gives a few pats to Frankie’s shoulders before heading out. Stopping a few feet away, making sure to get in one last comment, “If you don’t marry her asap, we’re gonna have words.” Then walking off to catch up with Will who’s already half way out the door.

“I just might.” Frankie says looking directly at you.

Your heart nearly bursts as he says it and you think he might have meant for the comment to stay in his thoughts, but the look he’s giving, his gaze all soft and loving like, you makes you feel like he definitely wanted you to hear it.

“Hmmm, and I might just say yes.” Your own thoughts coming out openly and you nearly melt at the sight of his dimple inducing smile.

“So my ride was Hannah and I think we both know she’s a little preoccupied now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to take you home?”

“I mean, I could just Uber myself a ride—Alone— To my house— Where I’ll probably go to bed— Alone.”

“Do I sense a touch of sarcasm? All you have to do is ask nicely and I could probably find it in my heart to give you a ride.” And now you love that he can be equally sarcastic right back to you.

“Well you know that, umm, comment you made earlier?” You sense him quickly replaying the evening, his Adam’s apple shifting as he tries to school his features at the realization of which comment you were referring to.

His stare becomes increasingly obvious and intense. An ounce of courage has you biting your bottom lip as you grab him by his belt loop to bring him in closer, your free hand pulling him by the back of the neck, his hair tickling your finger tips, your lips just barely ghosting his.

“I’d like that please!” Your voice breathy and warm, arousal permeating through your body like a fire burning beyond control.

“Ye-yeah! L-let’s get outta here.”

“My house is closer—“

The morning light is filtering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. It’s soft enough to make you aware of the time but not enough to make you feel like you need to get up.

Sheets are draped over your still naked form, the ache between your legs is a reminder of the blur that last night was…

The drive home was nearing illegal speeds as Frankie was trying to get to your house as quickly as possible. Your hand squeezing his thigh was doing little to help his not so little situation confined with in his already tight jeans.

Once you both managed to make it through the front door, it was a frenzied mess of toe-curling kisses and a haphazard attempt at removing each other’s clothes.

You felt drunk off the way he was able to pull orgasms from you the entire night.

Frankie took his time with you, slow and merciful, had you reeling in an unexpected bliss— this wasn’t some quick fuck egged on by new feelings.

He was without reserve making love to you in the most beautiful and delicate manner, you knew you couldn’t hold back how you were truly feeling much longer.

You both laid tangled in each other’s arms, bodies sated from what felt like hours of built up desire finally being released into the world.

Quiet had settled into the darkness of your room. You could hear Frankie’s breathing evening out as you traced small shapes with your fingers on his bare chest.

The sudden urge to share your thoughts started to overwhelm your mind.

Worry and past relationships still giving you doubts and fears, but you knew if you didn’t these thoughts would just fester and you would never know if he felt the same way.

“Frankie?” Your voice carries out just above a whisper.

He hums in response, slightly shifting his broad shoulders so he’s facing you, giving you his full attention— he’s even more handsome completely blissed out.

Releasing a heavy sigh as you take him all in, ready to fully bare your heart to him.

“I’m about to say something that is terrifying, but in the best way. And I totally understand if you, umm, don’t feel the same.“ You can feel your body start to tingle and your heart start racing. “I-I…shit! This went so much smoother in my head.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” His hand slowly begins to caress your arm, his way of letting you know he’s ready for whatever you need to tell him — an instant sense of calmness washes over you.

“I wanted to tell you earlier tonight, but then I got in my head and started to worry it was too fast to have these feelings I’m having. But that seems to be our thing, I mean you did kiss me after your hair appointment.”

He laughs at that, but doesn’t regret the pace at which your relationship has been developing, even if it has been rather quickly.

“Shit! Sorry— I feel like I’m rambling now.”

He leans over and kisses you— it’s not to shut up you, but more of a little nudge that he wants hear everything you have to say.

“Frankie, I’m in love with you.” You’re breathless as you take a leap, diving headfirst into a new dimension of optimism and fate.

You feel weightless— fully alive and feeling like you’ve been living for this moment your entire existence.

Before even get a chance to ask Frankie how he feels about your confession, you’re on your back as hovers over you.

“I’m so in love with you too, you have no idea.” He admits without hesitation. “I knew from that first moment when you gave me that gorgeous smile of yours. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You brush his tousled locks back from his handsome face, taking in all his features— memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

The air between you is charged with a certain degree of emotion. This new wave of desire— an appetite that is completely different than the beginning of the night.

You roll over seeking the warm body who’s arms you fell asleep in last night, to only be met with emptiness and cold sheets.

The feeling is ice cold running through your chest— nothing, nobody, alone.

Your throat feels dry and your chest is tight as you lay staring up at the ceiling— you’re numb.

Mind working overtime as you begin to spiral into a panicked state.

It was too soon. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew this was going to happen.

As your downfall begins to level out, you hear the sound of your door closing and footsteps nearing your room.

“Morning Beautiful! I grabbed the last of their croissants for us, almost had to fight off an old lady for them. Got you an oatmilk latte, figured you’d want the largest size since we had a—“ He’s standing there in yesterdays clothes, holding up a pastry bag and your coffee in his hands, a folded newspaper tucked under his arm and black reading glasses handing from the neck of his t-shirt. He looks so happy and relaxed so early in the morning.

You feel your eyes well up with tears— not sure really their reasoning anymore now that Frankie is here.

-Sniff-

His smile drops the instant he sees you shed a few tears. Deeply concerned that something is wrong, placing everything he’s holding on your nightstand as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?” His thumb brushing your cheek, catching the few lingering tears.

You nod softly, the brief moment of sadness is gone as quickly as it came on. He’s here, he loves you and you want nothing more than to just enjoy this morning together.

“I’m fine. You just weren’t here and I thought you might have had second thoughts about us after last night. I panicked a little.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. His strong hand cradling your jaw as his thumb moves across your cheek bones, his movements velvety and undemanding.

“I meant what I said last night— every bit of it. I love you. And I am all in with you, with us. I want a future with you. Heck, I’d ask you to marry me tomorrow if it didn’t sound ridiculous.” The look of sincerity beaming from his eyes as his words pour over you like a warm breeze on summer night.

“Ask me!”

“What? I don’t have a ring or anything prepared to ask you.”

“I don’t care about a ring or some extravagant proposal. At the rate we’re going, following a traditional timeline isn’t really our thing.” You smile up at him, mirroring his own dimpled expression. You close the small distance between the two of you and peck his lips a few times. “Frankie, ask me.” Your lips moving against his as you speak.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!!”

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waitress at hooters

WAHH thank u all for the feedback on my first concept, i appreciate it!!! kisses 4 u all, enjoy this one xo

;fluffy prank

You set the camera up on your fridge, almost falling off the chair. 

He’s been acting foul lately, pranking you every other day. So you decided to play with his heart strings and hit a few nerves on the way.

You never usually do intro’s, because let’s be honest.. we all skip them. So you just get straight to the point.

“ Today we’re gonna irritate the shit out of Timothée. “ you announce with the biggest smile glued to your face.

You get off the chair and lift it up.

“ Please girls, do me a favor and irritate your boyfriend today, “ you pat your chest, “ do it for me. “ You say placing the chair back in its place. 

“ I’m gonna tell him like ‘ hey babe, i’m off to work ‘ and the rest i’ll pull it out my ass. ``You shrug.

“ I at least know where I work, Hooters. Anyone that knows about Hooters knows that girls wear these cute, revealing outfits. “ you spin for the camera.

Showing your white sports bra, written Hooters across it and short orange shorts.

“ Guy’s usually go there for the food.. and the girls. “ You roll your eyes. 

“ Honestly, I've never been to Hooters, like ever. I don’t know if he has? but.. I hope I'll get a reaction out of him. “ 

“ I don’t know if he’ll be like oh okay enjoy whatever or wait.. where the fuck are you going? “

You take a deep breath to prepare for all the arguing to come.

“ Timothée! “ you yell.

“ What? “ he practically shouts. 

“ Come here! I wanna show you something. “

“ Whachyou wanna show me? “

“ Well if you don’t come down.. you won’t.. see it? “

“ Is it important? Is it worth me coming all the way down? “

I roll my eyes.

“ Alright I guess you won’t see what I have.. on. “

You hear hurried footsteps. 

He’s fixing his flannel when he comes into sight. 

His eyebrows reach the 7th sky. “ Ayo.. “ he crosses his arms. “ What you got this on for? “

“ Do you like it? “ you spin around.

He nods while you’re admiring your ass on the body length mirror.

“ Looking real nice, looking real plump. Looking like a peach, “ he says proudly.

“ I’ve been doing my, “ you do a squat, “ squats. “

“ Yeah? “ he hugs your waist, his hand sliding down your figure. Squeezing your ass. 

He kisses you, “ But.. “ he sits down on the couch, adjusting his waist. 

“ What’s this for? Is it for me, like right now? “

you kneel between his legs, “ Did you forget what i told you about? “ you pout.

He furrowed his eyebrows. Thinking. Hard.

“ What? “

“ Really? “ Now you’re gonna pull shit outta your ass.

“ Last week we talked about it. ``You stand up.

“ I’m going to work. “ you announce.

“ Going to work on what? me? “ He pulls his tongue out, proud of his joke.

You push his head away, laughing. “ No! “

You check time on your phone, “ Fuck, it’s almost time for my shift.. “

He grimaces, sliding off his headphones, placing them around his neck. “ Now you said, what? “

“ I have to work tonight, I told you about it. “ 

“ Work tonight? “ He’s lost.

“ Babe, “ you look at him with a blank face. “ That’s how I know you don’t listen when I talk to you. “

“ I listen to everything you say, that’s why I'm so confused right now. “ He empathizes his words with his hands.

“ Um, I have to go. “ You pick up your bag that’s placed next to him. He snatches it out of your hand and stands up. 

“ You gotta go? “ He places his phone inside your bag.

“ Where we gotta go? “ he asks.

“ I have to go. There is no we, give me my bag! “ you jump trying to take it back. 

“ Where we going? “

“ Timo- “

“ Where we going? “

You give up. “ I’m going to work, for fucks sake. “

He walks up to the kitchen island, “ Where ya job at? “ He practically snatches the car keys.

You follow him, “ Where’s my job at? Look at my boobs, “ You gesture to the logo on your chest. 

“ I am. Trust. “ he smirks.

“ Okay, either you can drop me off or i can drive- “

“ Okay stop- W-what are you playing dress up for? “ he turns serious suddenly. 

“ I’m going to- what do you mean? “ you whine, acting tired of his questions. 

“ You’re going to work, where? “ he laughs irritably. 

“ Hooters! “

“ For what? “

“ Okay timothée, now you’re just wasting my time. Give me the keys and my purse. “ 

“ You have like a deal with them? Like is this a photoshoot or something? “

It’s like you’re talking to a wall.

“ No, I’m going to serve people! “

He scratches his chin, “ Serve peo- Y/n what is this? “

“ I mean you know i’ve been spending a lot of money and like i just need more of a social life, all the girls are really nice and they literall- “

“ When did you meet the girls from the Tooter? We've never been there. “ he places his hands on his hips, your purse sliding to his wrist.

“ I went. for my interview- “

“ When? “

“ Last week! “

“ You’re joking, right? “ 

You look at him. 

“ You gotta be joking, like.. “ He looks around, laughing.

“ No, I'm leaving now. I'm already late as it is. “ You take your bag effortlessly from him. 

He looks at you, frozen. 

“ Do you want me to get you anything from work? “

he slouches on the spot, looking at you like you just said the sky is blue.

“ Bring me any- what are you talking abo- You don’t have a job! “ he says, shaking you by the shoulders.

“ I have a job at Hooters! I'm a waitress! “ 

“ No! “ He throws his hands up in the sky.

“ If you did i would know, you would’ve said hey, babe love of my life i’m off to work and i’d be like okay babe have a good day not like- what the fuck? “ 

“ Babe, “ you pat his chest, “ relax. “

“ Yo, I'm just trying to figure it out, “ he sways a hand between you two, “ communicate. “

“ Well I just want to make sure, y’know, you’re informed I'm going to work. “

“ Y/n, take your ass to the couch. “ 

“ Timothée, the only place I'll take my ass to is Hooters. Wait let me practice on you. “ You put your purse down.

“ Practice what on me? “ He sits on the island stool.

“ So I'm like walking towards you, a customer. “ You walk towards him, doing the most.

“ What are you moving your hips for? Just fucking walk. “ And by his tone you know he’s so over this.

“ Hi! Welcome to Hooters, What can I do for you? “ A hand on your hip, you smile showing your teeth. 

He flips his hat backwards, “ Yeh, no. I don’t even think they say that shit. “

“ Alright now you’re just being a hater. “

“ Nah cuz you just made that up. Do it again. “ 

Oh he’s playing along now.

So you do it again. 

“ Hi, welcome to Hooters, what can I do for you tonight?.. That was good! I feel like I'll get really good tips. “

“ Just explain to me, why would you wanna go to work? At Hooters out of all places? “ He blinks. 

You hold one finger up, “ well first of all ; very good tips! seco- “

“ I give you the best tip that you’re ever gonna get! “  

“ Tim, it’s money. And i need the extra cash, i shop a lot. “ 

“ Ok now you’re lying. You don’t need no extra cash. “ 

You’re lying through your teeth. You shop with his card and he rarely lets you spend anything so you absolutely do not need extra cash.

“ T, i just want to make new friends, meet new peopl- “

“ Pandemic! Y/n, pandemic! “

“ Yeah but everything’s opening back up! so.. “

“ And what about it? you wanna be all up in people’s faces now? “

“ I’m not gonna be in people’s faces.. i’m gonna like wait tables and shit “ 

He holds his wrists above his head, looking at your forehead. “ So you’re saying, you’re going to work today. At Hooters. “

“ Yes! finally. That’s what I'm saying. “ you sigh.

“ What time is your- what’d you call it.. shift? “ He asks curiously.

“ I gotta be there in thirty minutes. “

“ They have applications? Can men work at Hooters? “

You didn’t expect that one.

“ As a Chef maybe? “ you play along.

“ I’m a fucking Chef at Hooters then, where my outfit at? I'll put it on right now. “ 

“ Please stop fucking around, i’m running super late. “

“ Nah,” he gets up and gathers your stuff. 

“ We’re late. We both gonna work at Hooters and we both gonna get tips! How about that? “ He says throwing a fit. What a drama queen.

“ Oh fuck no, this is my job! “

“ Ight.. you done? “ 

“ Yes, hand me my things please? “

He does. “ Thank you, are you driving me or not? “

He ignores you and walks towards the staircase. 

“ I take that as a no, “ you follow him.

“ Can you at least give me a goodbye kiss? “ you ask, smiling. This is perfect.

“ No, I thought we communicated as a couple. But no, next thing i know you’re married and have 4 kids. “ 

“ I'm not married and I don't have 4 kids. “

“ What if you do? “ He says with a sass. 

“ Alright, I love you, “ you lean in to kiss him but he just turns his head the other way. “ Ah! “ 

He’s upset. And overdramatic. 

“ What’s the address of this Hooters shit? “ he asks when you start making your way out.

“ It’s right down 190th St. Queens. It’s not that far, it’s a good drive. “

“ Ok, I'll be here. Have a good shift. “ He forces himself to say. 

“ Bye! “ 

He rolls his eyes and prays to god you didn’t see him.

 “ Tim! “ you call out. 

“ What? “ his heart fell to his ass. Maybe you saw him. “ Go to work! “ He says, reaching out for the tv remote.  

“ Come here.. “ you laugh.

“ Go get some tips, blah blah blah.. extra cash. “ he mimics your words.

“ It’s a prank! “ You say, jumping next to him. “ Look up, on the fridge. “ you point out.

“ I’m not looking up the fridge. “ he flips through channels.

You run to hop on the counter and grab the camera. 

“ Say hi to everybody! “ 

“ Y/n, get this off my face. “ He hides the lense. 

“ Oh, you look defeated. “ You throw your head back in laughter. “ I’m not defeated. I’m irritated. “

“ Ha! what’d i tell y’all! I know exactly what buttons to push. “ 

“ Bro, go to work! “ he pushes himself off the couch.

“ It’s a prank! I’m not working at fucking Hooters! “ 

You can’t help but be filled with pride. You’re the only person that can get him this worked up.

“ Go so I can have some peace and quiet around here. “ He gestures to the door, laughing. 

“ Oh, peace and quiet, that's what you want? “

“ Yeh, cuz you keep playing with me! I'd rather not get played unless it's in a different type of way. “ 

“ Alright, shut up. “ 

“ Your prank wasn’t even that good. “ he shrugs while sitting on the carpet. 

“ Do you guys see how salty he is.. loser! “ 

“ The people will let you know that it wasn’t that great!” he points to the camera that’s filming him. 

“ You like my outfit tho? “

He smiles. 

“ Good to know. “

“ Nah you just wait.. you wait. Just you wait. “

You sit down next to him, “ Kiss me? “

He shakes his head, “ Go to the Chef’s at Hooters they’ll kiss your ass even. “

“ You wish you could. Okay guys it’s the end of the video, i got him real good.  “

“ If that helps you sleep at night. “ He takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“  Thank you guys for watching! Like the video if you think I got him. “

He looks up. “ Y’all still know who the real world champion prankster is tho. “ He says confidently. 

“ Blah, “ you pull your tongue. 

“ She knows I'm right. “ He wraps his arm around your neck. “ Don’t you? “

“ You sure like my outfit though. `` You tease.

His fingers dancing on your collarbone, “ Is the camera still on? “ He looks at the lense and tut. 

“ ight, bye guys. “ And cut.